The measure of love is to love without measure. True love sets no conditions; it
does not calculate nor complain, but simply love. Love is not written on paper,
for paper can be erased; nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But
it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.
|You come to
love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect
person perfectly.óSam Keen
When we love, there's no such thing as loving a little, but loving all the way.
Love may not ask us to give up our life, but it will require lots of sacrifices.
Time passes, memories fade, feelings change, people come and go; but hearts
never forget as we learn from the following narrative.
As the story goes, it was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in
his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he
was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m. I took his vital signs and
had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would
to able to attend to him.
saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound
since I was not busy with another patient. On examination, the wound was well
healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his
sutures and redress his wound.
We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I
asked him if he had another doctor's appointment later as he was in such a
hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing
home to have breakfast with his wife.
inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursing home for
a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. I asked further if she would
be upset if he was slightly late. He replied that she no longer knows who he is
and she has not been able to recognize him since five years ago.
asked him in surprise, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't
know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know
me, but I still know who she is."
had to hold back my tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm, and I
thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither
physical nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Love isnít a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun, like struggle. To
love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is,
right here, now and beyond.
Give freely to the world these gifts of love and
compassion. Do not concern yourself with how much you receive in
return, just know in your heart it will be returned.-Steve