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My World: Cheesy, out of fashion, not with the times

fahim mohammed

fahim mohammed

Well-known member
Maybe. But speaks volumes about our culture ( and hopefully yours too ).

My grand daughter was with us Wednesday and Thursday and most of today. It is a joy.

On returning home, her mother ( my daughter ) sent me a photo she had received from a friend of hers.

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Let me translate ( as best as I can ) the caption..

' the grey hair you see on your father speaks about the ( the word literally means paradise, but not in this context ) privilege, blessings and comfort that you live in today.

I was moved. I just wanted to share it with you all.

Best regards.
 
Asher Kelman

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Your picture and the writing reminds me of a time I was challenged about the quality of life of a man with a brain tumor I had treated. He was in a wheelchair, frail, blind in one eye and saliva dripped from his half paralyzed mouth. I took the other physician to see the man. He was cradling in his infant grandaughter and both were dribbling saliva and giggling at each other.

"That", I said is a happy man, "That's why I treated his brain tumor and allowed him to live whatever more time God gives him. How else does one measure life, except by the happiness and hope of the person?

My colleague was silenced.

Asher
 
fahim mohammed

fahim mohammed

Well-known member
Asher Kelman said:
Your picture and the writing reminds me of a time I was challenged about the quality of life of a man with a brain tumor I had treated. He was in a wheelchair, frail, blind in one eye and saliva dripped from his half paralyzed mouth. I took the other physician to see the man. He was cradling in his infant grandaughter and both were dribbling saliva and giggling at each other.

"That", I said is a happy man, "That's why I treated his brain tumor and allowed him to live whatever more time God gives him. How else does one measure life, except by the happiness and hope of the person?

My colleague was silenced.

Asher
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Well said my friend. Very well said.

Kindest regards.
 
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