Heavily sedated because of the pain
of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside
the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened
fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and
encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that
the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat
there in the poorly lighted ward,
holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the
ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital –
the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members
exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then
she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held
tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man
died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to
tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started
to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her, “Who was that man?”
he asked.
The nurse was startled, “He was your
father,” she answered.
“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied.
“I never saw him before in my life.”
“Then why didn’t you say something
when I took you to him?”
“I knew right away there had been a
mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When
I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, I knew
how much he needed me. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son
was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this
gentleman’s name?”
The nurse with tears in her eyes
answered, “Mr. William Grey …”
The next time someone needs you …
just be there. Stay.
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