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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Just Stay

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients..

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life.."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.

When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."

I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was Killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name?

The Nurse with Tears in Her Eyes Answered,

Mr. William Grey.............

The next time someone needs you ........ just be there. Stay.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

The tears will not stop .

Anonymous said...

I agree TDP..I have heard that tears are a way of cleansing the soul and mine got a through washing while reading this.
Cindy W.

Anonymous said...

Wow..very touching...thanks for posting

ranger3325 said...

Joe i will never forget the day i brought my best friends body home to his parents, The first words out or there mouths were "John how are you doing ". I was bringing there dead son home and they were worried about me ,so i want everybody to remember our troops but also remember there famalies who raised them to be the heroes they are. "RANGERS LEAD THE WAY "

Cathy said...

omg a flurry of goosebumps just flooded my spine. that was one of the most awesome things i've read in a while.

Anonymous said...

As a proud Marine Mom, I can tell you that the fine men and women of the Corps are always there when needed. Semper Fi.

Anonymous said...

A Great Story----Thanks for the reminder !!!!EW

Anonymous said...

My eyes are flooded with tears...
I am so proud of our brave military.