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Judge me by the footprints I leave behind. | ||||||
A story is told about a soilder who was finally coming home after fought in Vietnam. He called is parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I have a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me." "Sure," they replied, "we would love to meet him." "There is something you should know," the son continued. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine an lost and arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, 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 your asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He will 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 recieved a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died from falling from a building. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and 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. Now wouldn't you feel bad if you were those parents? Just goes to show how people jugdge others. |
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