The Dusting Lady In My Hospital Room
--by Maureen Flanagan, posted Jul 20, 2006
I did this repeatedly and no answer. I thought she may have been deaf. I was told that she was mute and had been because she had been in a concentration camp. She had recovered but some children threw 'crackers' at her window letting off very loud 'bangs', and she never spoke from that day on.
On the day I was going home and I asked her if she would be my friend. No answer. I left her some magazines and told the staff to give them to her. I had left the hospital with my husband a new born child.
Then I realized I had forgotten to ask the doctor something. I went back with my baby and husband. They said the lady had indicated she wanted to see me. She hugged me so tightly and held me. She had tears in her eyes. The hospital was hushed in silence. Not a word passed her lips.
Two years later I heard a conversation on the radio which stopped me on my tracks! They were talking about the lady and the magazines and the events. Unknown to me, at the time that day, she spoke for the first time in all those years. They said the psychiatrist said it was the first time she trusted anyone and that broke her silence.
Just the fact that I heard that conversation on the radio, and my husband did too, I thought was amazing and how happy was I to think this lady spoke again.
'Embrace each day because it is a gift'.
This story is so unbelievably beautiful. It touched my heart as i'm sure it touched the many here. Thank you so very much for sharing and filling my heart with some much needed love xox
Love and light.
Its impact is always unprecedented; jaw dropping.