Contributed by Katie Barnes
Made His Heart Skip
There is one couple I shall always remember from my days as a hospital admitting clerk. The husband, a heart-attack victim, was immediately whisked away by the staff. Hours passed, though, before his wife was allowed to see him. She was dismayed to find him hooked up to elaborate machines that blipped, hissed and beeped.
She tiptoed toward his bed and, bending over him, whispered, "George, I'm here." Then she kissed him. Suddenly there was a blippety-blip-blip from the equipment. "He was okay," she later explained. "But after forty-seven years of marriage it's nice to know that I can still make his heart skip when I kiss him."