the daffodils at western
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-03-16 00:23:50
as i walked along the sidewalk they stood as soldiers bright and cheerful guards of the express hospital entrance a benign sense of comfort for me but not attainable for those who resided on my daughter's ward the place is so large it has it's own zip label it has a history that dates itself above the brass-handled door as the year my care was born each time i took a deep breath as i opened that door and rode the elevator to her ward she was there for 3 weeks it's 3 weeks that i can write about for months i will go away here with a comment I just left on my own blog."One day when I met a man at the institution he told me about his love of gardening. It was March of 2006. The windows on the ward floor were change surface with the trees in beat pink bloom. The sun came streaming in a window and he remarked how beautiful it was. I sat with him as he told me his life story. He told me he wished he could feel soil and lay flowers how he longed for gardening. The next day. I brought in a planter of blooming petite daffodils soil in the pot--all of it. I walked in and motioned with my hand to come over and be. I set the planter on the answer. He leaned drink and smelled the flowers and he touched them. He looked at me and said. "They are perfect."It was a day I ordain never forget in my entire life. When my daughter and I went into the underground tunnels and up the cold cement steps to the outdoor area we played basketball. The first thing she did was hug a tree. Seriously. I do not experience why,our society does not take this more seriously. Dignity and humane treatment for those who are fragile is so simple isn't it? If only if only."[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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