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23 rd Psalm
The Lord Is My BankerThe Lord is my ProgrammerThe 23rd Pound23rd Psalm A New LookAwards
AwardHumorous
Where God AintThe Golf GameThe Reed SeaWhen Friends ComeThe ComputerRocksCount Your CaloriesMemorial
Janice A Rose From GodThe Wallace FamilyTribute to our KidsThe AftermathOther
ABCs of FriendshipThe Cost of FreedomMean MomsPedalStory of LoveGod is LikeTaste JesusEaster StoryStressTwas The Night Before EasterThe Night Before Jesus CameINTERNET WARNINGThe Cracked PotLetter to the DUKEOur Vacation
Semi AngelVacation 1998Gods ProvisionMay Vacation 1999Prayer
Agreement PrayerBurdensHello LordThe Jelly Bean PrayerTHE LORDS PRAYERHello GodRecipes
Special RecipesSheet CakesSpecial CakesNew SoupsSpecial Recipes 3Special Recipes 2Recipe Delicious Pork LoinReligion
Peters ShadowSowing and ReapingThe Bible and PsychicsSuppose It Is True After AllLetter from ExPsychicThe Bowl In The CupboardThe Word is TriedThe DASHFeeling UnworthyNo Jacket RequiredDo You Love MeWalking By FaithGods Plan of SalvationYour ChoiceSpecial
List of Favorite PlacesEagle in a StormANGEL PENNIES|
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A Story of Love (This is a very sad story.) "Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak." He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart. The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? " I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured" the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, "You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret" said the father. The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" He urged his father. "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him." "I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet." The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come...one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal...that the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?" __________________ Phillip Jerome Cleveland |
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