Here you go. It’s the original comment after the post on the thread. The pic is my family. I am the baby in my Mom’s arms on the porch.
I could add a lot, but not today. Other than to say, my wife is in a wheelchair from a car wreck we were in when we were dating. We had just been dating a Month when the wreck happened. We have been together for 28 years this October.
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Brother, I don’t know you from Adam, but I can tell you with authority that you are loved beyond all description.
One day soon the hurt, pain, and anguish of this world will pass and we who are in Him will be together forever!!!!
The human mind cannot contemplate this.
What a beautiful story!!!
Beautiful story.
I was nine when I found my mother sitting in the dark, crying. I asked her what was wrong, she told me she was pregnant again. I was the oldest of 4 children, nine I think, and my brother and I were a constant source of trouble for our parents, rowdy I guess you could say.
Abortion was not easy and I doubt she even knew what it was and she and my dad would never have considered it anyway. My dad worked for his father in the mining business as I later did for him. Both were tightfisted when it came to money. So things were usually a struggle financially in those days. This was before we had indoor plumbing and tv so a mountain woman worked hard to maintain her home. She was depressed because it was another mouth to feed and butt to wipe in an already long, busy and hard day. I will give one example, we had a well and a long galvanized tub, mom would get the water from the well, heat it on the stove, and we kids would take our baths first, youngest first. By the time dad got his turn the water was a little gray looking, but seeing as he was covered in coal dust with the only white parts being his eyes and teeth it made little difference. I can still see mom pouring fresh water over his head and washing his back. Then mom dumped the water and hauled in and heated her own bath, the kitchen became off limits then. Then mom would haul away the water again and clean the tub, this was every day.
I ended up with a baby sister who has a kind and gentle nature and has been a blessing for all our family. In this day the outcome could have been different.
On a lighter note, my young sister used to call milk, moocow, cause we got our milk from a local farmer and she knew about cows. We once had a friend stop by and he picked her up and she promptly said, ‘You stink good.’ It’s the small things that work their way into your heart and stay. I embarrass her to no end with those and other stories to this day.
You are a good man, OneVike.