it was the night before christmas, and all through the evening i reminisced, fondly reliving past christmases spent with my family. as a second year nursing student, just nineteen, this was to be the first time i wouldn’t be home on christmas. although i knew i would someday be working on christmas, i never expected to feel this lonely.
secluded in my room, i yearned for the mouth-watering aromas of mom’s freshly baked cookies, hot chocolate and love. the absence of the usual giggling, slamming doors and ringing telephones made the dormitory seem cold and empty. the unappetizing smell of disinfectant replaced my visions of cookies and cocoa. wow power leveling,
standing in front of the mirror, i conversed with my reflection. “you wanted to be a nurse didn’t you? well, you’re almost a nurse. now is your chance to find out what christmas spirit really means.” determined to make the best of it, i turned in early.
“i’ll be home for christmas. you can count on me...” my faithful clock-radio announced reveille as i slowly dragged myself out of a toasty-warm bed. i trudged across the snow-filled street and grabbed a quick breakfast in the cafeteria before reporting for duty on the medical-surgical unit. world of warcraft gold,
as i prepared to take vital signs on my first patient, i was startled by a robust voice that came from behind. “merry christmas to you. want anything from the cafeteria? i’m headed that way missy.” as i took the stethoscope out of my ears and turned around, from the dimly lit room i could see a gigantic, roly-poly elderly gentleman with long, curly hair, all decked out in a bright red, plaid shirt tucked haphazardly into baggy red trousers. the trousers appeared to be held up by only two, wide, fire-engine-red suspenders that had long since outlived their elasticity. this santa claus facsimile was standing in the doorway waiting patiently for an answer to his query. the only thing missing was the beard.
as i looked toward the bright hallway lights from the darkened room, i thought for a moment that i was dreaming. “no thanks,” i responded. “i just came on duty. i’ll grab something at lunch.” world of warcraft power leveling,
before disappearing down the hall he added, “name’s george. just let me know what i can do for you, missy. i’ll be right back.”
as i cared for my patients, george was right alongside. i watched him spread holiday cheer as he became a guest to the patients who had no visitors that day. when trays arrived he knew who needed assistance and who needed to be fed. he read letters and cards to those whose eyes could no longer see the letters on a printed page. george’s powerful body and tender hands were always ready to help hold, turn, pull-up or lift a patient. he was a “gopher” who made countless trips to the supply room for the “needs of the moment.”
george also knew when to call for help. while reading a letter to mr. jenkins, george noticed that the patient suddenly started to “look funny” and instantly ran to the nurse’s station to summon aid. thanks to george’s swift action, we managed to reverse the effects of an impending diabetic coma. cd keys,
jovial george clearly enjoyed helping others while he spread cheer and told jokes -- the same jokes, over and over again, all day long, one patient at a time. we all enjoyed his presence that christmas day.
when i finally took my lunch break, i was surprised to find the cafeteria elaborately decorated for the season. i sat down next to one of the staff nurses from the unit. during lunch with andrea, i had the chance to ask a burning question. “who is this george fellow? and why is he here on christmas day?”
“about ten years ago, george’s wife became seriously ill. he spent almost every waking moment by her side. those two lovebirds were so devoted to one another. there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.” andrea stopped for a few moments, sipping her coffee in silence, before continuing. wow power leveling
“george started to visit other patients while his wife was sleeping or having treatments. he was here so much that he seemed to take naturally to helping out wherever he could.”
my natural curiosity made me ask, “does he have any family?”
a serious look came over andrea’s face as she continued. “they never had children, and as far as i know, there are no relatives. but you see, george watched his wife suffer for a very long time. he shared every second of her pain and anguish. on christmas eve night, after i prepared his wife forleep, they prayed together. during the prayer, george promised his wife that if god would take away her misery that night, by taking her ‘home,’ he would spend the rest of his life as a christmas volunteer.”
andrea and i finished our lunch in silence.作者: eagle1r 时间: 2010-1-9 14:45
男人沉默的背后
越来越多的女人，越来越搞不明白，无论是热恋阶段，还是初婚时期的那个男人，他的语言细胞曾经是多么的
发达：一个小时前他见你口若悬河地诉说相思，一个小时后再见你依然滔滔不绝地表达着爱恋…… 你头上飘落
下一片树叶，他会像吟诗一般声情并茂感慨万千；你一句无关痛痒的“有家真好”的感叹，他会妙语连珠地与
你畅谈几个小时……如今，这是怎么了？结婚才几年啊，他竟成了“闷罐子”。有人说：男人是行动型的动物
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那么，男人沉默的背后究竟意味着什么呢？
英国社会学家马克经过调查发现：男人每天的说话量，是女人的一半。
但男人们也大多用于朋友圈中、工作中，而与爱人的聊天交流，每天可能不足15分钟，用词量不超过10%。
其实，男人有很多缄默的方法，每一种都可能是一次推心置腹的心灵对话的开始。前提是，你要知道他们
