It was around 8:30 am when a preoccupied morning an elderly gentleman arrived in the eighties to receive several strings on his finger. He said he was in a hurry and had been scheduled at 9:00 am.
I told him to sit down to check it out. I knew he would wait for hours to see someone else. I watched the watch worried and decided to help him because I did not have another patient anyway.
After the examination, the wound was well repaired. We started a little conversation while I was dealing with the wound. I asked if he had scheduled another doctor because he was in a hurry. My Lord replied that he did not say that he must go to the home for old and frail people and eat breakfast with his wife.
I asked her about her health. He replied that she was accommodated there some time after she became a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. I then asked her whether she would be angry if he had failed.
She replied that she no longer knows who he is and can not recognize him for five years.
I asked him indignantly: “And you are still going every morning, although she no longer knows who you are?”
He laughed and grabbed me by the hand and said: “She does not know me, but I still know who she is”
I tried to keep my tears away after leaving.
I thought, “I love such love in my life”
True love is not physical, it is the acceptance of everything that is, either, it will be or will not be.