Death bed

Tom's life was wonderful, God had an effect on his language, the person he was talking to, he handed over his account to his company, Tom Rose added a couple of million dollars to the company's capital. "The company was happy with it and he was very happy with the company." Tom's lunch was at five-star French, Italian and Moroccan restaurants. The company paid for the lunch. The company also borne other expenses. The company also provided a three-bedroom flat in Manhattan. He also used the company's jets and helicopters. The company also provided first-class air tickets. The salary was in six figures and was for Tom's entire family. Medical insurance was also the responsibility of the company. His personal engagements would start at 6 pm. He would go to the club. He would make new friends there. These new friends would become his clients in the days to come. That dinner was also a five star hotel. I used to do it with a five star businessman. After ten o'clock he would go to a high class pub or dance hall. He would stay there for two hours. When he came back at twelve o'clock. His wife and three children were asleep. He also lay down half-dead. The next morning, at eight o'clock, the work started again. This process continued till Friday. On Friday evening, he took the company's jet to New York. Sometimes out of Chicago, sometimes out of Orlando, sometimes out of Miami, sometimes out of San Francisco and out of Honolulu. He used to travel to Europe, the Middle East or the Far East once a month. Martha and his wife used to accompany him on visits to Europe and the Far East. These were his routines. Allah blessed him in his youth. Had money, had friends, had energy, had family and half a dozen credit cards. Tom's life was wonderful, but then he saw it. When Tom woke up one morning, his head was heavy. He attributed this heaviness to the night's drinking. He shook his head, thinking it was a "hangover," but over time, that heaviness became a pain. He went to the doctor. The doctor gave him painkillers and sent him home but the pain did not subside. He spent the night in anxiety and discomfort. He went to the doctor again the next morning. The doctor asked him to check his blood. "He went to the laboratory," he suggested. "Blood reports came in. The doctor took two more blood samples and sent them to two different laboratories. The reports came a week later. The reports from the three laboratories were the same." Ask and send his reports to the three major specialists of the country. All three had the same answer. There is no cure for the patient except miracles. Then the doctor called him, seated him on a chair, gave him a glass of water in his hand and nodded. He said, "Tom, you only have three months." Tom's parrots flew away. He asked nervously, "What do you mean?" The doctor said, "You are in the last stage of blood cancer. There is no cure for this stage except a miracle." "You have two options now. You can spend these three months visiting different doctors and different hospitals, or you can make these three months the best day and night of your life." The choice was yours. Shook Tom's foundations. He got up and quietly walked out. He had disappeared mentally. He was seeing with his eyes but he could not see. He was listening with his ears but he heard something. He was not giving and he was walking but his steps were not rising. He had become one of the most unsuccessful people in the list of successful people in ten minutes. He kept walking. He kept walking till morning. The next day's sun. When he opened his eyes, Tom's eyes opened. He walked out of New York in a daze. He took a deep breath, opened his tie, took out medical reports from his overcoat pocket, tore them up, threw them in the dustbin and decided to make three months of death bed an ideal. This moment of decision changed Tom's life. Tom Rose looked at the sky, he went to the shores of hundreds of lakes in his life, he saw thousands of flowers in his life and he heard the sounds of more or less the same birds, but this one moment of decision made all these sounds 'flowers'. The color of the lakes and the skies changed, the sky, the lake, the flowers and the sounds, everything in the universe became special, the flavors recorded in his throat for forty years came alive, he tasted every swallow from mother's milk to last night's wine. He had been watching the smoke from the chimneys of the houses and the chimneys for forty years, but the smoke has three colors. He knew this for the first time in his life. He was breathing every day. His lungs. Shrinking and expanding daily, but she felt the taste of air, the fragrance of air for the first time. When Shabnam is trampled underfoot, she protests in a special voice. He felt for the first time that when water birds leave the lake, they greet the lake with drops. He also felt this greeting of separation for the first time. He used to travel in Vazin. He boarded the bus and train after a long time. He felt the knock of the train for the first time. He had been drinking coffee since childhood but for the first time he felt the taste of coffee. It was the first time he felt it, the rhythm of the footsteps of walking, the music, it was the first time he felt it, and mobile phones, news channels, expensive cars and relationships are the most vain things in the world. He also found out for the first time. He reached home. He saw the faces of the children. He looked at his dog Jerry carefully and when he looked at his wife, he knew that the real happiness was this. He looked at his bank accounts. Reading the bill on the card and looking at the data of the items bought in installments, it was found that till today he was earning money for banks, property dealers and electronics companies. For the first time in his life, he smelled open flowers on his lawn and pebbles on the table. For the first time, she felt that her wardrobe clothes and shoes were extra and she felt that the groceries of the house were wasted. Tom's next step in life was apparently another step towards death, but in practice it was the first day of his life. He resigned from his job on this first day of his life. He broke his credit card and threw it in the basket. He took out the money, sold the property for half and paid half the installments, rented out the property, dismissed the children from school and went on long holidays with his family. He apologized for his behavior and sincerely forgave all those who showed him his heart. He also bought the hundred books he wanted to read in his life. Tom told everyone he met that day. He started to meet her with a smile. "Sorry and thank you had become his motto. He started giving less time to people and more time to family and friends. He started having dinner at 7.30 pm. He went to bed at nine o'clock." He would get up at four-thirty and walk for three hours in the morning in the woods, lakes and parks. He turned off his cell phone. He started watching movies and listening to music. So there is the life of the death bed. We humans start living when we know the day of our death. We know the time when we know what we think of as life. They are actually dead, lifeless days. And what we call death is the beginning of real life. Tom spent the best day of his life in Death Bed, the real day of real life, but when will we start this real life? The day the doctor tells us, "You only have one month left."