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"Do not deny loving"
It was an unremarkable morning in the most usual clinic. People quite advanced in years came to the doctor remove the stitches from the finger. It was obvious that he was very worried and somewhere in a hurry. Ask when will the doctor, a man in a trembling voice said that at 9 o'clock it will be a very important thing. Already 8-30.
I knowingly replied that all doctors are busy and will be able to pay attention to him no earlier than an hour. However, seeing the incredible sadness in his eyes and a certain confusion in motion when he kept glancing at the clock, under my heart skipped a beat something. Patients on admission to me was not, and I decided to take myself wound the man. I was pleased that the wound is properly tightened, and, therefore, will not have any problems if sutures removed now. After consulting with a colleague, I went into the patient. For some reason I wanted to talk to him, and I first started talking:
- You take your time. Must have an appointment to yet another specialist?
- Not really. At 9 o'clock I need to feed his sick wife. She's in the hospital. Of medical curiosity, I asked him what his wife. The man replied that she had, much to the regret, found Alzheimer's disease. I had time to do the necessary procedures, while we were talking, what, of course, it took time. I thought that by 9 o'clock my patient may not be able to the hospital for his wife. I asked whether she worried if he would be late. The man shook his head sadly:
- No, she will not worry. My wife does not know me the last five years. And do not even remember who I was her for life.
I exclaimed in surprise:
- And, despite this, you still every morning to 9 in a hurry to the hospital to a person who does not know you already?
Then he patted me on the shoulder and smiled paternally said:
- Yes, unfortunately, she does not know who I am. But I remember who she is. With her I was happy all my life.
I went to the window and stared at the departing alley elderly patients. And only when a knock on the door, I realized that I was crying. Chills ran through my body, and I said: "This is the love of which I dream and I ...»
My morning the patient said that he was happy. And she, the woman, too happy, having a husband.
No passion or romance and true love, able to understand, forgive and accept - that's what is imperishable. We leave. And it will remain lodged in someone's heart.
I knowingly replied that all doctors are busy and will be able to pay attention to him no earlier than an hour. However, seeing the incredible sadness in his eyes and a certain confusion in motion when he kept glancing at the clock, under my heart skipped a beat something. Patients on admission to me was not, and I decided to take myself wound the man. I was pleased that the wound is properly tightened, and, therefore, will not have any problems if sutures removed now. After consulting with a colleague, I went into the patient. For some reason I wanted to talk to him, and I first started talking:
- You take your time. Must have an appointment to yet another specialist?
- Not really. At 9 o'clock I need to feed his sick wife. She's in the hospital. Of medical curiosity, I asked him what his wife. The man replied that she had, much to the regret, found Alzheimer's disease. I had time to do the necessary procedures, while we were talking, what, of course, it took time. I thought that by 9 o'clock my patient may not be able to the hospital for his wife. I asked whether she worried if he would be late. The man shook his head sadly:
- No, she will not worry. My wife does not know me the last five years. And do not even remember who I was her for life.
I exclaimed in surprise:
- And, despite this, you still every morning to 9 in a hurry to the hospital to a person who does not know you already?
Then he patted me on the shoulder and smiled paternally said:
- Yes, unfortunately, she does not know who I am. But I remember who she is. With her I was happy all my life.
I went to the window and stared at the departing alley elderly patients. And only when a knock on the door, I realized that I was crying. Chills ran through my body, and I said: "This is the love of which I dream and I ...»
My morning the patient said that he was happy. And she, the woman, too happy, having a husband.
No passion or romance and true love, able to understand, forgive and accept - that's what is imperishable. We leave. And it will remain lodged in someone's heart.
