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true love?

erection2015

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It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in
his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that
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 be over an hour before
someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and
decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his
wound.

On examination it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got
the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While
taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation I asked him
if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat
breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a
while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I
finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a
bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and
said."She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, and thought, "That is the kind of love
I want in my life." True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love
is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Sometimes there are few emails that come along with an important message,
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything that comes along their way."
 
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