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Friday, October 31, 2003
from an email:
> > This is a story about a soldier who returned home from Vietnam War. > > > > He phoned his parents once he arrived in San Francisco. > > > > Mom, Dad. I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend > > > > I'd like to bring home with me." > > > > Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." > > > > "There's something you should know", the son continued, > > > > "He was hurt pretty bad in the war. > > > > He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has no where to > > go, and I want him to come and live with us." > > > > "I'm sorry to hear that, son. > > > > Maybe we can find somewhere for him." > > > > "No! Mom, Dad, I want him to live with us.""Son," said the father, "you > > don't know what you're asking. > > > > Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. > > > > We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this > > > > interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget > > > > about this guy.He'll find a way to live on his own." > > > > At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing > > > > more from him. > > > > A few days later, they received a call from the San Francisco police. > > > > Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. > > > > The police believed it was suicide. > > > > The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the > > > > city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, > > > > but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, > > their son had only one arm and one leg. > > > > The parents in this story, like many of us, find it easy to love those > > who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who > > inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay > > away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. > > Thankfully, there is someone won't treat us in that way. > > > > Someone who loves us with an unconditional love. There's a miracle > > called Friendship.
oh, did I mention, I went Wuf's house yesterday, played tabletennis, and learnt CYCLING! Yes, how amazing. But well, I know how to cycle NOW. (it's my parents' fault, not letting me try cycling earlier.) I know how to rollerblade though, so does everyone else, haha. |
