THE GREAT PHYSICIAN

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Welcome to the Great Physician
Office hours are as you come,
He’s a Specialist in all problems
And His day is never done.
He can heal a heart that’s broken
He can mend the spirit, too,
No matter what your ailment
He does have the cure for you.
His fee for service never alters
He serves rich and poor as well,
He’s our one chance for Salvation,
He alone saves us from Hell.
There’s no fee for services rendered
All He asks is that we believe,
That He bled and died to save us
And all His blessings we will receive.
Do you have a special problem
That is troubling you this hour?

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Then just simply leave it with Him
You can find no greater power.
Don’t delay in seeking treatment
Please, my friend, don’t hesitate,
For His office is soon closing
And He’ll shut and lock the gate.
I wouldn’t want you to suffer
While the Doctor’s so close by,
Your whole life will be much better
If my Physician you will try.
In Case of Emergencies . . .

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Comments (0) Jan 30 2014

Help before its too late : A heart touching Story‏

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LET’S SHOW our love while we can, while people need us. That is something I learnt from an incident in Bhopal .

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I saw a little boy daily near the Hanuman temple, always in a white tee and black pants, with a small Hanuman pendant around his neck.

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He sat with a basket of fresh floral garlands. Be it at six in the morning or nine at night, he would try his very hardest to sell his wares.

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I was a frequent temple goer and each time the boy would ask me earnestly to buy a garland. But somehow I never did. Even when I came out, he would follow me to my car, begging me to buy one at least.

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Other boys sold flowers too, but none as persistently as he. I went back to the temple recently after a gap of some months.

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The boy was there, seated exactly as before. I tried to avoid his gaze(look), assuming that he would follow me. But he did not budge(move).

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I went inside the temple and came back. But the boy made no effort to sell his garlands.

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I thought he was angry or just showing his own self-respect.

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I suddenly missed the communication I always had with this unknown boy and went to him. He looked at me but did not speak.

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This was strange. I gathered courage and asked: “Bhaiya, why are you not asking me to buy your garlands?”

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He said, “Didi, why should I ask? You are rich but you can’t spend five rupees on my garland. Anyway

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Comments (0) Dec 16 2012

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

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HOW TO STAY YOUNG

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1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay ‘them.’

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2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

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3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.’ And the devil’s name is Alzheimer’s.

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4. Enjoy the simple things.

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5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

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6. The tears happen.Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

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7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

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8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what

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Comments (0) Dec 05 2012

An Obituary for A Dear Friend - I Really Miss Him

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 An Obituary

 An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly true..

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Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, *Common Sense*, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

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- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn’t always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.

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Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults - not children - are in charge).

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His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

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Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children..

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It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

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Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

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 Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

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Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded Read More

Comments (0) Nov 26 2012

A Merry Heart . . . . !!!

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Doeth Good Like Medicine

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“A Merry heart doeth good like medicine.”

– Prov. 17:22 (KJV)

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Hospital volunteers do no clinical work.  Volunteers have no physically therapeutic treatment of offer.  They dispense no medicine. But we cannot deny that they demonstrate the merry hearts as spoken of in Proverbs 17:22.  At the core of volunteering is the fervent desire to “doeth good like medicine.”  Because I am privileged to experience a daily confirmation of the good done by volunteers, it is very difficult to choose one vignette or narrow the choices of stories to one.

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It was Christmas time and our elderly visitor was back to see her husband in the Intensive Care Unit.  We had watched her daily visits, and could tell she was becoming more distant and distraught with each day.  She was rather frail and unsteady on her feet, but refused any offer of assistance.

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Volunteer John approached her on her way out, to offer her a ride back to her car in our shuttle as it was cold.  She accepted reluctantly, almost as if in resignation.  While helping her into the shuttle,

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Comments (0) Mar 25 2012

A MountainWings Moment — The Rented Room‏

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    The Rented Room
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    Our house was directly across the street from the clinic
    entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived
    downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the
    clinic.

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    One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at
    the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.

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    “Why, he’s hardly taller than my eight-year-old,” I thought as I
    stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing
    was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw.

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    Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, “Good evening. I’ve come
    to see if you’ve a room for just one night. I came for a
    treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there’s no
    bus ’til morning.”

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    He told me he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no
    success, no one seemed to have a room. “I guess it’s my face…
    I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more
    treatments…”

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    For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me,
    “I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus
    leaves early in the morning.”

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    I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.
    I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready,
    I asked the old man if he would join us. “No thank you.
    I have plenty.”  And he held up a brown paper bag.

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    When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk
    with him a few minutes. It didn’t take a long time to see that
    this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body.

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    He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her
    five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from
    a back injury.

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    He didn’t tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other
    sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing.

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    He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was
    apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him
    the strength to keep going.

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    At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children’s room for him.
    When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded
    and the little man was out on the porch.

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    He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus,
    haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said,

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    “Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a
    treatment?  I won’t put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a
    chair.”  He paused a moment and then added, “Your children made
    me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children
    don’t seem to mind.”

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    I told him he was welcome to come again.

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    And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the
    morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the
    largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them
    that morning before he left so that they’d be nice and fresh.

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    I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m., and I wondered what time he
    had to get up in order to do this for us.

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    In the years he came to stay overnight with us, there was never
    a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables
    from his garden.

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    Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special
    delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young
    spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed.

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    Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing
    how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.

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    When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a


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    Comments (0) Mar 25 2012