Disabled Love

            Disabled love

The Creightons were very proud of their son, Frank.
When he went to college, naturally they missed him;
but he wrote and they looked forward to his letters
and saw him on weekends. Then Frank was drafted
into the army.


After he had been in the army about five months,
he received his call to go to Vietnam. Of course, the
parents’ anxiety was greater than ever before. And
ever week they heard from him and were thankful for
his well-being. Then one week went by without a
letter ,two weeks and finally three. At the end of the
third week a telegram came, saying, “We regret to
inform you that your son has been missing for three
weeks and is presumed to have been killed in action
while fighting for his country.”


The parents were grieved. They tried to accept the
situation and go on living, but it was tragically
lonesome. About three weeks later, however, the
phone rang. A voice on the other end said, “Mother,
it’s Frank. they found me, and I’m going to be all right.
I’m in the United States and I’m coming home soon.”
Mrs. Creighton was overjoyed, with tears running
down her cheeks she sobbed, “Oh, that’s wonderful!
That’s just wonderful, Frank.”
There was silence for a moment, and then Frank
said, “Mother I want to ask you something that is
important to me. While I’ve been here, I’ve met a lot
of wonderful people and I’ve really become close
friends with some. There is one fellow I would like to
bring home with me to meet you and Dad. And I
would like to know if it would be all right if he could
stay and live with us, because he has no place to go.”
His mother assured him it would be all right.
Then Frank said, “You see, he wasn’t’ as lucky as
some; he was hit by a blast and his face is all
disfigured. He lost his leg, and his right hand is missing.
So you see, he feels uneasy about how others will
accept him.” Frank’s mother stopped to think a minute.
She began to wonder what people in town would think
of someone like that. She said, “Sure Frank, you bring
him home for a visit, that is. We would love to meet him
and have him stay for a while; but about him staying
with us permanently, well, we’ll have to think about
that.” There was silence for a minute, and then Frank
said, “Okay, Mother,” and hung up.

A week went by without any word from Frank, and
then a telegram arrived, “We regret to inform you that
your son has taken his life. We would like you to come
and identify the body.” The horror stricken parents
could only ask themselves, “Why had he done this?”
When they walked into the room to identify the body
of their son, they found a young man with a disfigured
face, one leg missing, and his right hand gone.
                                             - Author Unknown

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