Tuesday, May 02, 2006

and so we say.

Wow, was so inspired by this entry on lixing(my fav drummer)'s blog that i decided to put it here to share it with all of ya.

Thursday, January 19, 2006
HOW TO LOVE?
I was reading on the net and i came across this story that i want to share with all of you. I won't say much, just read it and you know what i mean...
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.
Isn't it comfortable to live in my own little world? Isn't it good to not care about a single thing other than myself? What liberty! Isn't it easier to be selfish than selfless? Anyway, who in the world said that we need to be selfless? Why care about people??? We're just mere players in the game of life. We're just playmates. So why care? why love people????
Tell me! Argh no! The liberty is the liberty that comes when people get saved. We junks were once handicapped but God saved us and accepted us. Us, the not so goodlooking, the not so pleasant and the not so lovable. I emphasize us, the rejected and dirty. Without a speck on the outside but ruins on the inside. And look around, Flocks of handicap people. 'Liberty' they can't define. Sorrow they can't differ. Ain't it a torture to live handicapped? You have life but yet you don't have it... And i tell you, we ain't just gonna look. The perfect life is that i can make a difference. And i don't have forever to make that difference. It's a fast paced and never ending race. It's like sprinting 1km. Be fast and last. If the devil gets there first, these handicapped people die. If we get there first, they live and live more abundantly. If the devil loses out on one, there he goes for another. If we choose to slow down, there they die eternal. Heaven or hell? Your friend's destiny lies in your hands for now. Sometimes, an approval like that which did not exist in the story can save a life. Just a little bit more. That one bit makes a difference.

whoa.. i can make the difference! cool... =)

kar~ ♥ smiled (: