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Emergency room
Today i witnessed the most self sacraficing, giving, loving, quintessential human act possible. For those who dont know my grandma and grandpa, they are probably the sweetest two people you will ever meet. You could meet them on the first day and they would love you like their own child. I dont think they have a bad bone in there body. You could sit with them for hours and hours and you would have a milllion memories in one day that you could share for your lifetime. Dont even mention the perfectly tasting cookies, muffins, juice, toast, crackers, cheese, pickles, peanut butter, the list goes on. As the story goes i was up at 6 ready for a workout ( really watchen jersey shore), and my mom asked me to get ready, i said what for, she said to go to RCH. I knew my grandma had an appointment but apparently my grandpa wasnt feelen to well ( hes all good now) anyway in the shortest four hours of my life where i had grandma tellen me to eat and go home and rest and that i didnt have to be there, i witnessed the most umbelievable thing, i like to call it true love, grandma's knight in shining armour sitting there, and Grandpa's princess holding his hand.
I mean as the story goes grandma didnt know where my grandpa was because she was getting a check up befor, while he was in emergency. Apparently while grandpa was talking she just followed his voive right to where he was staying. I think thats a pretty magical thing. To be so intune to understand and know with a little guidance from up above simply breath taking. Anyway she showed up with smiles and cheers and the only thing she could care about is his health. Meanwhile my grandpa is upset because all he wanted to do was spend his day with is wife and take her out for her birthday and they are both stuck inside this hospital. When i heard that i couldnt help but tear up a little. To not want to go to the hospital and instead spend the day with your wife because its her birthday thats more then love thats something outstanding right there. I dont know to many people if any that exibit that kind of love. I couldnt help it but to write about it and to cry and to feel inside. To see them helping eachother, hugging, holding hands, being there for eachother, it just makes my heart melt. Its nere impossible to explain its deffinetly something that has to be seen and felt. It was the fastest 4 hours of my life, i just marveled in awe of how much love was being poured out with such small actions. Each one meaning so much but each one we take for granted now a days.
I hope everyone in my family including my friends are able to be apart of this. Its something that has to be seen to truely appreciate and has to be felt to truely understand. Over 50 years this is what they have built, over 50 years of love this is what they still give to eachother and to us. I sure wont forget it, i never want to for as long as i live i hope this is one of the few memories i keep.
On top of that i was popping in and out of emergency beds to find another chair for my grandma and i popped in and a fellow quite elderly immediately asked who i was. I said i was the grandson of a patient who got imitted to emergencey this morning. he asked what for and from there we got into a lengthy discussion about his conditions and his life. Never caught his name but i didnt need it. To spend time with a patient that had no family there was all i needed. He was really cheerful and appreciated my time. I told him i was in no hurry and soon enough i started walking up and down emergency finding new patient here and there popping and and talken to them. I noticed that every time i walked in the patients had nothing but a smile on. They thought it was the best thing to have someone there, even for 5 minutes just to talk to. I felt bad that i couldnt stay longer or help them out, but they didnt seem to need it, just a friendly face to ask them how they were doing, that didnt pester them with a million questions after words like the nurses.
Just another thing to add to this story of how its the little things that count. It was never about the $50 flowers, $1200 ring or the $20,000-$60,000 wedding. It was the act of spending time that wasnt needed, to be there for them, the gentle smiling hello, the five minute conversation that had nothing to do with medicine or problems, holding hands, helping them get dressed, putting a blanket on them, putting on their socks and shoes. Whoever thought true love could be so simple, who thought that it would take so little to generate a smile.
Today i woke up with a plan. God gave me a different plan, i decided to listen to him for once and in return he gave me something ill never forget. I wish i could relive those 4 hours forever. I would go back to cherish every minute. The tears, the sadness, the joy, the fright, the love, everything i felt in those 4 hours iv never felt my entire life.
