From: "gsmith" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Subject: Fw: Scars For Life Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:32:08 +0000 Content-Type: Multipart/mixed; boundary="NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_17955_1206381125_2" --NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_17955_1206381125_2 Content-Type: message/rfc822; name="Scars For Life.eml" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="Scars For Life.eml" Return-Path: <[log in to unmask]> Received: from rly-mf02.mx.aol.com (rly-mf02.mail.aol.com [172.20.29.172]) by air-mf07.mail.aol.com (v121.4) with ESMTP id MAILINMF074-94547e512f32fc; Sat, 22 Mar 2008 10:09:14 -0400 Received: from QMTA04.emeryville.ca.mail.comcast.net (qmta04.emeryville.ca.mail.comcast.net [76.96.30.40]) by rly-mf02.mx.aol.com (v121.4) with ESMTP id MAILRELAYINMF023-94547e512f32fc; Sat, 22 Mar 2008 10:08:51 -0400 Received: from OMTA04.emeryville.ca.mail.comcast.net ([76.96.30.35]) by QMTA04.emeryville.ca.mail.comcast.net with comcast id 4E791Z0010lTkoCA400F00; Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:07:48 +0000 Received: from amailcenter10.comcast.net ([204.127.225.110]) by OMTA04.emeryville.ca.mail.comcast.net with comcast id 4E8d1Z00C2PYNEc8Q00000; Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:08:44 +0000 X-Authority-Analysis: v=1.0 c=1 a=tmTfpqiNv7G81bD1PMVBoQ==:17 a=M_4wTM8L3o8c1Ex5q6EA:9 a=tE9OdSndlzyrL3_0ud4A:7 a=JBOceY1xhuAWsHMUguoZ2c2htkcA:4 a=R6fQ0Q4ov3oA:10 a=x2oc_8r-AAAA:8 a=XPshsIBZNNU71b9vOJgA:9 a=i2jBE-Xih1FEN2zNyj0A:7 a=40iXaJms778p3-77ugv_gH4IcIIA:4 a=pM-imOxlMqoA:10 a=37WNUvjkh6kA:10 Received: from [76.112.254.122] by amailcenter10.comcast.net; Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:08:36 +0000 From: [log in to unmask] To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Scars For Life Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:08:36 +0000 Message-Id: <[log in to unmask]> X-Mailer: AT&T Message Center Version 1 (Oct 30 2007) X-Authenticated-Sender: bWkxMDA0QGNvbWNhc3QubmV0 MIME-Version: 1.0 X-AOL-IP: 76.96.30.40 X-AOL-SCOLL-AUTHENTICATION: listenair ; SPF_helo : n X-AOL-SCOLL-AUTHENTICATION: listenair ; SPF_822_from : + Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary=NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_14158_1206194916_0 --NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_14158_1206194916_0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Scars of life. 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 father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his 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 father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Re markably, 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he 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 Dad wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let you go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go. Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too. Enough to not let them go. --NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_14158_1206194916_0 Content-Type: text/html Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit <html><body> <DIV><BR><Bass href=file://C:\> <TABLE id=INCREDIMAINTABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%" border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD id=INCREDITEXTREGION style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" width="100%"> <DIV><FONT id=role_document face=Arial color=#408080 size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'">Scars of life.</SPAN><SPAN style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"></SPAN></DIV> <DIV> <DIV> <DIV style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 4pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 3.75pt; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; rem_BORDER-LEFT: blue 1.5pt solid"> <DIV> <DIV class=EC_MsoNormal><EM><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">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 </SPAN></B></EM><SPAN class=EC_yshortcuts><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">the lake</SPAN></I></B></SPAN><EM><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">, an alligator was swimming toward the </SPAN></B></EM><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">shore.</SPAN></I></STRONG><STRONG><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"> </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FO-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.</SPAN></I></STRONG><STRONG><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #8000ff; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"> </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"> From the dock, the father grabbed his 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 father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Re markably, 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he 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 Dad wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let you go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. </SPAN></I></STRONG><STRONG><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black ; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','ns-serif'"> </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"> </SPAN></STRONG><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way.</SPAN></I></STRONG><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"> </SPAN></I></STRONG><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"> But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go. </SPAN></I></STRONG></DIV> <DIV class=EC_MsoNormal><STRONG><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You never know where a person is in his/her </SPAN></I></STRONG><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">life and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. </SPAN></I></B></DIV> <DIV class=EC_MsoNormal><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. </SPAN></I></B><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 7.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'"> </SPAN></B><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"> </SPAN></B></DIV></DIV> <DIV> <DIV> <DIV> <DIV class=EC_MsoNormal><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype00A000A0Corsiva','serif'">Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too.</SPAN></I></B><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"> </SPAN></I></B><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #a11f12; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">Enough to not let them go</SPAN></I></B><B><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'">.</SPAN></I><SPAN style="COLOR: black"></SPAN></B></DIV></DIV></DIV></DIV></DIV></DIV> <DIV class=EC_MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><BR><BR></SPAN></DIV></DIV></FONT><BR><BR><BR></TD></TR> <TR> <TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"> <TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%"> <TBODY> <TR> <TD width="100%"></TD> <TD id=INCREDISOUND vAlign=bottom align=middle></TD> <TD id=INCREDIANIM vAlign=bottom align=middle></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE><SPAN id=IncrediStamp><A href="http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?id=102287" target=_blank><SPAN border="0" name="imgCache"></SPAN></A></SPAN> </DIV></body></html> --NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_14158_1206194916_0-- --NextPart_Webmail_9m3u9jl4l_17955_1206381125_2--