Author Unknown
A nurse took the tired, anxious
serviceman to the bedside. “Your son is
here,” she said to the old man. She had
to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened. Heavily
sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young
uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers
around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine
could sit beside the bed. All through
the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the
old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the
Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the
Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the
clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging
greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle
words. The dying man said nothing, only
held tightly to his son all through the night. Around dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he
had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited. Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but
the Marine interrupted her. ”Who was that
man?” he asked.
The nurse was startled, “He was your
father,” she answered.
“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life. ”Then, why didn’t you say something when I
took you to him?” ”Well I knew right
away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his Son
just wasn’t here.
When I realized that he was too sick to
tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.”
I came here tonight to find a Mr.
William Grey. His son was killed in Iraq
today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman’s Name?
The Nurse with tears in her eyes
answered, Mr. William Grey………….
The next time someone needs you … Just
be there. Stay.
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