Archive for February, 2007

The Hospital Story

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Reported from:   Carlisle 07/02/2007 3:20 PM GMT















Its another cold one today!   Brrrrrr!
My little car is iced up solid…again!   My neighbour helped me to drive it into the sun yesterday before I went out shopping.  I had used a whole large can of de-icer on it and it still froze solid inside the car so I couldn’t drive it away until it thawed out properly. 
Our front door is North facing so we only get the sun on the street just as it is going down at the end of the day.
I haven’t got writers block…far from it!   I just need a change of mental views so I have decided to place a quick entry on here today to keep in touch with my new friends who like to come and visit.  Besides….blogging is quite addictive once you get into the habit.  I love reading everyone else’s too.  They are all so diverse in outlook.  It’s people watching from the comfort of my own home, which is what all writer’s are supposed to do as a matter of habit.   That’s the way to glean experiences of characters….so my tutor says anyway.  Personally, I have read thousands of books and lived long enough to have experienced enough diverse characters from all walks of life that can help people any story I write in the future.
So here I am and its Wednesday already!  I have been burrowing away here and time has flown.  Our weather is really nippy.  If my outside thermometer hadn’t gone for a ‘Wizard Of Oz’ spin in those last high winds we had recently, I could have told you what temperature it was outside.  My guess would be that it reached at least  minus 6 and more likely minus8 degrees.
We have frost hoaring up all the plants, walls and benches in the garden, as though it were snow.  Thank goodness for central heating and our log burner too for snuggly back-up.
I had an e-mail from a very dear friend this morning.  She works as receptionist telephonist at the main desk in our local hospital and this little story touched her so much she passed it on to me knowing how soft hearted I am too.
I had read it before but in a slightly different way as the person who eventually got the bed by the window ‘coveted’ the story tellers bed.  This rendition suits me better.
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Hospital Window

A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking

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. 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, 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 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 color 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 such 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 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."


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."


i’m trying,yet again above, to place an mp3 on here for you to play.  I hope it works.  If not I shall come back and delete it if I am told it doesn’t.

Have a lovely day….mine is calling me to thaw out the car as I have to nip to Grasmere today, Wordsworths village, to collect Bryan. He is out and about there with a friend and needs collecting for a diabetic clinic appointment this afternoon.

The fells today, as I look out of the front window, are burnished gold by the sun and there’s not a cloud in the sky.  I will away and thaw out this ‘ice-lollypop’ car of mine….

Take care wherever you are and stay warm and happy! 

God Bless.

Jeanie xx



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