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How to Dance in the Rain

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It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80’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 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 exam, 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, I asked him if he had another 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 inquired as to her health.

He told me that she had been there for a while 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 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, I had goose bumps on my arms, 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.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This is one of those.

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

Thanks for the reminder, Kristi!

15 Responses

  1. Thank you. I needed to hear this today. I’m having a very hard night

    • 2feetonearth1inthestars, I am glad you liked it! Things have got to get better, right? I appreciate your stopping by! Relax and enjoy, you deserve it! 🙂

      • I agree things have got to get better. Sometimes there’s no farther left to fall. But at least I know how to enjoy myself even when my heart is sad. We literally dance in the rain around here lol

  2. And not slip in the process.
    A very touching story.

  3. ‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’

    That says it all. Goose bump city going on here. Beautiful.

  4. It’s raining outside right now. I could throw some sensible shoes on right now dance in the yard. I wonder if my husband would come out and join me? All kidding aside that was a beautiful and sweet story. It made me tear up.

  5. Now that makes me cry, I put my raincoat on and sensible shoes and danced in the rain/sleat in front of his window. The dog joined me first gotta love those dogs and then here comes the husband for a jig and a slow waltz. Ya know ,I believe he would visit me if I had Alzheimer.Thanks Doraz,

  6. Awwwwww, sweet story Luisa!

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