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Published Dec 5, 2009


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You may have heard a variation of this story previously.

I just really like the moral behind it.

Obviously a one off.

I hope you like it :)

You may have heard a variation of this story previously.

I just really like the moral behind it.

Obviously a one off.

I hope you like it :)
This is Pierre, he is very old and hasn't moved from this hospital bed for many years.
He has never had a room mate, despite the fact that there is a spare bed beside him.
That was true, until one day when Nurse Lucy announced that he was to finally get a friend!
Thomas was equally as old as Pierre. He wasn't happy about being placed in the hospital by his family, but he was feeble and the family worried for his safety while he was living alone. Of course, none of his children, now grown with their own kids, had the time to take him in themselves. The two men finally began to chat, after hours of being in the same room. Thomas enjoyed Pierre's sense of humour and the way he told stories about his time in the war.
It didn't take long for the two old men to become friends.
Pierre elaborated on his war tales and spoke of his family, life back in the old country and the day he met his sweetheart. Thomas listened intently and then told his own stories, growing up impoverished, his business plan that made him rich and his beautiful grandchildren.
There really wasn't much else to do besides tell these stories.

Neither men ever had visits from their loved ones.
Nurse Lucy would come in a few times a day to administer medication and bring the gentlemen their meals.

'Say, Lucy.' Thomas piped up one day. 'I was wondering if perhaps you could open the blinds today?'

Lucy obliged but said. 'Only for an hour a day as the sun light gave Pierre bad head aches.'

'You never have the blind open?' Thomas asked Pierre when the Nurse left.

'Never.' said Pierre. 'I guess I just never really thought it would make much of a difference, I would still be bored.'

'Fiddle faddle!' Said Thomas. 'You are closest to the window, so it shall be your job to describe to me the things that you see. I so sorely miss the outside world.'

Pierre hoisted himself up and revealed what he saw.

The two men would do the same thing everyday from now on.
Sometimes Pierre would describe a loved up young couple sharing a moment in the park. Other days he would mention the young girl who played her guitar, the notes reaching Thomas' ears as he closed his eyes and pictured eveything that he was missing out on. Sometimes there would be children playing tag or throwing around the football.

The hour each day that the blinds were opened was the time that both men would look forward to with gusto.

Pierre loved describing what he saw as much as Thomas enjoyed listening.

But Thomas also had other thoughts.
Often he would feel jealousy over the fact that he couldn't look out the window himself.
Why should Pierre get the window bed?
One night Pierre began choking, probably the fluid in his lungs which was generally drained each day.

Pierre struggled to reach the alert button but couldn't reach properly.

Thomas' button was well within range, but he made the decision not to alert Nurse Lucy.

The next morning, Nurse Lucy came in to find Pierre curled up on the floor. The old man had died.

Thomas feigned shock. 'It must have happened while I was sleeping!' He lied.
Pierre was placed in his bed, before being wheeled out to the morgue.

'Poor man.' Lucy said to Thomas. 'He has been through so much.'
Thomas waited a few days before asking if he could be moved to the bed by the window.

Lucy immediately asked for some wardies and together they moved him to Pierre's old bed.
After Lucy opened the blinds and left the room, Thomas struggled to sit up. Finally he would be able to see what Pierre could.

Thomas couldn't believe what he saw.
The window looked out on a brick wall. Nothing else.

Thomas asked Lucy why the old man would have lied about what he could see.
The nurse responded that Pierre was blind and could not even see the wall....

You can interpret the story in any way you like. But one moral stands out:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it's called the present."


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#15ParisleafDec 6, 2009

Great Story! \:\)

#16lug12Dec 6, 2009

WOW! What a good story.

#17drewsolteszDec 8, 2009

Nicely done, great shots as well Bess! I really enjoyed this!1 Cheers!

#18catsandbooksDec 8, 2009

I've never heard this before. It's so sad and ironic. Love your screenshots. Thankyou so much for doing this, I loved it! \:D

#19bubblebaby10Dec 8, 2009

thats was brilliant i loved it!!! and i hadnt heard this story before either, ur wirting is brilliant thnx for this!!!

#20alienmanDec 9, 2009

ö shocking and good story...ive never heard this story, but its really sad, frustrating...well...it has a important moral! \:D
sorry for the bad english :$

#21kanzenDec 9, 2009

this is amazing ^^ thank you for sharing~!

#22madkitty13Dec 9, 2009

That was awesome! I loved it. Nasty old man Thomas was...

#23mnlynnDec 18, 2009

So awesome.   thank you so much.   A great message for all.

#24topaz27Feb 27, 2010

Wonderful story \:rah\: I am so glad that Bess wrote this story, only wish I had read it sooner \:\( amazing work, Thank you Bess \:wub\: \:wub\:

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