This how the world is..
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A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home afterhaving 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 friendI'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 hurtpretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm anda 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 tolive.""No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.""Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someonewith such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our ownlives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with ourlives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'llfind a way to live on his own."At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothingmore from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from theSan Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building,they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-strickenparents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue toidentify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horrorthey also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only onearm and one leg.The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to lovethose who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't likepeople who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would ratherstay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as weare. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someonewho loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into theforever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
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A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home afterhaving 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 friendI'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 hurtpretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm anda 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 tolive.""No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.""Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someonewith such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our ownlives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with ourlives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'llfind a way to live on his own."At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothingmore from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from theSan Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building,they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-strickenparents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue toidentify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horrorthey also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only onearm and one leg.The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to lovethose who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't likepeople who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would ratherstay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as weare. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someonewho loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into theforever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
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