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This is a discussion on True love story^^**^^ within the Mohabat Kadah forums, part of the Mouj Masti category; It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed ...
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| It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I 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. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, 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 awhile 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 still go 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. With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message, and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all. ![]()
__________________ What dOesn't huRt - is nOt life; what dOesn't paSs - is nOt happIneSs." ![]() |
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| True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. zabardastttttttttttt ttttttttt |
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| Wow ,a Great Story. And What U Said Crystal-thinking Is Soo True, True Love Is Not Physical, Nor Romantic. True Love Is An Acceptance Of All That Is, Has Been, Will Be, And Will Not Be.very True. Thanks For Sharing. ![]() |
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