When grief is shared, there is half the suffering; but when beauty is shared there is twice the joy….thanks to Treekeeperblog for this!
They carted James into that part of the hospital where they send people with no family who are expected to die. With his broken body, he was forced to lie on his back and stare at the ceiling. His room was cold and sterile, but he had a bright and cheery roommate named Stan.
Stan was bedridden as well. He had the bed next to the window and for one hour each day the nurse would raise his bed so Stan’s lungs could drain. During that hour, Stan would look out the window and spend the entire time telling James about the world outside.
As James lie there, unable to move, he would close his eyes and let his mind fill with the beautiful imagery that Stan painted with his words. Each day was uniquely described in perfection and that time became the most important hour in James’ day.
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