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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."

Epilogue: 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 the things you
have that money can't buy.

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