Emergency room
If these walls could talk they would speak of pain
they would speak of loss and nothing gained
they would speak of loneliness for awhile
they would reveal not a single smile
they would show nurses running, the patients tears
they would show elderly sleeping, the childrens fear
people walking in and out but not one will stay
all yearning for a better day
Today they would show love and laughter
they would show not a single disaster
they would show a million smiles
each worth only a little while
they would show sacrafice and pain
but nothing lossed, only gained
they would show hugs and kisses, two holding hands
both still supporting their wedding bands
they would leave a million memories to be had
not a single one would be bad
these walls would reveal with a glorious shine
the reason why he called her mine
I mean as the story goes grandma didnt know where my grandpa was because she was getting a check up befor, while he was in emergency. Apparently while grandpa was talking she just followed his voive right to where he was staying. I think thats a pretty magical thing. To be so intune to understand and know with a little guidance from up above simply breath taking. Anyway she showed up with smiles and cheers and the only thing she could care about is his health. Meanwhile my grandpa is upset because all he wanted to do was spend his day with is wife and take her out for her birthday and they are both stuck inside this hospital. When i heard that i couldnt help but tear up a little. To not want to go to the hospital and instead spend the day with your wife because its her birthday thats more then love thats something outstanding right there. I dont know to many people if any that exibit that kind of love. I couldnt help it but to write about it and to cry and to feel inside. To see them helping eachother, hugging, holding hands, being there for eachother, it just makes my heart melt. Its nere impossible to explain its deffinetly something that has to be seen and felt. It was the fastest 4 hours of my life, i just marveled in awe of how much love was being poured out with such small actions. Each one meaning so much but each one we take for granted now a days.
I hope everyone in my family including my friends are able to be apart of this. Its something that has to be seen to truely appreciate and has to be felt to truely understand. Over 50 years this is what they have built, over 50 years of love this is what they still give to eachother and to us. I sure wont forget it, i never want to for as long as i live i hope this is one of the few memories i keep.
On top of that i was popping in and out of emergency beds to find another chair for my grandma and i popped in and a fellow quite elderly immediately asked who i was. I said i was the grandson of a patient who got imitted to emergencey this morning. he asked what for and from there we got into a lengthy discussion about his conditions and his life. Never caught his name but i didnt need it. To spend time with a patient that had no family there was all i needed. He was really cheerful and appreciated my time. I told him i was in no hurry and soon enough i started walking up and down emergency finding new patient here and there popping and and talken to them. I noticed that every time i walked in the patients had nothing but a smile on. They thought it was the best thing to have someone there, even for 5 minutes just to talk to. I felt bad that i couldnt stay longer or help them out, but they didnt seem to need it, just a friendly face to ask them how they were doing, that didnt pester them with a million questions after words like the nurses.
Just another thing to add to this story of how its the little things that count. It was never about the $50 flowers, $1200 ring or the $20,000-$60,000 wedding. It was the act of spending time that wasnt needed, to be there for them, the gentle smiling hello, the five minute conversation that had nothing to do with medicine or problems, holding hands, helping them get dressed, putting a blanket on them, putting on their socks and shoes. Whoever thought true love could be so simple, who thought that it would take so little to generate a smile.
Today i woke up with a plan. God gave me a different plan, i decided to listen to him for once and in return he gave me something ill never forget. I wish i could relive those 4 hours forever. I would go back to cherish every minute. The tears, the sadness, the joy, the fright, the love, everything i felt in those 4 hours iv never felt my entire life.
Emergency room
If these walls could talk they would speak of pain
they would speak of loss and nothing gained
they would speak of loneliness for awhile
they would reveal not a single smile
they would show nurses running, the patients tears
they would show elderly sleeping, the childrens fear
people walking in and out but not one will stay
all yearning for a better day
Today they would show love and laughter
they would show not a single disaster
they would show a million smiles
each worth only a little while
they would show sacrafice and pain
but nothing lossed, only gained
they would show hugs and kisses, two holding hands
both still supporting their wedding bands
they would leave a million memories to be had
not a single one would be bad
these walls would reveal with a glorious shine
the reason why he called her mine
Published 6th Aug 2011
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