I went to visit my friend Tim in the hospital this morning for a few hours.
Even though he's 17 years older than me, and we only became acquainted I feel like he's been a friend of mine forever.
I was a little intimadted though, I mean here's a 23 year old guy, visiting a guy, who he knows through his infant daughter daycare.
But we share alot of the same passions and same values in life.
I was also upset over what's been happeing at the daycare, and I heard from his wife, he's been moody from the pain medicene. So I didn't know how we it would go.
But we began talking about life and dying, and how he was scared since this was his first time he's been under the knife.
He showed me where they cut him open, and told me that his intenstines became coiled, but when the doctor went in, it uncoiled itself.
Then we began talking about how he likes to work with his hands, and he never went to college, and he said some of us, isn't college material, that he always liked working with his hands, and making a comfortable living for his family.
And he said we should chase our dreams, and what's in our hearts, and how he rather would have the love and respect of the people, than the money.
Then we talked about how it's been 5 months to the day, that I was up at the same hospital to visit my aunt for the last time.
That led to us talking about the afterlife, and how we believe that we will be reunited with our loved ones, if we have God in our lives.
And he began talking about his friend who died last decemember, and how we was a father figure to him. This guy took him deer hunting, and church, and taught him how to kill deer, clean it good, and cook it for his family. And how he still takes the knife they made together, when he goes hunting.
And he told me he felt bad that he didn't visit him enough in the hospital, and how the guy was sad he wasn't up there to visit him.
And that led to we always think we have unlimited time, and we keep putting things off, but when were on our death bed, it's too late for the chance to live.
And then we talked about how he met his wife, and other little things.
Then his wife, Lisa, and their son came up.
So I hung out with them for a little, then I left, so they could spend their private time with him.
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I am so glad I went up and visit him, it's just amazes me, that the 2 hour talk we had, was just so uplifting and spiritual.
It's like I needed to hear that, especially the week I had, and I could just feel all that anger in me subside.
And fate would have it, be at the same place I seen my aunt just 5 months ago, who I shared that same connection with. You know easy going, taking the time living life, heard me out, and just felt like she would make everything better by words.
And it just shows me that words and meaningful conversations mean more than gifts, and the allmighty dollar.
We think we can heal all our problems with material things, but it's time like these, where it shows you dont need to....
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