I also prayed the little boy will come to find the love and kindness he
deserves.  It is clear he would be an asset to any family.  When I was about
12 years old, I had an operation.  My mother would come to see me every day,
and bring me little things to cheer me up while I was in hospital.  We
children were kept in wards then.  There were no private or Simi private
rooms.  At least, not for us children.  In the night, there was a little
girl who had been brought in by her mother.  Some acid or some such had been
thrown in to her eyes.  She was operated on that very night and her eyes
were bandaged afterward.  She was in the hospital when I left and her mother
never once came to see her.  She never had even one visitor, when all of us
other children had all sorts of visitors.  I never knew her name, but I
still think of and pray for her.  There was another instants wherein my
mother was in the hospital.  Across from her was a deaf woman.  She was a
woman in her fifties or thereabouts, and this was 1970.  When this southern
black woman was young black handicapped children weren't made to go to
school.  Therefore, she didn't.  I found out later her mother had taken care
of her all her mother's life.  This woman did nothing for herself.  The
reason she was in hospital was because she ate or drank something she
shouldn't because she couldn't read and she was attempting to cook by
herself.  She had been sent north when her mother died.  My mother said Her
nephews and nieces argued rite in front of her, because after all she was a
deaf as a door post, and wouldn't understand, over who wouldn't take her
home.  She had learned to read lips by herself, however, because, my mother
said when they left she cried and cried.  I didn't know she had no
education, and felt she must be lonely.  I went up to her and signed a
greeting and asked how she was doing.  Her niece told me directly, and if
I'm lying, then I am dieing, "there's no use signing like that.  She has
never been to school.  But she is going next year".  I repeat, the woman had
to be somewhere in her fifties.  On the day either she or my mother left, I
forget which, the doctors attempted to give her a pelvic examination.  She
began screaming and fighting them, because, it was obvious she thought they
were trying to rape her.  She was so afraid.  I think of her often as well.
There are many more such cases I could sight.  We must always constantly
pray for those blind and otherwise handicapped children who will never know
the joy we know when we read the bible, or work on these computers or even
to eat a satisfying meal.  That is why this article touched me so much.  It
is by no means fantasy.
----- Original Message -----
From: "VIRGIE UNDERWOOD" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, August 15, 2006 8:35 PM
Subject: Re: We should all count our blessings:


> Angel,
> How sad for that little boy!  I hope that God forgives me because I prayed
> for His revenge on these people!  Then I realized that I had committed a
sin
> and I prayed for healing for the little boy and I also prayed for
> forgiveness for these people who did this terrible thing to this child!
> Virgie and Hoshi
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Angel" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, August 14, 2006 7:58 PM
> Subject: We should all count our blessings:
>
>
> We must all pray for this poor child, that he will somehow find the
> happiness he deserves with parents who will treat him well and who will
love
> him.  We are reminded by this to be thankful we were given enough to ware
> and to eat as children.  All the fictional forwards can be sent, but they
> will never match the reality all around us.
> Wealthy parents abandon 4-year-old blind boy at hospital
>
> > Pravda.ru, Russia
> > Monday, August 14, 2006
> >
> > Wealthy parents abandon 4-year-old blind boy at hospital
> >
> > The 4-year-old Kolya Levashov has been left in a hospital in the town of
> Voskresensk, Moscow region. A man and a woman entered a first-aid room
> carrying the boy wrapped in a blanket.
> >
> > They arrived in a SUV.
> >
> > The boy was barely alive. The doctors had to put him in an intensive
care.
> Later the doctors found out that the boy was blind. Apparently, he had
been
> brutally beaten up. Besides, he had been starving.
> >
> > A luxury four-wheel drive vehicle pulled up in front of a first-aid room
> in Voskresensk on a gloomy rainy morning. A man and a woman climbed out of
> the car. Judging by the clothes they wore, they were pretty well-off. The
> man was carrying a child wrapped in a blanket. The child looked more dead
> than alive.
> >
> > "There's been an accident. Our son fell from a staircase," said the man
> hurriedly. "Help him, please," added he.
> >
> > The doctors removed the blanket. The scene made them hold their breath.
> The child was wearing nothing but a blue jacket and panty hose. His body
was
> covered with bruises and scratches.
> >
> > "Well, it looks like he had quite a fall," said one of the doctors. "Do
> you have a medical insurance policy on the child?" asked the doctor.
> >
> > "No, we left it at home," answered the woman. The words came out as
gasps.
> Yet the doctors could feel a dash of relief in the way she spoke those
> words. "We'll be back in a minute," said she and the couple walked out of
> the emergency room.
> >
> > They never came back.
> >
> > "What kind of people are they? They look like they've got means. And
they
> just abandoned the poor child. The boy was in dire straits. He really had
> one foot in the grave," say the doctors.
> >
> > The child had to undergo intensive therapy for several months in a
> regional hospital. The boy slowly recovered from a grave injury on his
> cranium. The child had also suffered from malnutrition.
> >
> > Kolya was diagnosed with blindness when he finally came around.
> >
> > "Kolya was born blind. He has a congenital atrophy of the eye nerves,"
> sighs Irina Dyatlova, head of department at the hospital. "It's a crying
> shame. The blind boy, a completely helpless creature, has been beaten up
and
> subjected to starvation," adds she.
> >
> > All the doctors working in the department are enamored with the boy.
They
> can hardly fight back the tears as they look into his eyes open wide, the
> eyes that have never seen the light of the day.
> >
> > Somebody called the hospital a week after the boy was admitted to the
> intensive care. A female caller asked the receptionist how Kolya was
doing.
> She hung up after being told that the child was alive. The doctors did not
> tell Kolya anything about the strange call.
> >
> > Kolya would wake up sobbing from yet another nightmare 'Momma, give me
> some bread please,' he moaned.
> >
> > 'Good gracious!' say the doctors in dismay. 'The poor child just
couldn't
> get his fill at the beginning. And his parents looked like wealthy people.
> The boy never complains, he can behave himself alright. He's a smart one,
> too. He can always find the right door in a corridor,' say the doctors.
> >
> > 'He can recognize me by my manner of stepping. You know, sometimes I
feel
> pretty surly at the end of the shift. And here comes Kolya. He will place
> his tiny hand on my knee, running it gently up and down. 'Are you tired?
> You've got a headache, don't you?' he'll ask me in his sweet voice. And
I'll
> feel better in a split second,' says one of the nurses.
> >
> > A dark-haired boy walks along the long corridor. After a brief pause, he
> grabs a knob of the nearest door and pulls it open.
> >
> > 'Kolya, how can you locate the door to your ward?'
> >
> > 'I just keep walking until I reach the right one,' answers the boy. 'And
> here's Katya, my girlfriend,' adds he and motions to a girl standing
nearby.
> >
> > Kolya Levashov cherishes a dream. He wants his mother to come back.
> >
> > 'He used to be talking about his mom who would surely call the hospital,
> and his dad who would come to pick him up, riding on a big car. But we
doubt
> that those two who'd brought him to our hospital are his real parents,'
says
> Irina Dyatlova.
> >
> > Kolya will be 5 years old on September 27th.
> >
> > 'What would you like to get for your birthday?'
> >
> > 'I'd like to have a chocolate bar. And I want to have my momma back,'
says
> the boy.
> >
> > He takes a toy phone set, a wispy hand holding the receiver tight:
'Hello!
> Momma, can you hear me?'
> >
> > Translated by Guerman Grachev
> >
> >
> >
> http://english.pravda.ru/society/stories/83912-1/
> >
>
>
> Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
> friends. [John 15:13]