Tales from childhood: My diagnosis.

"You've lost a lot of weight!" my colleague said me.

Indeed, I have become very, very thin lately. Although I eat as usual. Also, I often fell chills, even though it's warm outside.

Before, I thought it was just a cold. Now I decided to see a doctor.

"I came to get tested for a serious illness. I suspect I gave this." I told the hospital.

A few days later, I went to get the test results.

Oh, no! The results are positive! I have a fatal disease! I need to tell Timothy and my boss about this!

I, the lady in red, decided to tell you in more detail how everything really is. What should I do now?!

Tales from childhood: Surprise.

"It's very cold now! So, you need to dress warmly." my granny said.

Yes, the weather is really cold this year. There is still a lot of snow everywhere. This is perfect for the holidays.

I went outside wearing several sweaters, a hat, boots, and a fur coat. I like Christmas!

"Good morning Sophie!" my friend Natalie said.

"Hi!" I said with a smile.

"I heard that a girl named Angela woke up in the hospital after a long sleep. Last year, that's exactly what I wished for." Natalie said.

"I want to meet her," I asked Natalie.

Then we went to the hospital and saw a teenage girl who was sleeping a lot. We used to visit Angela.

The girl sat in bed and talked to the doctor. It was a real gift for us.

Tales from childhood: Holiday miracles.

"Angela woke up! It's a miracle!" the doctor said with a smile.

"She slept for many years since childhood," I said with surprise.

Christmas and New Year are coming soon and I, Beth, want to tell you about what happened at the hospital.

Once upon a time, a little girl fell into a deep sleep and was admitted to the hospital.

Now she is awake, but sitting in a wheelchair. Doctors are taking care of her.

Sophie and Natalie are happy about this.

Parable: The Hospital Window.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band — he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

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Tales from childhood: Important talk for Timothy.

"I want to become handsome." Timothy said.

"We can help you!" nurse said.

It was in the hospital. Timothy decided to talk about his life.

"My father forgot about me," he said.

"Maybe he will remember about you later," the nurse said.

Also, Timothy told about people who couldn't understand him. How he walked during night. The young man needed it.

Now Timothy decided to check how the attitudes of others towards him would change.

Tales from childhood: Mark and swing.

Sophie and Natalie were in the yard. Afterwards, little Mark went, too. His mother was with him.

The boy rocked on a swing. Girls watched him do it. But suddenly child fell and cried. Little Sophie noticed an injury on his forehead.

Mark's mother run with her son to neighborhood hospital. Sophie and Natalie were worried about him.

Several days later Sophie and her friend saw Mark and his mother. The child had a bandage on his forehead.

Mark told little Sophie and Natalie that he had a scar in the shape of a star.