Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same room of a hospital. Allowed one of them sitting on his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the only window in the room. The other man should stay all the time in your bed lying on his back. The men spoke for hours and hours. They spoke about their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their military service, when they have been vacation, etc. And every evening in the bed near the window, the man who could sit, spent time describing to his roommate things which he could see from there. The man in the other bed, began to live in those small spaces of an hour, as if their world is large and revived by the activity and color the outside world.
You could see from the sale a beautiful Lake, swans, people swimming and children playing with their small paper boats. Young lovers walked cuddled between flowers of all colors of the Rainbow. Large and old trees adorn the landscape and a slight view of the horizon in the city could see in the distance. As the man in the window described all this with delicacy of detail, the man in the other bed could close my eyes and imagine so picturesque scenes. A warm late summer, the man in the window described him a parade that passed through there. While the man could not listen to the band, he could see everything in your mind, because the gentleman in the window represented him everything with such descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One day the morning nurse came into the room carrying water for the bathroom of each of them and discovers the lifeless body of the man in the window, the same who had died peacefully at night while sleeping. She was much saddened and called the dependents of the hospital to remove the body. As soon as he thought fit, another man asked if he could be moved near the window. The nurse was happy to make the change, after being sure that was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly and painfully joined resting on one of his elbows to hold her first vision of the outside world. Finally, I would have the joy of seeing it for yourself. It stretched to slowly turn your head and look out the window that was next to the bed. There was just a big white wall. That was all. The man asked the nurse that he could have forced his roommate to describe so many wonderful things through the window. The nurse replied that the man was blind and that for any reason he could see that wall.