Miss Miller, a country schoolteacher, lay at the point of death in a
little village hospital. The doctor and two nurses were working frantically
over her to fan the spark of life into a flame. Presently a gentle knock was
heard at the door, where hung the sign, "No Visitors Allowed," One of
the nurses left her post of duty to respond to the knock. Upon opening the
door, she saw a lad of six, one of Miss Miller's kindergarten pupils, holding
a disheveled bouquet of flowers he had gathered from the prairie that
early spring morning. The nurse gently told the lad that no visitors were
allowed. His response was, "I don't want to talk to her; I just want to love
her."

The door was just being closed, when the doctor, who heard these last
words, said: "Nurse, we have done all we can. Science is helpless. I believe in love. Let the lad in."

The nurse quickly opened the door and called the sobbing boy back. She
took him into the room and placed him in a chair, drawing him up close to
the bedside of Miss Miller. The lad's hand, with the bouquet of wild
flowers, was softly put into the open palm of the teacher's limp hand. This
caused Miss Miller to move slightly, and it was then that the boy said: "Miss
Miller, I don't want to talk to you; I just want to love you." Those  were
the last words the doctor and the nurses heard until sixty minutes had
passed. When they did open the door, they found the country
schoolteacher and her kindergarten lad exchanging words of affection.

 This touch of  love had brought life with it.

By Caris Lauda

Source: Our Times, Copyright (c) October 1949, Pacific Press,
http://www.signstimes.com

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