WHAT DO YOU SEE?

“Dreams aren’t those things you see when you sleep at night but those pictures you see that keep you from sleeping at night” - JIM

Two men occupied the same hospital room. One man could to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end each day. They spoke of many things; their wives, families, homes, jobs, and even their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans wadded in the water, children sailed their model boats and lovers walked arm in arm amidst beautiful scented flowers. The city’s skyline painted a fantastic view in the background, and could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all he saw in detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed, then, one morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window. He had died in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked to be moved next to the window. So, he could see for himself all the wonderful things. The nurse obliged and made the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he helped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It overlooked a brick wall; he asked the nurse why the window was blocked and when? “That’s how it had always been.” She replied, “Why?” she asked. My friend always told me the beautiful things he saw from this window. The nurse smiled and said, “That man was blind, he didn’t even know there was a wall there.”

The greatest form of blindness isn’t physical blindness. Not the type where the eyes are blind, but the type where the mind is blind. Henry Ford saw a V8, engine and his engineers told him it was impossible, but he asked them to produce it anyway. Friends remember this, “Impossible is nothing and nothing is impossible” As you think so you are.

Until we get to the point where we can see with our minds eyes great things about our destiny, and or desires we will be limited greatly. It would b likened to someone trying to embark on a journey with a destination, that person could go on and on forever. Learn to dream, and dream big, after you’re done dreaming. Visualize your dreams coming to pass; see them happen before they eventually do.