Posted on 12/02/2015 11:09:43 AM PST by daniel1212
Nice story but I got this in an email at least 10 years ago.
Yes, as Snopes says this has been around, but checked and it did not appear to have been posted on FR, and i think it is usually not attributed to its source and verified as true.
Tears. Thank you for posting this.
Just had our company Xmas party (on Thanksgiving weekend). Any way, I did something I had never done before.......... knowing I was a little bit loose, I took a taxi home. Three blocks later, I came across a sobriety checkpoint, where because I was in the cab, was waived thru.
I was a little confused this morning however, to find a taxi cab in my garage.
Effin’ A.
I got misty and am currently sitting in a high level meeting with several high powered people.
We failed our old people in this society.
Soft as a feather, but hits with the weight of a ton of bricks.
GREAT POST..!!!
I sent this out as an email yesterday to my group.
Sounds like a story about my older pastor and one of the members of the church.
The pastor was known for going; shall we say; a bit rapidly down the road. And for swerving a bit as well.
His passenger yelled, “Watch OUT!” at a particularly narrow escape.
“What’s the matter? You’re saved; aren’t you?”
His passenger replied, “I am NOW!”
Yes.
We (I) tend to forget that there ARE lots of Christians living in these predominately Muslim lands.
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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet: |
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What do you see nurses?
What are you thinking
A crabby old man,
Uncertain of habit,
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What do you see?
when you're looking at me?
who is not very wise,
with faraway eyes?
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Who dribbles his food,
When you say in a loud voice,
Who seems not to notice
And forever is losing
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and makes no reply.
'I do wish you'd try!'
the things that you do.
a sock or shoe?
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Who, resisting or not,
With bathing and feeding
Is that what you're thinking?
Then open your eyes, nurse:
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lets you do as you will,
the long day to fill?
Is that what you see?
you're not looking at me.
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I'll tell you who I am,
As I do at your bidding,
I'm a small child of Ten,
Brothers and sisters
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as I sit here so still,
as I eat at your will.
with a father and mother,
who love one another.
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A young boy of Sixteen,
Dreaming that soon now
A groom soon at Twenty,
Remembering, the vows
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with wings on his feet.
a lover he'll meet.
my heart gives a leap.
that I promised to keep.
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At Twenty-Five, now
Who need me to guide,
A man of Thirty,
Bound to each other
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I have young of my own.
and a secure happy home.
my young now grown fast,
with ties that should last.
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At Forty, my young sons
But my woman's beside me
At Fifty, once more,
Again, we know children;
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have grown and are gone,
to see I don't mourn.
babies play 'round my knee,
my loved one and me.
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Dark days are upon me:
I look at the future,
For my young are all rearing
And I think of the years
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my wife is now dead.
and shudder with dread.
young of their own.
and the love that I've known.
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I'm now an old man
Tis jest to make old age
The body, it crumbles;
There is now a stone
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and nature is cruel.
look like a fool.
grace and vigor, depart.
where I once had a heart.
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But inside this old carcass,
And now and again
I remember the joys;
And I'm loving and living
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a young guy still dwells,
my battered heart swells.
I remember the pain.
life over again.
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I think of the years, all too few:
And accept the stark fact
So open your eyes, people;
Not a crabby old man;
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gone too fast.
that nothing can last.
open and see.
Look closer . . . see ME!!
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bttt
LOL!
That is soooo sweet. Made my day. : )
Lots fewer than there once were thanks to governments more interested in importing more jihadi savagages to colonize the free world than in rescuing persecuted Christians.
I have to disagree with you there.
WE did not fail anyone. Americans are supportive of helping seniors and consistently vote for initiatives and candidates who say they will "fix" the problems.
It is the POLITICIANS who are failing the old people. They don't do what they say they will nor what they ought to do morally and I have no doubt divert the voted-on funds to their own projects and donors.
Thanks. There is another story about 2 men in a TB ward years ago, i will try to paraphrase and recast. The older man had a bed near a window, a position which the other man lusted to have, but never let on.
The two would converse, and the one man would ask the other what sights he saw thru the window, which he could see thru by sitting up. That older man would always and only describe some encouraging sights: one day how beautiful the weather was, or the changing autumn leaves, etc., and which descriptions he saw cheered his roommate. One day he even described a parade with detail.
He would also share stories from the Bible, such as how the handmaidens saved the lives of innocent infants through their reports to Pharaoh, even though it placed their own lives at risk. And above all how the sinless Son of God gave Himself for our sins to save those who repent and cast all their faith on this Lord Jesus to save them by His sinless shed blood. The other man politely listened but in his heart dismissed those stories as irrelevant and the acts as being unreasonable.
However, the man by the window was not improving in health, yet he never complained, nor did he want to bother the nurses by calling for help. Meanwhile, the other man secretly wished he would die so that he might have his window bed.
One night the hacking of the older man was particularly severe, and which his roommate heard but refused to call the nurses to help. Finally the hacking stopped, and soon the check nurse came in and heard no breathing, and discovered he was dead.
Since he did not want to lustfut, the remaining man waited for a couple days before he asked if he could have the bed by the window, seeing as it was empty. The head nurse consented, and soon he was in the position he had coveted so long.
After the nurses left, he turned his right side and with great expectation he peered out the window for the view which he even let a man die in order to obtain, only to find a bare brick wall.
Ir order to cheer his roommate, the older man had told him of views, only positive views, not knowing that the recipient would let him die in order to obtain it.
While this illustrates the contrast btwn charity and greed, cannot sanction the fabrication of the old man due to his motive, as like Santa Clause, once a lie is presented as Truth (unlike parables) then it risks a Truth being rejected as a lie.
Similar experiences visiting the elderly and also my dad. Amazing to see the Holy Spirit at work in believers even when the body is broken down and the mind is not what it used to be. The smiles that lit up the room. That's the Holy Spirit!
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