Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A Story of Hope & Miracle

 
       Do you agree with me when I said our life is full of never ending hope? Well, for some people, they believe that hope is just around the corner but others believe that hope is another name for miracle. Well, as usual, I have a story to shared with every one.

    Here is my story.
   
        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 to help 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. It was few days after Chinese New Year in Penang.

       The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives, girlfriend and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in charity work, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. 

       The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a view of a pond. Fishes played in the water while children from pediatric sailed their model boats. 

       Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old angsana trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the Gurney Drive 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 funeral 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 descriptive words.

          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 first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

        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." 
           
        
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You see, the man in this story that occupied the bed next to the blind man is me. I am a tumor survivor. Two years ago, I was deeply in love with someone that I loved so much in my heart, the other half of my sky. I showered her with love and never ending care but fate dealt a cruel blow to me. I was diagnosed with a tumor at my neck the size of ping-pong ball.

At first, she was there for me and all of sudden, she have a changed in her heart and there I am on the bed next to this blind man. I told him my stories and he cried, but for me, his stories is even worse.

From that moment, as the stories above, he tried to cheer me up with stories and motivation to survive and here I am, one step closer to eliminate the tumor. The doctor told me I have a year or two to survive but now, I am a survivor. All thanks to a hope called miracle.
     
 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 of the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." 

Perhaps it is just a groovy kind of life and love.

P/S  
To whom I haven't met yet, I want you to love me for who I am one day. I will protect your honour with all my life and never cheated behind you. All I need is a never ending love from you, and I will give all my heart to see you smile as always. Can you do that for me? Maybe one day, when you came into my heart, we will planted the seeds of love together. Until then, I am waiting for you.

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