A Sense of Purpose

A young man was hospitalized with a severe disease. He could have died from it. But he was lucky enough to have recovered partially, although he remained very weak and sickly.

This patient was formerly of good physical build and full of energy. He had a good number of friends, who visited him frequently at the hospital. Naturally, the sight of him pale and shrunken made his friends sad.

One day, to everyone’s surprise, the young man would not see visitors anymore. Seeing his friends made him envy their health and vitality, his doctor explained. Their visits made him feel depressed all the more.

For days and days, apathy and hopelessness crushed the man. He didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone or the whole world itself. All he did was wallow in his own misery.

Things only began to change when his day nurse told him about a lady patient in the next room, who was suffering emotionally. The nurse asked if the young man could write a short kind note for the lady, to lift her spirits. He didn’t seem to care.

The nurse persisted and, through her subtle maneuvering, the young man eventually gave in. He wrote the lady patient a note, and then another, and another. His innate humanity was awakened as he pictured in his mind a lonely lady in need of someone to reach out to her.

The young man felt real pleasure in writing those letters to his imaginary friend. He was still too frail to visit her in her room but, he wrote to her, when they would be both well, perhaps they could meet and take walks in the park together. Life began to bubble up again for the young man, and his health began to improve.

When the day came for him to be discharged from the hospital, the young man asked the nurse which room his lady friend was in. He wanted to see her before he left. The nurse could not give a room number – there was no such lady patient.

It was all a trick the nurse thought of as a way to pull the young man out of his gloom and his physical illness. She did it in order to bring him a gleam of hope, a sense of purpose to his dreary days. And, indeed, he had found a purpose – an opportunity to give to a fellow patient, a fellow sufferer.

There is great joy and satisfaction to be found in having a purpose and fulfilling it, especially in giving what someone most needs. That someone may not be someone else; the very first person to benefit from one’s compassionate and heroic deed is often his own self. For it is true that in sharing someone’s troubles one tends to forget his own.