[tri-wings] Re: Love Scars

Beth, thanks for that.  Kind of makes sense if you know what I mean.....we
all have scars to bear but in time I think it makes us better people. But I
liked that.  Thanks again.
Sharon
England, UK

For Emily (T18) 25th February 1996
Our Little Angel /\i/\
----- Original Message -----
From: "Beth Robichaud" <bethrobichaud@xxxxxxxxxxx>
To: <tri-wings@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Sent: Tuesday, April 24, 2001 3:23 PM
Subject: [tri-wings] Love Scars


>
> Love Scars
>
> Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a
> little boy  decided
> to
> go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his
> house. In   a  hurry to
> dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,
> leaving  behind shoes,
> socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the  water,
> not realizing  that
> as
> he swam toward the middle of the  lake, an alligator
> was swimming  toward
> the shore. His mother in the house was looking out the
> window saw the two
> as
> they got closer and closer together. In utter fear,
> she ran toward the
> water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could.
> Hearing her  voice, the
> little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to
> his mother. It was
> too  late. Just as he reached her, the alligator
> reached him. From the
> dock,
> the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as
> the alligator
> snatched
> his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between
> the two. The
> alligator
> was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was
> much too passionate
> to
> let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard her
> screams,  raced from his
> truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably,
> after weeks and weeks
> in
> the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were
> extremely scarred by
> the vicious attack of the animal, and, on  his arms,
> were deep scratches
> where his motherâ?Ts fingernails dug into his  flesh in
> her effort to hang on
> to the son she loved. The newspaper reporter, who
> interviewed the boy after
> the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The
> boy lifted his  pant
> legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the
> reporter, â?oBut look at
> my
> arms. I have  great scars on my arms, too.  I have
> them because my Mom
> wouldnâ?Tt let go.â?? You and I can identify with that
> little boy. We have
> scars, too. No, not from an alligator, or anything
> quite so dramatic. But
> the scars of a painful past, some of those scars are
> unsightly and have
> caused us deep
> regret.   But, some wounds, my friend.
> have made us a better person..we have  lived and learned the hard
way...and
> that is what molds each and everyone of us... and in the most worst
moments
> in our lives..love has been there, to help us through...and  "that"
greater
> spirit is there to guide us through the turmoil and to a more peaceful
time
> where we learn to "appreciate"  lessons we have learned...and have a
> happier,
> and  stressless world around us...
>
>
> Recieved this and thought that you all would like it
> Beth- Mom to Cody 3 and to my sweet ^i^Cassie 10/5-10/6/00 T18
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