BUTLER
Bob Butler lost his legs in a 1965 land mine explosion in Vietnam. He returned home a war hero. Twenty years later, he proved once again that heroism comes from the heart. Butler was working in his garage in a small town in Arizona on a hot summer day when he heard a woman's screams coming from a nearby house. He began rolling his wheelchair toward the house but the dense shrubbery wouldn't allow him access to the back door. So he got out of his chair and started to crawl through the dirt and bushes. I had to get there, he said. It didn't matter how much it hurt. When Butler arrived at the pool there was a three-year-old girl named Stephanie Hanes lying at the bottom. She had been born without arms and had fallen in the water and couldn't swim. Her mother stood over her baby screaming frantically. Butler dove to the bottom of the pool and brought little Stephanie up to the deck. Her face was blue, she had no pulse and was not breathing. Butler immediately went to work performing CPR to revive her while
Stephanie's mother telephoned the fire department. She was told the paramedics were already out on a call.
Helplessly, she sobbed and hugged Butler's shoulder. As Butler continued with his CPR, he calmly reassured her. Don't worry, he said. I was her arm to get out of the pool. It'll be okay. I am now her lung.
Together we can make it. Seconds later the little girl coughed, regained consciousness, and began to cry.
As they hugged and rejoiced together the mother asked Butler how he knew it would be okay. The truth is I didn't know, he told her. But when my legs were blown off in the war, I was all alone in a field. No one
was there to help except a little Vietnamese girl. As she struggled to drag me into her village, she whispered in broken English, It okay. You can live. I be your legs. Together we make it. Her kind words brought
hope to my soul and I wanted to do the same for Stephanie. There are simply those times when we cannot stand alone. There are those times when we need someone to be our legs, our arms, and our friend.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before
With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by
I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"My child, they're all here with me."
I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."
THOUGHTS
TO KEEPFalling in love with the Lord is the greatest romance; searching
Him, the greatest adventure; finding him, the greatest
achievement; and being with Him, the greatest source of happiness.
Five Rules to be happy:
1) Free your heart from hatred,
2) Free your mind from worry,
3) Live simply,
4) Expect less and
5) Give more
The real test of true love is having all the things go wrong but
still having a special way to love despite of all the wrong
things that may happen.
Always take a CHANCE. The end result may not always be what you
hoped for but that's fine... At least, you will never go
through life wondering "What if... and "If only...."
Hold a friend's hand through times of trial, let him/her find
love through a hug and a smile... But also know when it is time to
let go, for each and everyone of us must learn to grow.
Love is not a word to say when we feel guilty nor the right word
to say when we like a person... But LOVE really matters when we
share our thoughts, our minds and our hearts.
A soul mate is someone who brings out the best in you... They are
not perfect but is always perfect for you.
Never whisper words of love if the feeling is not true...Never
share your feeling if you mean to break a heart... Never look
into my eyes if all you have to do is lie... and never say hello
if you really mean goodbye...
Genuine friendship is not measured by time... but it is measured
by acceptance... A friend is one where even though you
reflect the silver, he/she sees the GOLD.
It takes 3 sec. to say "I love you", 3 mins. to explain it, 3 hrs.
to demonstrate it, 3 days to appreciate it, 3 trimester to
produce it... but a LIFETIME to prove it.
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