[Guruvayur/Guruvayoor] Weekly Hi from Mohan

[Guest guest]

Radhe Krishna!

 

Wonderful presentation by Mohan Nair. Although I have read it from

other sources, this is the first time I see it being presented so well,

giving us a true message.

 

Kudoes to Mr. Mohan Nair. Let us hear more like this, which are

really inspiring.

 

Love

K.V. Gopalakrishna

 

 

 

Mohan Nair wrote:

 

 

Hi Everyone

 

This is very nice, it's really worth reading.

 

Cheers, take care

 

Mohan

 

 

 

 

 

 

2

friends story

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."

 

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.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

Jai Srteekrishna Thank you Mohanji for sharing this wonderful presentaton. If we try to understand the moral of the story and make it practical in our day to day life, nothng like that and we can make ours as well as others life happy. Humbly Syamala Mohan Nair <raghaveeyam wrote: Hi Everyone This is very nice, it's

really worth reading. Cheers, take care Mohan 2 friends story 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." 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. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." Find out what India is talking about on - Answers India Send FREE SMS to your friend's mobile from Messenger Version 8. Get it NOW

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