Why?

I went to a man's house today to solve an air conditioning problem. This guy had given me a really hard time on the phone. Usually, once I convince them that I am concerned and I will stand behind my work, they calm down (some people think that rattling sabers is the way to get attention).

He told me that the front door was open and to just walk in. When I opened the door I could see his den down a hall. In his den was his wife, eighty years old, in a hospital bed with a respirator that breathed for her and a heart monitor and a full time attendant.

The hospital discharged her and gave her two weeks to live a year and a half ago. He doesn't want to let her go and has created his own little intensive care unit in his den. She doesn't respond.

To him, she is the same little girl he fell in love with sixty years ago.


- posted by J-Birds @ 9:23 PM |