Posted 40 minutes ago

euphfleure:

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polymer:


It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..


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 details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months 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 besides 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 the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

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Posted 44 minutes ago

hotboyproblems:

when you think about it kim kardashian really is like us

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i’d do the same thing if i didn’t have my laptop for two days

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wait it doesn’t end there

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Posted 1 hour ago

Struggling at work due to post Nicaragua depression and missing everybody there. 😢

Posted 1 hour ago

thisgirlgames:

Reblogging for the 2890454th time.

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Posted 17 hours ago

Just got back from Nicaragua and I am so excited to upload pictures and videos. I miss it so much already =’(

Posted 1 week ago

beyonco:

naming your child pizza so you know you’ll always love it

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Posted 1 week ago
Posted 1 week ago

pokemonyewest:

Hate gets you nowhere

You gotta be positive

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Posted 1 week ago

I always fall for the wrong people 😪

Posted 1 week ago

WHEN I SHOW UP SOMEWHERE JUST FOR THE FREE BOOZE

howdoiputthisgently:

Posted 1 week ago

Science side of tumblr why am i not getting head right now

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Posted 1 week ago

dingraha:

snealiv:

The single greatest picture ever taken in my life. We threw Yu-gi-oh cards at the ceiling fan to watch them scatter, and just happened to take a picture right at this exact moment. To this day, this is the only time I’ve ever heard of anyone breaking a ceiling fan blade with cards.

f l a w l e s s

Posted 1 week ago
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karengilian:

misscherrylikesitdirty:

I think I might have broken my finger reblogging this. 

EVERYONE TAKE A MINUTE TO JUST APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT DONALD GLOVER EXISTS AND KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP

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