The Best of Times

    While I was half watching TV the other night,  some new show was on, where the main character was a doctor in some kind of neurological hospital. This young idealistic doctor asked one of his patients, a teenage girl with a serious brain condition, what would be her best wish.  Her answer was that she would want to attend a Phillip Phillips concert.  (I decided then to watch the rest of the show, knowing he would likely make a guest appearance. And he did.)  The young patient, mature beyond her years, then asked the doctor the same question.     The doctor, the thoughtful and dedicated type, answered by saying  that when he was a boy, he lived with his mother.  He would walk around the streets of his neighborhood at night and through the windows he would see people in their houses watching television together.  It moved him because his mother would never watch TV with him. He didn't say why.  His wish would be to have a family to sit and watch television with.  That would be his wish come true.
    The show, sentimental as it was, still struck a chord with me. It reminded me of the question the occupational therapist posed to  his patient. He asked what would be your idea of a good day, and the patient's answer was  having lunch with his daughter and grandsons and visiting with his brother.
    I believe wishing and hoping and yearning are all part of the grand scheme of things, but I don't think most of us know when our wishes are realized.  Until later.