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Kathy Pink <[log in to unmask]>
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St. John's University Cerebral Palsy List
Date:
Sat, 1 Dec 2001 08:15:35 -0800
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--- Kathy Stone <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> From: "Kathy Stone" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <Undisclosed-Recipient:@execpc.com;>
> Subject: Fw: Who will take the son?
> Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 21:04:05 -0600
>
> > >> Subject: Re: THE SON WHO WILL TAKE THE SON
> > >>
> > >> A  wealthy man and his son loved to
> collect rare works of art. They had
> > >> everything in their Collection, from
> Picasso to Raphael. They would
> > often
> > >> sit together and admire the great works of
> art.
> > >>
> > >> When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the
> son went to war.  He was very
> > >> courageous and died in battle while
> rescuing another  soldier. The
> father
> > >> was notified and grieved deeply for his
> only son.
> > >>
> > >> About a month later, just before
> Christmas, there was a knock at  the
> > >door.
> > >> A young man stood at the door with a large
> package in his hands.  He
> > said,
> > >> "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the
> soldier for whom your son  gave
> his
> > >> life. He saved many lives that day, and he
> was carrying me to  safety
> > when
> > >> a bullet struck him in the heart and he
> died instantly. He  often
> talked
> > >> about you, and your love for art."
> > >>
> > >> The young man held out  his package. "I
> know this isn't much. I'm not
> > >> really a great  artist, but I think your
> son would have wanted you to
> > have
> > >> this."
> > >>
> > >> The  father opened the package. It was a
> portrait of his son, painted
> by
> > >> the  young man. He starred in awe at the
> way the soldier had captured
> the
> > >> personality of his son in the painting.
> The father was so drawn to the
> > >> eyes that his own eyes welled up with
> tears. He thanked the young man
> and
> > >> offered to pay him for the picture.
> > >>
> > >> "Oh, no sir, I  could never repay what
> your son did for me. It's a
> > >> gift."
> > >>
> > >> The father hung the portrait over his
> mantle. Every time visitors  came
> > to
> > >> his home he took them to see the portrait
> of his son before he showed
> > >them
> > >> any of the other great works he had
> collected.
> > >>
> > >> The man died a few  months later. There
> was to be a great auction of
> his
> > >> paintings.  Many influential people
> gathered, excited over seeing the
> > >> great  paintings and having an opportunity
> to purchase one for their
> > >> collection.
> > >>
> > >> On the platform sat the painting of the
> son. The auctioneer  pounded
> his
> > >> gavel. "We will start the bidding with
> this picture of the  son. Who
> will
> > >> bid for this picture?"
> > >>
> > >> There was silence. Then a voice in the
> back of the room  shouted,"We
> want
> > >> to see the famous paintings. Skip this
> one."
> > >>
> > >> But the auctioneer persisted, "Will
> someone bid for this painting?  Who
> > >> will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
> > >>
> > >> Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't
> come to see this  painting.
> We
> > >> came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts.
> Get on  with the real bids!"
> > >>
> > >> But still the auctioneer continued, " The
> son! The son! Who'll take the
> > >> son?"
> > >>
> > >> Finally, a voice came from the very back
> of the room. It was  the
> > longtime
> > >> gardener of the man and his son. "I'll
> give $10 for the  painting."
> Being
> > >> a poor man, it was all he could afford.
> > >>
> > >> "We have $10, who will bid $20?" the
> auctioneer continued.
> > >>
> > >> "Give it to him for $10.  Let's see the
> masters."
> > >>
> > >> "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
> asked the  auctioneer.
> > >>
> > >> The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't
> want the picture  of the son.
> > >> They wanted the more worthy investments
> for their  collections. The
> > >> auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once,
> twice,  SOLD for $10!"
> > >>
> > >> A man sitting on the second row shouted,
> "Now let's get on with  the
> > >> collection!"
> > >>
> > >> The auctioneer laid down his gavel, "I'm
> sorry, the auction is  over."
> > >>
> > >> What about the paintings?"
> > >>
> > >> "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct
> this auction, I  was told of
> a
> > >> secret stipulation in the will. I was not
> allowed to  reveal that
> > >> stipulation until this time. Only the
> painting of the son  would be
> > >> auctioned. Whoever bought that painting
> would inherit the  entire
> estate,
> > >> including the paintings. The man who took
> the son gets  everything!"
> > >>
> > >> God gave his Son 2,000 years ago to die on
> a cruel cross.  Much like
> the
> > >> auctioneer, His message today is, "The
> Son, the Son,  who'll take the
> > >Son?"
> > >> Because you see, whoever takes the Son
> gets everything.
> > >>
> > >> author unknown
> > >>
> > >> Please send this to ten people.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
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> > >> privileged, proprietary, or otherwise
> private information.  If you have
> > >> received it in error, please notify the
> sender immediately and delete
> the
> > >> original.  Any other use of the email by
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> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >
> > >
> >
> >
>
>


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