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

author: USMOM
. E# L+ L; L8 H" j  N& jIt 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. # E! D# T3 i2 X2 m
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.
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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. & e  P, Z% d1 X- V0 R5 w' e7 s
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.6 ^5 K$ I3 x1 Q8 c# Z
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. , N& q1 t) z* ?- o: G
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. 4 O. {+ |, R! p
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. 2 s) k: A( g! W# p4 Y8 b
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' ) T( S6 i2 E0 W
He smiled
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but I still know who she is.' 5 w# C  t8 {8 m, m; V
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I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,3 `5 U3 N$ k" r5 J) i4 Y' C' ?$ l
'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~7 y7 c$ Z' C+ T' t8 Z
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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