martes, marzo 6

Email forwards....a necessary evil?

so i found this forward the other day that someone had sent me; (i consider them an acquaintance not a friend.....after all friends don't send friends lame emails) and yet i kinda liked it b/c of the stark and yet grotesque nature of it; and it lacked the 'if you have a special friend, forward this to them and don't break the love chain' sentiment to it. (it's translated below)

cheesy?

Cicatrices del alma 
 En un día caluroso de verano en el sur de Florida, un niño
decidió ir a nadar en la laguna detrás de su casa. Salió
corriendo por la puerta trasera se tiró en el agua y nadaba
feliz. Su mamá desde la casa lo miraba por la ventana, y vio
con horror lo que sucedía. Enseguida corrió hacia su hijo
gritándole lo más fuerte que podía.
 Oyéndole el niño se alarmó y miró nadando hacia su mamá. 
Pero fue demasiado tarde. Desde el muelle la mamá agarró
al niño por sus brazos. Justo cuando el caimán le agarraba
sus piernitas. La mujer jalaba determinada, con toda la
fuerza de su corazón. El cocodrilo era más fuerte, pero
la mamá era mucho más apasionada y su amor no la
abandonaba.  Un señor que escuchó los gritos se
apresuró hacia el lugar con una
pistola y mató al cocodrilo. El niño sobrevivió y,
aunque sus piernas sufrieron bastante, aún pudo
llegar a caminar. Cuando salió del trauma, un
periodista le preguntó al niño si le quería enseñar
las cicatrices de sus piernas. El niño levanta la colcha
y se las mostró.
Pero entonces, con gran orgullo se remango las
mangas y dijo: "Pero las que usted debe de ver
son estas". Eran las marcas de las uñas de su mamá
que habían presionado con fuerza.
"Las tengo porque mamá no me soltó y me salvó
la vida".
Moraleja: Nosotros también tenemos cicatrices de
un pasado doloroso.
Algunas son causadas por nuestros pecados, pero
algunas son la huella de Dios que nos ha sostenido
con fuerza para que no caigamos en las garras del
mal.
Dios te bendiga siempre, y recuerda que si te ha dolido
alguna vez
el alma, es porque Dios, te ha agarrado demasiado fuerte
para que no caigas.

Scars of the soul

 One hot day in south florida, a young boy decided to go
swimming
in the lake behind his house.
He went running for the back door and dove into the water
andswam about happily. His mom from the
house watched him through the window and saw with horror
whathappened. She immediately ran
toward her son yelling as loud as she could.
Hearing her, the boy became alarmed and began swimming
towards his mom. But it was too late. From
the dock, the mother grabbed the boy by his arms and just
when
the alligator latched on to his legs. The
woman pulled determinedly, with all the strength of her
heart.
The crocodile was stronger, but the mother
was more passionate and her love would not abandon him.
 A man that heard the cries for help hurried over with a
pistol
and killed the crocodile. The child survived
and despite suffering damage to his legs, he could still
manage
to walk. After all the trauma ended, a reporter
asked the boy if he wanted to show him the scars on his
legs.
The boy lifted up his quilt and showed them to
him. But then with great pride he rolled up his sleeves
and said:
“But the ones that you have to see are these.”
They were the marks that the fingernails of his mother had
left
from grabbing him with such pressure. “I
have them b/c my mom didn’t let me go and she saved my life.”
 Moral: We all have scars of a painful past.  Some are caused
by sins, but others are the footprint of God that
he has sustained us with strength so that we don’t fall into
the claws of evil. God bless you and remember
that if your soul has been wounded before it’s b/c God has
grabbed hold of you so strongly so that you will
not fall.
 
 

1 comentario:

Lynnewithane dijo...

yup, cheesy. But as my friend Sarah put it recently, sometimes the cheesiest things are the truest- and that's why they are cheesy. Or something like that.