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Saturday, April 19, 2014

SCARS OF LIFE: STORY FORWARDED BY SR.ELSIE BABY

.(A great story with a valuable moral for our life.Our eminent writer Sr. Elsie Baby always finds the best story for all the readers.Thanks(New World)

SCARS OF LIFE
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 father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together.
In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly
as he could.Hearing his voice, the little boy became

alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father..
It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the

alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed
his 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 father, but the father was much too
passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort
to hang on to the son he 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, “But look at my arms..
I have great scars on my arms, too.
I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go.” You and I can identify
with that little boy. We have scars, too.
No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars
are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.

But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused
to let go.

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