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    * Simply Beautifull!

    A friend sent it to me - and it brought me to tears.


    Take my 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 Vietnam 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 this 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 stared 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 somebody bid for this painting. Who
    will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

    Another voice 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?"

    "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

    "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

    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 the 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.

    FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE


    God Bless.



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    Re: Simply Beautifull!

    Originally posted by The Dude
    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 this 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."
    Just nitpicking, but it didn't seem like the son really knew the soldier that he saved, so how could he have time to talk often about his father and their love for art? It doesn't make much sense.

    Other than that and the religious allusions of which I have no belief and in which I have no significant interest, this is a nice story. Thanks for sharing it.

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    Originally posted by The Dude
    Very insightful post, Dude. If you had posted this on Slashdot, I would have rated it a "5: Insightful".

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    The family was very wealthy and had an impressive art collection. The son undoubtly had a university education and would have been a commissioned officer. I can't see a Non-Comn painting a picture of his officer (unless they were, um, very very close) so the soldier must also have been a commissioned officer. Less than a month after his son's death this wounded soldier was state-side and walking around carrying a large package. He wouldn't have been returned home if his wounds were not dibilitating - so either he was at the end of his rotation or he had enough previous Kerry-type nicks to get sent home.
    Nowadays, units are kept together, train together and sent over together, but during Vietnam this was not true to the same extent and soldiers were rotated in and out and assigned on more of an individual basis. Officers often didn't meet their unit until they got there and a vacancy (previous guy got hit) opened up (I've seen all the movies). So it is unlikely that the painting was made state-side. Somehow the painting was made in the jungle by an active combat unit that had 2 commisioned officers, who had free-time, shared a love of painting and lugged their painting supplies and creations around with them.
    Somebody should make this a movie.

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    This is a very touching story. Which it shows that even the smallest of things can be the biggest of things to a person.

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