Come to My Garden

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 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."

Song of this hour is by Roger Waters,it is called "This is Miracle".