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When the young man appeared at the hospital room door, an overworked nurse came
and quickly escorted him to the patient's bedside. Leaning over and speaking loudly
to the elderly patient, she said,

"Your son is here."

With great effort, the patient's unfocussed eyes opened, then flickered shut again.
The young man squeezed the aged hand in his and sat beside the bed. Throughout the
night he sat there, holding the old man's hand and whispering words of comfort.



Early in the morning the patient died. In moments, hospital staff swarmed into the
room to turn off machines and remove needles. The nurse stepped over to the young
man's side and began to offer sympathy, but he interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked. The startled nurse replied,

"I thought he was your father!"

"No, he was not my father," he answered. "I never saw him before."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"

"I realized he needed his son and his son wasn't here," the man explained. "And
since he was too sick to recognize that I was not his son, I knew he needed me."

Mother Teresa used to remind us that nobody should have to die alone. Likewise,
nobody should have to grieve alone or cry alone either. Nor should anyone laugh
alone or celebrate alone. We are made to travel life's journey hand in hand.

There is someone ready to grasp your hand today.

And someone is hoping you will take theirs.

~ Author Unknown ~

May this post inspire you to spread a little love and kindness around you...Take care and have a lovely evening!