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A Story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. ."Mom and 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 badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm sorry to hear that son. Maybe we can help find him somewhere to live." ." No, Mom and 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 come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."
At this point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, 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 leg. The parents in this story are like many of us.
We 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 as smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way.
It isn't the size of
your house as such
That matters so much at all.
It's the gentle hand and its loving touch,
That make it great or small.
The friends who come and the hour they
Who out of your house depart,
Will judge it not by the style you show,
But rather by the size of your heart.
It isn't the size of your head so much,
It isn't the wealth you found.
That will make you happy
- it's how you touch
The lives that are all around.
For making money is not hard --
To live life well is an art:
How people love you, how they regard,
Is all in the size of your heart.
~Author Unknown~
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MY NOTE
For many years I was alone, when I did meet people, they could not stand by me while I lived a post traumatic distress disorder.
I was a burden, they had lives to lead and families and I was an injured person in a spiritual wheelchair, where my head could not function as I wished, so they tossed me to the wind.
I had to relearn everything alone regardless how much I already knew..the body could not follow the spiritual person I once was. This made many turn their backs on me as my needs burdened them-and yes they were many obstacles I had to overcome and grow through it all alone.
God gave me new friends, of the world ways, in different religions who taught me love and respect, gave me back human worth!
May God bless all regardless of how I was treated, because you answer to God and not to me, I pray for all to know Him who is truly the one and only God, Creator and love of my life today and forever!
Someone who loves us with unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all to be more understanding of those who are different from us!
I did not commit suicide but for most years from 1991 until 2010 it was my main thought - to die! I could say more but God allowed me to live to tell my story and this stands out most for me to say to you the lecture: Love means more than words can speak and HE LOVES YOU TOO - He proved His power to love me through all things and nothing is impossible for you to come through.
I know I am like a Mosiac restored to a beauty of pieces being used to create a special light now. I will never be who I was, but I took the good with me to use and recreate my life which makes me happy to be...all God purposes for me now in the today and still bringing in eternal fruits for HIM!(Praises-Alhamdulillah)!
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