Knowing

This is an e-mail I received.
Had to share.

I Still Know Who She Is!

It was a busy morning, about 8:30 , when an
elderly gentleman in his
80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his
thumb. He said he was
in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 a.m.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be over
an hour 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
would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of
the doctors, got the
needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress
his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he
had another doctor's
appointment this morning, as he was in such a
hurry. The gentleman told
me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to
eat breakfast with
his wife.

I inquired as to her health. He told me that she
had been there for a
while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's
Disease. As we talked, I
asked if she would be upset 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, even
though 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.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails,
sometimes there is one
that comes along that has an important message. I
had to share it with
you.

Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and
knowing who to thank.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the
best of everything; they
just make the best of everything they have.

I hope you share this with someone you care about.
I just did.
' Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but
how to dance in the
rain.'