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***WARNING MAY CAUSE TEARS ***
My New Friend
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Written by: Sheena
I had been deathly ill with pneumonia. I arrived at the out patient department of the hospital to have some follow up tests done. I was dismayed to find that a 50lb. bag of dog food was still in the trunk of my car, sitting on top my walker. I anxiously looked around for help and was delighted to see an able bodied young man in his early thirties coming towards me.
I quickly explained my problem and he looked very serious, considering the whole thing and then he said, "You want me to take the dog food out of the trunk? You want me to lift the walker out of the trunk? What do you want me to do with the dog food then? I replied, "Shall we put it back in the trunk." He smiled a great big smile and agreed. Then he asked me if we should close the trunk and I assured him that we should.
He accompanied me to the hospital doors, all the time going on excitedly about how good it feels when you help someone. I agreed realizing that he must live in the assisted care unit behind the hospital for the mentally handicapped.
Two days later I had to return to the hospital for more tests. I was leaving the premises when I saw my young blond friend bounding towards me with a huge smile on his face. He said, "Remember me? I'm the one who helped you the other day." I assured him that of course I remembered him and asked how he was doing? He replied that he was doing fine, but would be doing a lot better if he had 35 cents for a cup of coffee.
I reached into my purse and found a $20 and five ones. I decided to give him the five ones. He beamed and said that he would be able to buy lots of cups of coffee with that so I suggested that he plan on having two cups a day and then the money would last a while. He thought about this and agreed. Then he asked how I was doing.
I assured him I was on the mend but that I would need to come back again for more tests just to make sure everything was all right. He asked me when I would be coming back and I replied that I would be back in two days. He put a dollar bill in my hand and said, "When you come back, bring me a pack of cigs, some cookies, some crackers and some cheese, all right?" I assured him that I would.
We said our good-byes and I watched him jaunt along the path and go back into the hospital. My new friend was costly but I was laughing inside.
Two days later when I arrived at the hospital, he was hanging out the window on the second floor, obviously waiting for me. He was so happy to see me and shouted that he would be right down. I could
hardly hold the tears back, for I somehow knew he had been at that window all day.
We embraced joyously and then I sat with him in the, "Visiting Room." He introduced me to everyone as his "friend." I handed him the shopping bag containing his goodies (minus the cigs) and he contemplated each item for a long time, then he smiled that gorgeous smile and asked, "Any change?"
As I left the premises that day I found myself assuring God that I would take this friendship very seriously. I knew that our paths had crossed for a purpose, God makes no mistakes. I could make this young mans life a little better, I could visit, I could bring small presents. Something told me that it was really important to him for his fellow patients to know that he had a "friend." Maybe he had prayed for one.
Submitted by Richard
My New Friend
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Written by: Sheena
I had been deathly ill with pneumonia. I arrived at the out patient department of the hospital to have some follow up tests done. I was dismayed to find that a 50lb. bag of dog food was still in the trunk of my car, sitting on top my walker. I anxiously looked around for help and was delighted to see an able bodied young man in his early thirties coming towards me.
I quickly explained my problem and he looked very serious, considering the whole thing and then he said, "You want me to take the dog food out of the trunk? You want me to lift the walker out of the trunk? What do you want me to do with the dog food then? I replied, "Shall we put it back in the trunk." He smiled a great big smile and agreed. Then he asked me if we should close the trunk and I assured him that we should.
He accompanied me to the hospital doors, all the time going on excitedly about how good it feels when you help someone. I agreed realizing that he must live in the assisted care unit behind the hospital for the mentally handicapped.
Two days later I had to return to the hospital for more tests. I was leaving the premises when I saw my young blond friend bounding towards me with a huge smile on his face. He said, "Remember me? I'm the one who helped you the other day." I assured him that of course I remembered him and asked how he was doing? He replied that he was doing fine, but would be doing a lot better if he had 35 cents for a cup of coffee.
I reached into my purse and found a $20 and five ones. I decided to give him the five ones. He beamed and said that he would be able to buy lots of cups of coffee with that so I suggested that he plan on having two cups a day and then the money would last a while. He thought about this and agreed. Then he asked how I was doing.
I assured him I was on the mend but that I would need to come back again for more tests just to make sure everything was all right. He asked me when I would be coming back and I replied that I would be back in two days. He put a dollar bill in my hand and said, "When you come back, bring me a pack of cigs, some cookies, some crackers and some cheese, all right?" I assured him that I would.
We said our good-byes and I watched him jaunt along the path and go back into the hospital. My new friend was costly but I was laughing inside.
Two days later when I arrived at the hospital, he was hanging out the window on the second floor, obviously waiting for me. He was so happy to see me and shouted that he would be right down. I could
hardly hold the tears back, for I somehow knew he had been at that window all day.
We embraced joyously and then I sat with him in the, "Visiting Room." He introduced me to everyone as his "friend." I handed him the shopping bag containing his goodies (minus the cigs) and he contemplated each item for a long time, then he smiled that gorgeous smile and asked, "Any change?"
As I left the premises that day I found myself assuring God that I would take this friendship very seriously. I knew that our paths had crossed for a purpose, God makes no mistakes. I could make this young mans life a little better, I could visit, I could bring small presents. Something told me that it was really important to him for his fellow patients to know that he had a "friend." Maybe he had prayed for one.
Submitted by Richard
