Unconditional Love story
Its just a short story i wanna share with u guys... =):
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 mind 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 him find 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 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, 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 one 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 smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. These people are our true friends and families.
As I read the above story, I suddenly felt a tinge of guilt within me. It touches my heart so much. How often have we complaint how unhappy, how unlucky, how dreadful life is. Have I ever consider the beauty of life? Have I found happiness from people who love and accept me for who I am? Have i learnt to accept people who are different from me?
To my dearie frens out dere, each day when we feel depressed, when we feel lousy, when we feel dat life loses its meaning out dere, think of all the people who loves us unconditionally, and think of how lucky we are to be able to wake up each day seeing the people we love to meet and experiencing life challenges with those who could accept us for who we are. I guess not all of us are lucky enough to be born with good health and blessed with friends and families who love and care.
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 mind 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 him find 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 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, 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 one 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 smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. These people are our true friends and families.
As I read the above story, I suddenly felt a tinge of guilt within me. It touches my heart so much. How often have we complaint how unhappy, how unlucky, how dreadful life is. Have I ever consider the beauty of life? Have I found happiness from people who love and accept me for who I am? Have i learnt to accept people who are different from me?
To my dearie frens out dere, each day when we feel depressed, when we feel lousy, when we feel dat life loses its meaning out dere, think of all the people who loves us unconditionally, and think of how lucky we are to be able to wake up each day seeing the people we love to meet and experiencing life challenges with those who could accept us for who we are. I guess not all of us are lucky enough to be born with good health and blessed with friends and families who love and care.
Treasure every moment in life dearies! See the beauty even in times of darkness, and understand that somewhere out dere, theres light, theres hope and there's LOVE.
Sorry for the long post.... =) hope i din bore u guys........cheer up to all ya! and stay positive!
-wyn-
Good words.
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Anonymous |
11/12/2008 2:57 PM