It was an ordinary morning when an elderly man, about 80 years old, came to remove the stitches from his thumb. It was obvious that he was in a hurry, and he said in a voice slightly trembling with excitement that he had important business at 9 o'clock in the morning.
Shaking his head regretfully, my friend asked him to sit down, knowing that all the doctors are busy and they will be able to deal with him no earlier than in an hour. However, watching with what sadness in his eyes he looks at the hands of the clock, something seemed to jump in him compassionately -he did not have any other patients at the moment to take care of his wound himself.
After examining his finger, he found that the wound had healed well, and after consulting with one of the doctors, he received the necessary tools to remove the stitches.
After taking up his finger, they began to talk. The doctor could not resist and asked him:
— You probably have an appointment, since you're in such a hurry right now.
— No, not really. I have to get to the hospital to feed my sick wife.
Then he asked what was wrong with her. And the elderly man replied that, unfortunately, she had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. Glancing at his watch, my friend asked if she would be worried if he was a little late.
To my utter surprise, my interlocutor said that, alas, she had not recognized him for the last five years.
"She doesn't even know who I am to her," he added, shaking his head.
Astonished, the doctor exclaimed:
— And you still go there every morning, even though she doesn't even know who you are?
He smiled and patted my hand, replied:
— She doesn't know who I am, but I know who she is