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[转载] Life Isn’t About How to Survive the Storm

author: USMOM
% r8 U' V/ F5 Q; V9 g4 N" w- rIt was a busy morning, about 8:30 , when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
. l2 `% ~* C( \0 {" _! e0 tI 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.% T, ~! g6 W0 c! x
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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. & \( H3 P7 _5 d. G0 m
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.& G' A, H% M. x1 \" U
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
- M7 v0 K% F$ Y( [As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. 2 Z! J1 \* l( B; t, {0 [
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. + H- Q* a  h* n/ u# m
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' - ^& b! O* U. ?, x1 P
He smiled
: N8 t( N- \5 h9 \. [% J* Ras he patted my hand and said, 6 t. q. H  @. O
'She doesn't know me,  7 e& e( U4 {% q# X8 {" Z- E
but I still know who she is.'
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: U( C3 N/ g8 k# hI had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,* D7 T! t  H1 V
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.'
最近看的文章,想和大家分享下,就想到了在这里发比较合适
很惭愧,从RSS订阅收到新帖子的标题,第一反应是被广告群发~
& r* v6 P" q) \! w真正读这篇文章时,很差的E文底子让我读得很吃力,不得不借助万能的google翻译。
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读完之后,心有所感。谁能在雨中翩翩起舞,谁就拥有了真正的美丽人生。
怨去吹箫,狂来说剑,两样销魂味。
我是一窍不通看不懂,也不会读!
爱到心破碎,也别去怪谁,只因为相遇太美,就算流干泪,伤到底,心成灰,也无所谓。   
爱要说出来
只有曾天真给过的心,才了解等待中的甜蜜
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