i own a unicycle.

zerenitea:

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.


She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

oldandnewfirm:

#can we please talk about how Sandy fully intended to punch a child in the head

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agentbartowski:

At my apartment, we take leftover pizza very seriously.

#i feel like this is what leftovers in the avengers’ shared fridge look like

Nobody can figure out who’s stealing all the leftovers.

They have a system, okay, and Bruce spent a lot of time on the color-coded sorting method, and you don’t take other people’s food, but someone is doing it.

So, instead of mentioning to the others, as a rational team would do, they take matters into their own hands.

Tony wants to make a complicated booby trap, but realizes just how badly Pepper will yell at him, so he just puts a complicated technological lock on the gold-tinted tupperware designated as his.

Steve leaves a strongly worded note on the blue-tinted tupperware, with very detailed and specific threats. Pepper sees the note when getting milk for her coffee, and immediately decides to pretend she didn’t so she’s not liable if the threats are carried out.

Natasha’s leftovers just vanish from the fridge, and nobody can figure out where she hid them.

Clint mostly just sits in front of the fridge, glaring at anyone who dares to come near it.

Bruce just leaves a sticky note: “Taking my food will make me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

Thor balances Mjolnir on top of his food.

Loki rigs his to explode if anyone besides him touches it.

Come the next morning, it’s all gone. Every last scrap. Natasha’s is gone from wherever she hid it as well, if her stormy expression is anything to go by.

Breakfast is awkward, to say the least. 

“Okay, look,” Steve finally says. “Just whoever ate the food, fess up and we can move on.”

Nobody says anything.

*   *   *   

“I put a camera up last night,” Tony says, dressing gown flowing behind him like a cape as he storms dramatically into the kitchen a few mornings later. “Now, we’ll finally know.”

They crowd around the kitchen counter, staring intently at the monitor. 

“Nothing, nothing,” Tony mutters, fast forwarding the tape. “Nothing, more nothing—hang on—”

“Is that Coulson?” Natasha asks, incredulous. 

“Goddamn, it is,” Steve says, shocked. “I think he’s sleepwalking.”

They sit there in silence for a few minutes, watching Phil blatanly disregard their signs and disable their traps. 

Finally, Bruce breaks the silence. “Was I the only one that didn’t know Phil lived here?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

“Nay.”

“I had no idea.”

“Not a clue.”

“I was not aware.”

“Pepper!” Tony shouts. “Did you know Coulson lived here?”

“He moved in three weeks ago,” Pepper says as she enters the kitchen. “For superheroes, you’re all fairly unobservant.”

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i feel as if though i can cross this off my metaphorical bucket list

… How did Phil remove Mjolnir from on top of the food?

Phil is worthy to have the power of Thor, obviously.

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Being an internet know-it-all may cause long term emotional damage in puppies. Please, think of the puppies.