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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 wraped 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 a while.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and 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 words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man passed away. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to 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 answered.
"No he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say anything 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 sone just wasn't here.
When I realised that he was too sick to tell 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........................
The next time someone needs you.... just be there. Stay.
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 wraped
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 a while. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was
oblivious of her and 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 words.
The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man
passed away. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to 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 answered. "No he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life." "Then
why didn't you say anything 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 sone just wasn't here. When I realised that he was too sick to
tell 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........................ The
next time someone needs you.... just be there. Stay. The next time 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 wraped
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 a while. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was
oblivious of her and 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 words.
The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man
passed away. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to 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 answered. "No he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life." "Then
why didn't you say anything when I took you to him?" 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 wraped 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 a while. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious
of her and 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 words. The dying man
said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man passed away.
The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to 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 answered. "No
he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life." "Then why didn't
you say anything 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 sone just wasn't here. When I realised that he was too sick to tell 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........................ The next time
someone needs you.... just be there. Stay. "I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he
needed his son, and his sone just wasn't here. When I realised that he was too sick to tell 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........................ The next time
someone needs you.... just be there. Stay. someone needs you.... just be there. Stay
