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Thursday, April 11, 2013

A Repeat mail...from my Archives..

A Repeat mail...from my Archives..
One of the most spectacular and touching narration

I have come across…

My Heart always cries...NO MATTER HOW MANY

TIMES, I read this touching story....

It just goes on to prove that HUMANITY still exists

in people across the globe....

Read it a bit patiently...


A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

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

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


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


"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?"

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I

also knew he needed his son, and his son just

wasn't here.

When I realized that he was too sick to know

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.............

There...I knew that, by the time U finished reading would be as 'touched' as I was...

The next time someone needs you ...
just be there.


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