Judy Hamilton
23rd January 2008, 07:07 AM (07:07)
A nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little ones chests,
would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own
hearts. Their eyes would always light up with awe, but she never got a
response equal to four-year old David's comment.
Gently she tucked the stethoscope into his ears and placed the disk over his
heart. 'Listen', she said, 'What do you suppose that is?' He drew his
eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up as if lost in the mystery
of the strange tap - tap - tapping deep in his chest. Then his face broke
out in a wondrous grin and he asked, 'Is that Jesus knocking?'
would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own
hearts. Their eyes would always light up with awe, but she never got a
response equal to four-year old David's comment.
Gently she tucked the stethoscope into his ears and placed the disk over his
heart. 'Listen', she said, 'What do you suppose that is?' He drew his
eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up as if lost in the mystery
of the strange tap - tap - tapping deep in his chest. Then his face broke
out in a wondrous grin and he asked, 'Is that Jesus knocking?'