True Love - A True Story

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True Love - A True Story

By Bilrak

2005/11/14

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentlemanin his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over anhour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I wouldevaluate his wound.

On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got theneeded supplies to remove his sutures and dress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation I askedhim if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eatbreakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, eventhough 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."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and 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.

"The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything that comes along their way."