> >>Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
> >>
> >>One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon
> >>
> >>tohelp drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the
> >>
> >>room's only window.
> >>
> >>The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
> >>
> >>The men talked for hours on end.
> >>
> >>They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs,
> >>
> >>their involvement in the military service, where they had been on
> >>
> >>vacation.
> >>
> >>Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up,
> >>
> >>hewould pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things
> >>
> >>hecould see outside the window.
> >>
> >>The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods
> >>
> >>wherehis world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity
> >>
> >>and colour of the world outside.
> >>
> >>The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
> >>
> >>Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their
> >>model
> >>
> >>boats.
> >>
> >>Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a
> >>
> >>fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
> >>
> >>As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail,
> >>the
> >>
> >>man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine
> >>
> >>the picturesque scene.
> >>
> >>One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing
> >>
> >>by.
> >>
> >>Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In
> >>
> >>his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
> >>
> >>descriptivewords. Days and weeks passed.
> >>
> >>One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths
> >>
> >>only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had
> >>
> >>died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the
> >>
> >>hospital attendants to take the body away.
> >>
> >>As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could
> >>be
> >>
> >>moved next to the window.
> >>
> >>The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he
> >>was
> >>
> >>comfortable, she left him alone.
> >>
> >>Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his
> >>
> >>firstlook at the real world outside.
> >>
> >>He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
> >>
> >>It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have
> >>
> >>compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful
> >>
> >>things outside this window.
> >>
> >>The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see
> >>the
> >>
> >>wall.
> >>
> >>She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
> >>
> >>Epilogue:
> >>
> >>"There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our
> >>own situations"
> >>
> >>"Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is
> >>doubled"
> >>
> >>"If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that
> >>money can't buy"
> >>
> >>"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
> >>
got this email from xuefeng. got it before. and yep. i think it's meaningful.
hey. not bad man. so far,
handbells - gold
guzheng - gold
guitar -gold
harp - gold
whee. cool huh. haha.
it's going goooood man.
supposed to wear some...ethnic costume thingie for racial harmony on monday. went to megala's house to try out some of her clothes and had a fun time. laughing over the pants that could go round my waist one and a half times. and the sari and all. then came home and tried ee jie's clothes. was decideing b't this malay vietnamese thing or ...vietnamese thing. which i'm not describing. and i'm going to wear the vietnamese thing. and bringing an extra top coz i definitely can't have lessons with that viet top. i will die of suffocation kinda thing. quite cool lah. everybody...so colourful and all.
handbell comm. whee. *thinks hard*
the other day, almost all the sec3s were coming out of the library and i talked to them. haha. i could guess ok. you all were talking about sec4 farewell so don't try to bluff. haha....
sigh. the world. people. puzzling. pretence. dislike.difficult.
you know, i'm so glad that tho man looks at the outward appearance, God looks at the heart.
when pple look at the outside, at the pretence, at the first impressions and all that, i don't think it really counts sometimes. coz pple get really fake. and other pple think they're really nice. and in the end, pple....sighdeedae...
and teachers. man. they need to look deeeeper. like, at dee 'eart. yesh. at the heart.
the heart. the heart.
what one really feels.
what one really thinks.
hmm...
where one is real.
ok. what am i talking about?
i tend to crap a lot.
gee.
think.think.think.
during this camp we just....in our grps and checgxi wrote that she thinks that i think a lot. hmmm...
thinking is goood.
oh shucks. i'm going crazy.
MEGALA ....hi!!!
me-ga-la
meg-a-la
me-gala
mega-la
la-la
hellooo dearie. thankew for your sari's and all. haha.
hi joo-lee-ar-nah. :) ni hao mah?
i'm chatting to you online now. whee.
[there really is smtg wrong with me so i better stop here]
> >>
> >>One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon
> >>
> >>tohelp drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the
> >>
> >>room's only window.
> >>
> >>The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
> >>
> >>The men talked for hours on end.
> >>
> >>They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs,
> >>
> >>their involvement in the military service, where they had been on
> >>
> >>vacation.
> >>
> >>Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up,
> >>
> >>hewould pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things
> >>
> >>hecould see outside the window.
> >>
> >>The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods
> >>
> >>wherehis world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity
> >>
> >>and colour of the world outside.
> >>
> >>The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
> >>
> >>Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their
> >>model
> >>
> >>boats.
> >>
> >>Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a
> >>
> >>fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
> >>
> >>As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail,
> >>the
> >>
> >>man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine
> >>
> >>the picturesque scene.
> >>
> >>One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing
> >>
> >>by.
> >>
> >>Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In
> >>
> >>his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
> >>
> >>descriptivewords. Days and weeks passed.
> >>
> >>One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths
> >>
> >>only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had
> >>
> >>died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the
> >>
> >>hospital attendants to take the body away.
> >>
> >>As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could
> >>be
> >>
> >>moved next to the window.
> >>
> >>The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he
> >>was
> >>
> >>comfortable, she left him alone.
> >>
> >>Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his
> >>
> >>firstlook at the real world outside.
> >>
> >>He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
> >>
> >>It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have
> >>
> >>compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful
> >>
> >>things outside this window.
> >>
> >>The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see
> >>the
> >>
> >>wall.
> >>
> >>She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
> >>
> >>Epilogue:
> >>
> >>"There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our
> >>own situations"
> >>
> >>"Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is
> >>doubled"
> >>
> >>"If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that
> >>money can't buy"
> >>
> >>"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
> >>
got this email from xuefeng. got it before. and yep. i think it's meaningful.
hey. not bad man. so far,
handbells - gold
guzheng - gold
guitar -gold
harp - gold
whee. cool huh. haha.
it's going goooood man.
supposed to wear some...ethnic costume thingie for racial harmony on monday. went to megala's house to try out some of her clothes and had a fun time. laughing over the pants that could go round my waist one and a half times. and the sari and all. then came home and tried ee jie's clothes. was decideing b't this malay vietnamese thing or ...vietnamese thing. which i'm not describing. and i'm going to wear the vietnamese thing. and bringing an extra top coz i definitely can't have lessons with that viet top. i will die of suffocation kinda thing. quite cool lah. everybody...so colourful and all.
handbell comm. whee. *thinks hard*
the other day, almost all the sec3s were coming out of the library and i talked to them. haha. i could guess ok. you all were talking about sec4 farewell so don't try to bluff. haha....
sigh. the world. people. puzzling. pretence. dislike.difficult.
you know, i'm so glad that tho man looks at the outward appearance, God looks at the heart.
when pple look at the outside, at the pretence, at the first impressions and all that, i don't think it really counts sometimes. coz pple get really fake. and other pple think they're really nice. and in the end, pple....sighdeedae...
and teachers. man. they need to look deeeeper. like, at dee 'eart. yesh. at the heart.
the heart. the heart.
what one really feels.
what one really thinks.
hmm...
where one is real.
ok. what am i talking about?
i tend to crap a lot.
gee.
think.think.think.
during this camp we just....in our grps and checgxi wrote that she thinks that i think a lot. hmmm...
thinking is goood.
oh shucks. i'm going crazy.
MEGALA ....hi!!!
me-ga-la
meg-a-la
me-gala
mega-la
la-la
hellooo dearie. thankew for your sari's and all. haha.
hi joo-lee-ar-nah. :) ni hao mah?
i'm chatting to you online now. whee.
[there really is smtg wrong with me so i better stop here]
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