MORNING BOOST BONANZA TIME for Fridays Boost, as we bring you not one but TWO stories as we look at the scars we leave on each other. A TEACHER IN NEW YORK A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. THE SCARS OF LOVE (true story) 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 mothers 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 wouldnt let go. You and I can identify with both these stories because as we make our way through life, it is a 100% certainty that we will leave a mark on other people and they in turn will leave their mark on us. We cant control what other people do to us but what we have control over is what we do to others. We can choose to leave painful scars, or we can choose to leave scars that make them stronger - a reminder that someone held on long enough and hard enough because they cared. We have scars. Were always going to have scars, whether theyre physical or emotional. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret But, some wounds, my friend, are because someone has refused to let go. Be that person who holds on for somebody else.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 07:06:17 +0000
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