We should be happy and feel
blessed when we find ourselves in the position to help someone because God is
answering that person's prayer through us. Our purpose on earth is not to get lost
in the dark but to be a light to others, so that they may find way through us.
The greatest gift we can give to a special someone is your time. It’s like we
are giving the portion of our life that we can never get back. People were
created to be loved, things were created to be used. The reason why the
world is in chaos, is because things are being loved while people are being used.
The willingness to listen, the patience to understand, the strength
to support, the heart to care and just to be there is commendable
and beyond compare!
Here's a spontaneous and admirable act of kindness displayed by a soldier beyond
the call of duty.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the
bedside. “Your son is here,” she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times
before the patient’s eyes opened.
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
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine
move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the
Marine was unmindful 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.
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference.
They bless the one who receives them, and they bless, the giver.
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.
“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, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
"I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey.