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Wednesday, January 16, 200811:24 PM
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his80's,
arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would beover an hour before someone would be able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch, and decided, since I was not busy withanother patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, gotthe needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor'sappointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home toeat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health; he told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had notrecognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, eventhough she doesn't know who you are'?
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but Istill know who she is'.
I had to hold back tears as he left; I had goose bumps on my arm, andthought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life'.
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is anacceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is onethat comes along that has an important message.
This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.

I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did. 'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,But how to dance in the rain.'
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