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, right. Well no, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.
Mortals, y'all.
The father showed his pure love by not giving up, by not letting go of his lil son's arms. And I'm sure it broke his heart having to pull so hard, trying to free the poor id from the alligator, but he did the best he could do.
So I'm thinking, what are the things that we would do to our loved ones? By all means.
Hmm..
3 comments:
Dear Suria,
We sacrifice our own happiness and everything life could give just to give the best for our loves ones. At this age, after life trembling ups and down, alhamdulillah I'm still holding strong. Only the best to our loves one. It doesn't if our needs left incomplete.
Dear lovely Azah,
Sometimes it bugs me thinking just how in the world someone can mean so much to another. And things someone would do..
Random musing for awhile there..he he
You mean so much to your parents as they mean so much to you. The world comes around as it was...It's only the matter how we show it. Our sacrificing.
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