90 Minutes in Heaven Page #5

and it releases medication.

All right?

And just call me if you need

me. All right, Mrs. Piper?

- Thank you.

- All right. You're welcome.

Mr. Piper and Mrs. Piper,

how you doing today?

We're fine, thank you.

Good.

And how about him?

Hey, Mr. Piper.

So, have you eaten today?

Hmm?

Did you have therapy today?

Did Dr. Greider come by?

Have you had

a bowel movement today?

Maybe that's why

you're so grumpy.

All right, I'll be back

later to check up on you.

Just let me know if I can

get you anything. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Why don't you talk?

I can't figure out what's

going on inside of you.

What happened to you?

Talk to me.

Don, answer me.

I'm sitting right here. Please.

Why aren't you answering me?

Where do you go?

You're not

even here anymore.

Is there something

you want to tell me?

Where's my husband?

He's not here.

I miss him.

Should I get that for you?

Should I answer that

for you?

Hello?

How's Don?

He doesn't talk, he lies here,

and he doesn't seem to care.

- Hi, Dad.

- Let me call you back. Okay.

What's that?

I know I should have been

grateful to be alive.

My downcast attitude was

taking its toll on everyone.

But I just felt like

something was missing

and I didn't deserve

to be here. Hi, Daddy.

Okay, kids, it's time to get on the

road. We need to not tire out your father.

It's okay, Dad. I'm gonna take them

on the first floor to the McDonald's.

Come on. Come on, baby.

Come on.

Are you okay, Mom?

Yeah.

I never would have dreamed that

cheeseburger and fries would be so good.

I'm in love with french fries.

You're in love

with french fries?

Me too.

Do you think Dad will be home

for my birthday?

I hope so.

I know he wants to.

Grandpa, um,

makes us do our homework

before we go to the lake.

As he should.

But he doesn't help us

like you do.

Don, I came

to say good night.

You don't want to say

good night?

I am tired of this.

You don't seem to care

about anything.

You don't care that

you're back here with us.

You don't care when the children

come and visit you.

You don't want to grow old

with me?

Or see the children

get married?

You don't care.

You can take your pain away

with that button,

but you are causing it

to everyone else.

Welcome to McDonald's.

Can I take your order?

Sorry. That's

not on the menu.

Lord.

Oh, God...

Does it really

have to be like this?

The pain...

of the injuries,

I can handle that.

Even seeing the pity

and the helplessness in the

eyes of the people who love me

and care for me...

I can get through that.

But if this is as good

as it's ever gonna get,

I don't wanna be a burden.

I was just trying

to get back to Alvin,

and you took me to heaven.

Why can't you take me back?

Now.

I wanna go back to heaven,

my home.

My home is heaven now.

Oh, Jesus, let me

come back home, please.

Please let me come back home.

Well, South Park hired me

to be your interim

while you're, uh,

incapacitated,

so I guess you can say

I'm out of retirement.

Uh, can I get you a magazine?

Would-Would you like a...

a milk shake?

How about a hamburger? You

lost quite a bit of weight, son.

Would you like for me to

read to you

from the Bible?

Or any other book,

for that matter?

Really, no.

Thanks for coming.

You know, you really need

to get your act together.

Sir? You need to get your act together.

You're not doing

a very good job right now.

Uh, I'm not sure

I understand.

Besides that,

you're a raging hypocrite.

I don't know what

you're talking...

You got all these people

out there

who care so much for you, and you

have no idea how much they love you.

I know they love me.

Oh, really?

Yeah. Well, you're

doing a pretty poor job

of letting them know

you're aware of that fact.

I don't think you're treating

them right.

Now, they can't heal you, but

they would heal you if they could.

And if they could trade places with

you, many of them would do that.

- Yeah...

- And do anything for you without any waver.

I don't want them

to do anything.

Truth is, I don't even

want them to be here.

I'd just as soon

they not come.

I- I-I know it's inconvenient.

They must have better

things to do. I know that.

Why would I want anyone

to come see me like this?

Huh?

It's awful.

It's not your call.

It's not about you.

You spent the better part of your life

trying to minister to other people.

Trying to be there

for their needs.

And to be there for them

through difficulty and tragedy.

I- I've tried to.

And yet you have deprived them

of doing the same thing for you.

And that's all they have

to offer you, Don.

And you're taking that gift

away from them.

I appreciate them.

I do.

I-I know they want to help,

and I think that's very fine and all,

but...

But nothing!

Now, I want you to let

them in, you hear me?

You're going to let them in

and let 'em help you.

I can't.

Well, if you don't feel

like you can for yourself,

what about

doing it for me?

What about next time somebody walks through

that door and wants to do something for you...

I don't care what it is...

say yes.

Let a few folks express their

love by doing something for you.

I mean, promise me

that you'll do that.

Just...

Look, just try it for me.

You're gonna need

to get better at this.

Now, this is one of the lessons

that God wants you to learn.

All right, I promise.

People are God's hands

to meet your needs

and answer your prayers.

We'll just keep looking

till it feels right.

What kind of house

are we looking for?

Well, probably something

one-story.

Manageable to get around in

for Dad.

Is Dad gonna be in a wheelchair? Yeah.

For a little while.

As the medical bills

were mounting,

Eva looked for a house

that we could afford,

that would accommodate my needs once

I was discharged from St. Luke's.

Hey, hey, hey.

There he is.

Got something for you.

Look, let me do it.

Looks like you need my help.

How are you today?

Not speaking to me again?

Hmm. Okay.

It's a letter.

It says, "Hi, there. We share wrenches.

Fortunately for both of us, our

fixators are interchangeable.

And we can borrow tools from

one another. " That's so cute.

Look it there.

It's a happy face.

Who is this?

Oh, this is from Christy.

Christy is a teenage girl

that lives in the next room.

She was born with one leg

shorter than the other.

So she had to have surgery to attach

the Ilizarov frame, like yours,

so that both legs

would be of normal size.

She has a fixator too?

She goes on.

"And we share

something else too. Pain. "

She says, "I hear you scream at night

sometimes as you probably hear me too.

Although our nurse says

that you don't admit to it. "

Don't-Don't-Don't shoot me now.

I'm just the messenger, Mr. Piper.

And she goes on and says, "You're

not alone. Sincerely, Christy. "

That is so sweet.

Can you get me a pen

and paper, please?

I can if you acknowledge me.

There you go.

I like that.

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