Sunday, October 22, 2006

A meeting made in Heaven

Hello everyone, it is Sunday evening and a little colder her in Caloundra than it has been
been for the last couple of days.
Very windy just at the moment as well. Seems as though there is rain around,
that will be very welcome, we are due for some as it has been a while.

My cat's are mooching around me at present as I dared to leave them in my
good neighbour's care, whilst I went away for an overnight stay to visit friends.
There was a very pleasant afternoon yesterday spent in good company with with Jackie and Ken and their charming relatives visiting from the UK. A joyful
time was had by all, with lots of jokes much riotous laughter and reminiscence
of the good old days.
There was also time to be able to recieve some more pointers on my blogging,
before I travelled the freeway back to Caloundra.

A sample joke from yesterday

1st woman: Hi! My name is Wanda.

2nd woman: Hi! I'm Sylvia. How'd you die?

1st woman: I froze to death

2nd woman: How horrible!

1st woman: It wasn't so bad. After I quit shaking from the cold, I began to get warm & sleepy, and finally died a peaceful death.

What about you?

2nd woman: I died of a massive heart attack. I suspected that my
husband was cheating, so I came home early to catch him in the act. But instead, I found him all by himself in the den watching TV.

1st woman: So, what happened?

2nd woman: I was so sure there was another woman there somewhere, that I started running all over the house looking.

I ran up into the attic and searched, and ran down into the basement. Then I went through every closet, checked under all the beds. I kept this up until I had looked everywhere, and finally I became so exhausted that I just keeled over with a heart attack and died.

1st woman: Too bad you didn't look in the freezer; we'd both still be alive!

On a more sober note

The hospital window

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.

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 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 real world outside.

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."


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 the things you have that money can't buy.

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


Peter said...

Couldn't get anywhere near the finish of the hospital window in 37 seconds Margaret, but it was still a good read.

Jeanette said...

Hi Margaret
Had a good laugh at the the 2 women
and I must be a slow reader too
The hospital window took me longer than 37 seconds.
Take care keep smiling,Jan

Jack K. said...

Loved the joke.

Read the window before.

It is still an inspiring example of.....

serving others, caring about those you serve and sharing the love in your heart.

Merle said...

Hello Margaret ~ Good jokes.
Thank you for your comments. I do
miss Michelle, but was getting a bit warn out, she is 64, to my 72.It is
good to be back with my blogging friends. Take care, my friend, Love,