Fwd: FW: Fw: MY SON

>> My son
>> This is great. Take a
>> moment to read it; it will make your
>> day!
>> ;
>> The ending will
>> surprise you.
>> 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
>> Gogh's, 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.'
>> 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
>> over 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!
>> Please send this
>> to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you.
>> God
>> Bless.
>> If I don't get
>> this back, I will know you really didn't read it. I got this from
>> someone and thought the last part was really a good thought..
>> Too bad that the
>> person who sent it to me did not know 10 people who would admit to
>> knowing the Lord.


Mike Hawk said...

This is fucking silly on so many levels. Christmas time "pap" email stories for the rightwing Evangelicals out there.

BTW - I believe in the Holy Trinity; God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are one in the same.

Mike Hawk

Anonymous said...

Your beliefs are irrelevant, troll.

gruaud said...

"If I don't get this back, I will know you really didn't read it."

Always with the little coercive sting at the end.

ferschitz said...

This doesn't even make sense.

Mr_Creosote said...

Man, what a rambling mess of a missive. I didn't think it made sense either. I read ( and read, and read ) thinking it was going to tie up all the loose ends to some logical or at least cogent conclusion, but found none. Hell, even if I were a RW fundie, I'd be irritated that I've been had...lost 6 or 7 minutes of my life I'll never get back.

My hunch is that it was the hope of the author that some people will "believe" this like some people would "laugh" at a lame comedian just because he's "one of us". He'll throw in religious and military worship references and stir it into this word salad mess with the hope of keeping their attention.

Mike Hawk said...


You made me laugh. ha ha ha

You hit the nail squarely on the head.

Mike Hawk

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