Story 1
A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
They loved each other a lot.....
Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
Boy: "No, it's so fun.."
Girl: "please..it's so scary.."
Boy: "Then say that you love me.."
Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug.."
The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable
and it's bothering me while i ride."
The next day, there was a story in thenewspaper. A motorcycle had crashed
into a building because its brake were broken. There were two people on the
motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...The guy knew that
the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew
that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that
she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live,
and die himself... Once in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives us a fairy tale...
Message "Life consists not in holding good
cards but in playing those you hold well"
cards but in playing those you hold well"
Story 2
Nurse: "It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly
gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures(stitches) removed from
his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment
at 9:00 am. I(nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing
it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another
patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed,
so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove
his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.
Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning somewhere else,
as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go
to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to
her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a
victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I
asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no
longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still going every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and
said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and
thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been,will be, and will not be.
Good friends are like stars...You don't always see them, but you always know
they're there
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been,will be, and will not be.
Good friends are like stars...You don't always see them, but you always know
they're there
