Re: [mukto-mona] Fw: When Someone Needs You.......(worth a repeat)

The marine was performing his duty as a messenger.  Love and passion are much more intense, I suppose.

On Tue, Oct 22, 2013 at 3:45 PM, ANISUR RAHMAN <anisur.rahman1@btinternet.com> wrote:

 

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Subject: Fw: When Someone Needs You.......(worth a repeat)

 

 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.
 Along towards 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?"
 "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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