Life Isn’t About How to Survive the Storm
author: USMOM'\v4F7h`*[C'\3q-WIt was a busy morning, about 8:30 , when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. 6t:c/O3J.b'`*y w
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.
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While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. U)qvQit3A3an)yH
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. @9K f0oK i |6XV3Vn0C
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. ([9Q*}$V1d? Y"_6q
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. k'av.O3L
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 P?m'[P8T y,di;O
as he patted my hand and said, *A*Yu Ta G/s;J(z4H
'She doesn't know me, 0K2~ r,OY
but I still know who she is.' ;r [C&u(F d
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I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.' 最近看的文章，想和大家分享下，就想到了在这里发比较合适 很惭愧，从RSS订阅收到新帖子的标题，第一反应是被广告群发~
真正读这篇文章时，很差的E文底子让我读得很吃力，不得不借助万能的google翻译。
读完之后，心有所感。谁能在雨中翩翩起舞，谁就拥有了真正的美丽人生。 我是一窍不通:L看不懂，也不会读！
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