Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. You can interpret the story in any way you like.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.