 A story...........
ARTICLE - Scars of Love
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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 mother in the house was looking out the window saw the two as
they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran
toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could.
Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-
turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached
her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed
her 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 mother, but the mother was
much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by,
heard her 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
mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on
to the son she 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 Mom wouldn't let go."
-- Author Unknown | 
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