A nurse escorted a tired,
anxious young man to the bed side of an elderly man. "Your son is
here," she whispered to the patient. She had to repeat the words several
times before the patient's eyes opened. He was heavily sedated because of the pain
of his heart attack and he dimly saw the young man standing outside the oxygen
tent.
He reached out his hand and
the young man tightly wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing a message of
encouragement. The nurse brought a chair next to the bedside. All through the
night the young man sat holding the old mans hand, and offering gentle words of
hope. The dying man said nothing as he held tightly to his son.
As dawn approached, the
patient died. The young man placed on the bed the lifeless hand he had been
holding, and then he went to notify the nurse.
While the nurse did what
was necessary, the young man waited. When she had finished her task, the nurse
began to say words of sympathy to the young man.
But he interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" He asked.
The startled nurse replied,
"I thought he was your father."
"No, he was not my
father," he answered. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you
say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.
He replied, "I also
knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was
too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, I knew how much he needed
me..."
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