{"id":612,"date":"2010-02-27T22:41:33","date_gmt":"2010-02-28T02:41:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/2010\/02\/27\/coincidence-or-not\/"},"modified":"2010-02-27T22:41:33","modified_gmt":"2010-02-28T02:41:33","slug":"coincidence-or-not","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/coincidence-or-not\/","title":{"rendered":"Coincidence or Not?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"6\"><strong>Coincidence or Not?<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p><strong><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"6\"><\/font><\/strong>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><font color=\"#bf0000\" size=\"5\">It is said that there are no coincidences that all is within God&#8217;s plan.&nbsp; The following has meaning for all of us I believe.<\/font><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><b><\/b> <\/p>\n<p><b><\/b> <\/p>\n<p><b><\/b><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>&#8220;Your son is here,&#8221; she said to the old man. <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>She had to repeat the words several times before the patient&#8217;s eyes opened.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man&#8217;s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man&#8217;s hand and offering him words of love and strength. <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital \u2013 the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>the Marine interrupted her. &#8220;Who was that man?&#8221; he asked.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>The nurse was startled, &#8220;He was your father,&#8221; she answered.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>No, he wasn&#8217;t,&#8221; the Marine replied. &#8220;I never saw him before in my life.&#8221;<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>&#8220;Then why didn&#8217;t you say something when I took you to him?&#8221; <\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>&#8220;I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn&#8217;t here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.&#8221;<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him.. What was this gentleman&#8217;s name? The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, Mr. William Grey&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong><\/strong><\/font> <\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#540169\" size=\"4\"><strong>The next time someone needs you &#8230; just be there. 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