This is one of those forwarded emails. Usually I delete them straight away (my MIL sends them all the time - drives me nuts) but today I liked this one so I thought I would share it with you. It is copy/pasted so please forgive the typos.
Subject: The Young Marine
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat thewords several times before the patient's eyes opened.Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly sawthe young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reachedout his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the oldman's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lightedward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love andstrength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move awayand rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, theMarine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital -the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff membersexchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man saidnothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the nowlifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While shedid what she had to do, he wai ted.Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but theMarine interrupted her. "Who was that man?" he asked. The nurse wasstartled, "He was your father," she answered. "No, he wasn't," theMarine replied. "I never saw him before in my life.""Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?""I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here . When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
The next time someone needs you .. just be there. Stay.WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.