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Friday, May 02, 2008
无奈者 posted at 3:02 PM

A good story which makes me touched no matter how many times I read it..

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.
This year, nearly one hundred thousand women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how these mothers of handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong,Berth: son. Forest, Majorie: daughter"
"Rudledge, Carrie: twins..give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a blind child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a child with a handicap to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But has she patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of sealf-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it."
"But, God, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."
The angel gasps. "Selfsihness? Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child ocassionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realise it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind , she will see it as few people ever see m creations.
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see-ignorance, cruelty, prejudice- and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of everyday of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
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