Respirit--inspiration to refresh your spirit and give you courage

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. And 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 of the
 rainbow.  Grand old trees graced the landscape, 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 world outside.
 Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. 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 of the things you have that money can't buy.

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

 To realize the value of one year:
 Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one.  Treasure every moment you have.  You
Will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

The origin of this letter is unknown.