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I read of a man who was involved in a tragic accident. He lost both
legs and his left arm and only a finger and thumb remained on the
right hand. There was only enough left of the man that had been to
suffer and remember.
But he still possessed a brilliant mind, enriched with a good
education and broadened with world travel. At first he thought there
was nothing he could do but remain a helpless sufferer.
A thought came to him. It was always nice to receive letters, but why
not write them he could still use his right hand with some difficulty.
But whom could he write to? Was there anyone shut in and incapacitated
like he was who could be encouraged by his letters. He thought of
men in prison they did have some hope of release whereas he had none
but it was worth a try.
He wrote to a Christian organization concerned with prison ministry.
He was told that his letters could not be answered it was against
prison rules, but he commenced this one sided correspondence.
He wrote twice a week and it taxed his strength to the limit. But
into those letters he put his whole soul, all his experience, all
his faith, all his wit, and all his Christian optimism. It must have
been hard writing those letters, often in pain, and particularly when
there was no reply.
Frequently he felt discouraged and was tempted to give it up. But it
was his one remaining activity and he resolved to continue as long
as he could.
At last he got a letter. It was very short, written on prison
stationery by the officer whose duty it was to censor the mail. All
it said was: "Please write on the best paper you can afford. Your
letters are passed from cell to cell till they literally fall to
pieces." No matter what our personal situation is, we still have
God-given gifts and talents, experience, and encouragement that
we can share with others.
-- Unknown |
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