Valerie (valeriejoy) wrote,
Valerie
valeriejoy

you think you know...

you think you know
the simple smile
the quick hello
fading without notice
you think you know
the efficient hands
the wordless yes
giving everything
you think you know
the easy routine
the little things
easing your busy world
but do you know
the reason why
what drives this
what you think you know...


I got the following foward and it irritated me after I read it.

subject: unconditional

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having 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 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 mind 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 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 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 just come home and forget about this guy. He'll 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 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 one 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 smart as we are. Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!


I'm all for the spirit of the forward. "Accept people as they are" and all of that. But really, what kind of crap is that story? Would you really "test" your parents by pretending that you want to bring a STRANGER into their home and have them take care of that stranger? And I don't care how good a heart you might have, you would not tell your son, "Sure son, bring that fella with one arm and one leg into our home and we'll all take care of him because there's no where else in this world he can go." COME ON.

And wow, the writer of this little morality piece must think the freakin' world is full of vain people. "We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are." Right, because everyone in the world believes that they themselves are healthy, beautiful, or smart. PLEASE.

The person who sent this to me is a Jensen fan and might actually think they're writing to Jensen. Who knows! People are freaks. I told the person not to send me any more forwards.

Am I evil? Am I missing something from that forward? Or am I just bored and wanting to yap about something? LOL!

oh zito
ohhhh zito...

I'm not quite sure when I'll get over Zito leaving. Maybe when the season comes...
Tags: babble, forwards, poetry
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