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Thursday, March 13, 2008 One of those emails that people forward to you Just a sentimental Guideposts / Readers Digest type story, I suppose, forwarded to me by a friend. But I can't help but think there's something here about the role of the artist. (Of course, being an artist, I'll leave off the part where the author spells out the life lesson. You'll have to do that bit for yourselves, you lazy sods. 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 beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. 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 beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
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Dva muškarca, obojica jako bolesni, zajedno su lezali u bolnici. Jedan od njih je svakoga dana morao sedeti na svom krevetu zbog izdvajanja vode iz njegovih pluća. Njegov krevet je stajao uz jedini prozor u sobi. Drugi muškarac je morao stalno ležati na ledjima. Brzo su se upoznali i razgovarali celoga dana. Pričali su o svojim porodicama, poslu, gde su bili u vojsci i gde na odmoru. Svakog dana je muškarac koji je sedeo do prozora opisivao drugome stvari koje je video napolju. Muškarac na drugom krevetu je počeo živeti za te trenutke kada je njegov prijatelj sedeo i pričao o događajima i bojama spoljašnjeg sveta. Prozor je gledao na park uz jezero s labudovima. Guske i labudovi su se igrali u vodi, a mala su deca spuštala svoje čamce u vodu. Mladi parovi su zagrljeni šetali uz cveće svih boja. Veliko, staro i snažno drveće je ulepšavalo kraj, a u daljini su se videla svetla grada. Kada je muškarac do prozora detaljno objasnjavao sve to, njegov je prijatelj na drugom krevetu bi zatvorio oči i zamišljao sve te slikovite prizore. Jednoga dana mu je muskarac do prozora opisivao paradu, koja se kretala uz jezero. Bez obzira sto njegov prijatelj nije čuo tu muziku, on ju je video u svojoj glavi . Tako su prolazili dani i nedelje. Jednog jutra je sestra donela vodu za umivanje i do prozora pronašla telo muskarca koji je u snu mirno umro. Bila je tužna i pozvala je medicinsko osoblje koje je iznelo telo iz sobe. Tada je drugi muškarac zamolio da ga pomaknu do prozora. Sestra mu je sa zadovoljstvom udovoljila, pobrinuvši se da se udobno namesti i ostavila ga samog. Uz veliki napor podigao se polako na laktove kako bi po prvi put pogledao spoljasnji svet. Konačno je imao priliku da sam uživa u lepotama. Pogledao je kroz prozor i ugledao prazan zid. Kada se sestra ponovo pojavila, muškarac je pitao koji je to razlog da je pokojni prijatelj tako lepo opisivao stvari u spoljašnjem svetu. Sestra mu je rekla da je bio slep i da nije mogao videti zid koji je stajao ispred prozora…. ”A možda je ipak hteo usrećiti vas.” dodala je nakon toga. Share and Enjoy Slični i Povezani Članci: Komentari Powered by Facebook Comments