The Impatient Patient
I became my husband's impatient patient when the common cold virus invaded my system on Monday evening
of April 05.
It started with an innocent, raw sore throat. First, I thought there was an exotic spice in the homemade
broccoli soup that gave me this fiery feeling inside my throat.
It became worst the following morning as more cold symptoms (like hoarseness, runny nose, muscle pain and
I still went to work on Tuesday, but after two hours I was advised to go home and have a rest.
Since then, I’ve been resting, drinking plenty of fluids, especially freshly brewed ginger tea ( once again,
thanks for the recipe, Ken ! ), increasing my daily dosage of Vitamin C and taking cough syrup to fight this new
sleep-depriving attacker. In between these wellness-rituals, I had plenty of time to reflect on "everything" and
I read a lot, too. I finished Paulo Coelho's book – The Witch of Portobello - and was impressed with
this new theme.
I still needed to read some more that will "open the heart and rekindle the spirit", so I searched for my old
copy of the book Chicken Soup for the Soul.
When I found it, I said loudly, "yes, this chicken soup will be good for me."
Now I’d like share with you the first inspiring article from this beautiful book -
Love: The One Creative Force
Spread love everywhere you go; first of all in your own
house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbour … Let no one ever come to you
without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in
your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting.
A college professor had his sociology class go into Baltimore slums to get case histories of 200 young boys.
They were asked to write an evaluation of each boy’s future. In every case the students wrote, "He hasn’t got a
Twenty-five years later another sociology professor came across the earlier study. He had his students follow up
on the project to see what had happened to these boys. With the exception of 20 boys who had moved away or died,
the students learned that 176 of the remaining 180 had achieved more than ordinary success as lawyers, doctors and
The professor was astounded and decided to pursue the matter further. Fortunately, all the men were in the area
and he was able to ask each one, "How do you account for your success ?"
In each case the reply came with feeling, "There was a teacher."
The teacher was still alive, so he sought her out and asked the old but still alert lady what magic formula she
had used to pull these boys out of the slums into successful achievement.
The teacher's eyes sparkled and her lips broke into a gentle smile. "It's really very simple," she said, "I
loved those boys."
Wow! This touching story did light up my day.
It made me more grateful for the tender, loving care of my private nurse (who else, but Derek) who patiently
took care of me – his one and only impatient (to get well) patient.
I am also truly grateful to be blessed with caring relatives and friends whom I can talk to when I feel down and
out. And, as always, THANK YOU, dear GOD!
This morning I felt better and the cheery, sunny Sunday motivated me to go out for a walk with Derek. We walked
about an hour in the neighbourhood and it was like walking on sunshine.
My personal photographer (another of my husband's many roles) took the following photos of a strange-looking
tree, a sunbathing cat, the apple blossoms and the elegant crane.
Finally, let’s sit back, relax and enjoy this – Walking On Sunshine by Aly and
P.S. I really love this song! It tickles my dancing feet, makes me sing like a rock star and most of
all, it makes me feel good.
Luzette Simpson - April 10, 2011