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Jun 18, 2020 13:19:50   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
Years ago, this was sent to me as a true story. With Father's Day approaching, and as it touches on the relationship between a Father and his son, I thought to share with all.
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A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

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?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized 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. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today.

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Jun 18, 2020 13:34:28   #
Iowa Farmer Loc: Iowa City Iowa
 
I've read it before, still got goosebumps. 😥

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Jun 18, 2020 17:30:42   #
troyfrd1 Loc: Hampstead,NC
 
I had read it before and it still brings tears to my eyes as I remembered my best friend Richard Ford died in my arms in Iraq his last words to me was CSM please don’t let me die yet he knew he was dying he gripped my hand took a deep breath smiled and tilted his head in my arms and smiled

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Jun 18, 2020 19:52:29   #
BadFisherman Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
troyfrd1 wrote:
I had read it before and it still brings tears to my eyes as I remembered my best friend Richard Ford died in my arms in Iraq his last words to me was CSM please don’t let me die yet he knew he was dying he gripped my hand took a deep breath smiled and tilted his head in my arms and smiled

Nothing aches so much as having a loved one or friend die in your arms or next to you.

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Jun 19, 2020 11:31:25   #
msmllm Loc: Huntington, WV
 
BadFisherman wrote:
Years ago, this was sent to me as a true story. With Father's Day approaching, and as it touches on the relationship between a Father and his son, I thought to share with all.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

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?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized 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. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today.
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good story

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