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6 марта´07 16:06 Просмотров: 211 Комментариев: 0
....Много лет назад я была миролюбивым человечком, всем помогала (даже тем кто плевал в душу), тысячу раз кидал в трудную минуту, но я находила в себе силы и здравый смысл их прощать.Спросите изменилось ли сейчас что-нибудь? В чем-то конечно стала более серъезней, но помогать не перестала...Так же ощутила на себе суть высказывания, что друг познается в беде...Казалось знаешь человека вроде всю жизнь....но не будем о грустном.
Что касается жизни, то загрузила себя по полной программе. Учусь в двух университетах, работаю, репетирую деток по английскому. В общем все умеренно.
У меня есть смысл в жизни. Это моя маленькая дочечка. Точнее она мне, как дочь, но это не меняет дела. Моему солнышку уже в апреле два годика будет.

A Story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in World War II. 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. Someone who loves us with unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
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