I must admit that I'm not usually the type who gets drawn into those insipid and schmaltzy notations that circle around web. They're almost always poorly written musings about someone's bad luck, or amazing close brush with death, or miraculous cure and how that person had not done some little thing they either would have been spared the ugly situation that befell them.
I usually quietly and politely hit my delete button which take a nano-second. I realize that these emails are most often sent by some well-meaning friend or family member, and perhaps even due to the faint possibility in their mind that maybe there could be a voodoo curse after all for not sending the story.
In any case, I received one today that captured my attention. Even though it shares many characteristics with the cheesy emails mentioned above, this one had a bit of umph to it. I only say that because after reading it, I realized that the message of this story also make a great analogy of the creation of visual art. It's all about helping the world to see.
I'm posting it here. I did not email this on to 10 people as instructed. . .
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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 besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate
who had described such wonderful things outside this window
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the
wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
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Thanks Syd for sharing ;)
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