The Hospital Window

An old man lay near the hospital window. Every day, he described beautiful scenes outside to the young boy in the next bed — gardens, children playing, birds flying in the sky. The boy waited eagerly for those stories; they gave him hope during painful treatments.

One morning, the old man passed away. When the boy was finally strong enough to sit by the window, he saw nothing but a blank wall.

Confused, he asked the nurse why the old man described such beautiful views. She smiled sadly and said, “There was never a garden. He was blind. He just wanted you to feel hope.”

The boy realized something powerful: sometimes, the greatest strength is choosing to give light to others, even when you live in darkness.

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