Tonight I was sitting on my balcony just enjoying the evening air. My eyes looked over the trees ,and out to across the street. I live across the street from a cancer patient facility. As I looked, my eyes could not help staring at a room that had windows wide open. In the room was a patient in a bed , with no hair. So I could not tell if the patient was a man or a woman. But as I watched this patient, they kepted picking up what looked to me like a white piece of paper. A letter, or maybe a photo. Then they would set it down on the bed side table. Then only a few seconds later they would pick it up again and set it down again. I know that the patients that are in this cancer facility are very ill and close to death. My heart was very sad for this person that I don't know. I just could not help wonder about their life. I'm not a snoopy , peeping Tom who normally looks through other peoples windows. My eyes could not help but be glued to this scene. I sat on my balcony for about 1/2 an hour and just watched. I wondered, if this person was in pain. Why was a nurse not coming to help? In a few moments a nurse did come in and I saw that cool cloths were brought, and put on the patients head. It has been very hot here, so I 'm sure that they felt the heat too. As I continued to watch, I notice the patient flex their arms in the air. First the right one then the left one. Then they would reach for the white peace of paper, turn it over in their hand then set it down. I just started to pray for this person. Sometimes I am so guilty of comlpaining about what I'm going through because there are others in far worse shape. But someone else told me that it does not take away from what I go through. My own pain is my own pain and it's all I know. But it made me stop and reflect. We all have our own crosses to bear.