Post by Matthew Halliday on Dec 17, 2006 12:50:13 GMT -5
> > >It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when
> > > > > >>somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "Turn on a radio,
> > >turn on
> > > > > >>a radio!"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a
> > > > > >>microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women
> > >are
> > > > > >>lying in a Long Island hospital dying from a 'mystery' flu."
> > >Within
> > > > > >>hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote.
> > >Nothing
> > > > > >>is working! California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out. The code has been
> > >broken.
> > > > > >>A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take
the
> > >blood
> > > > > >>of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough,all
> > >through
> > > > > >>the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency
broadcasting,
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown
> > >hospital
> > > > > >>and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When
you
> > >hear
> > > > > >>the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way
> > >quickly,
> > > > > >>quietly, and safely to the hospitals.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on
that
> > >Friday
> > > > > >>night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors
> > >coming
> > > > > >>out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on
> > >it.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood
> > >type and
> > > > > >>they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your
name,
> > >you
> > > > > >>can be dismissed and go home."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in
> > >the
> > > > > >>world is going on and if this is the end of the world.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital
screaming.
> > >He's
> > > > > >>yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again!
> > >And your
> > > > > >>son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy Wait a minute!
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood
> > >is
> > > > > >>pure.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he
has
> > >got
> > > > > >>the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors
> > >and
> > > > > >>nurses, crying and hugging one another .. some are even
laughing.
> > >It's
> > > > > >>the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old
> > >doctor
> > > > > >>walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type
> > >is
> > > > > >>perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."
As
> > >the
> > > > > >>word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks,
> > >people
> > > > > >>are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and
> > >says, "May
> > > > > >>we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be
a
> > >minor
> > > > > >>and we need ....... we need you to sign a consent form." You
begin
> > >to
> > > > > >>sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be
> > >taken has
> > > > > >>been left blank.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"H-how many pints?", you ask.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We
had
> > >no
> > > > > >>idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm sorry
sir,
> > >we
> > > > > >>need it all!"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"But but .. You don't understand."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"We are talking about the world here. Please sign we need it
all!"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>In numb silence, you do.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before
we
> > > > > >>begin?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits
on
> > >a
> > > > > >>table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his
> > >hands
> > > > > >>and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never
ever
> > >let
> > > > > >>anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you
> > >understand
> > > > > >>that?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry,
we've
> > >GOT
> > > > > >>to get started! People all over the world are dying.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Can you leave?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"Why, why have you forsaken me?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your
son
> > >some
> > > > > >>folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come because
they
> > >go to
> > > > > >>the lake or the seashore ... some folks come with a pretentious
> > >smile
> > > > > >>and just "pretend" to care. Would you want to jump up and say,
"MY
> > >SON
> > > > > >>DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU
> > >KNOW HOW
> > > > > >>MUCH I CARE?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"FATHER, Seeing it from YOUR eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now
we
> > >can
> > > > > >>begin to comprehend the great Love YOU have for us."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>*You can now spread the GOSPEL or just delete this email.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>If you are not ashamed of GOD or what HE has done for you pass
> > >this on.
> >
> >
> >
>
> > > > > >>somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "Turn on a radio,
> > >turn on
> > > > > >>a radio!"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a
> > > > > >>microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women
> > >are
> > > > > >>lying in a Long Island hospital dying from a 'mystery' flu."
> > >Within
> > > > > >>hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote.
> > >Nothing
> > > > > >>is working! California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out. The code has been
> > >broken.
> > > > > >>A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take
the
> > >blood
> > > > > >>of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough,all
> > >through
> > > > > >>the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency
broadcasting,
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown
> > >hospital
> > > > > >>and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When
you
> > >hear
> > > > > >>the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way
> > >quickly,
> > > > > >>quietly, and safely to the hospitals.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on
that
> > >Friday
> > > > > >>night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors
> > >coming
> > > > > >>out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on
> > >it.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood
> > >type and
> > > > > >>they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your
name,
> > >you
> > > > > >>can be dismissed and go home."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in
> > >the
> > > > > >>world is going on and if this is the end of the world.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital
screaming.
> > >He's
> > > > > >>yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again!
> > >And your
> > > > > >>son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy Wait a minute!
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood
> > >is
> > > > > >>pure.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he
has
> > >got
> > > > > >>the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors
> > >and
> > > > > >>nurses, crying and hugging one another .. some are even
laughing.
> > >It's
> > > > > >>the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old
> > >doctor
> > > > > >>walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type
> > >is
> > > > > >>perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine."
As
> > >the
> > > > > >>word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks,
> > >people
> > > > > >>are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and
> > >says, "May
> > > > > >>we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be
a
> > >minor
> > > > > >>and we need ....... we need you to sign a consent form." You
begin
> > >to
> > > > > >>sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be
> > >taken has
> > > > > >>been left blank.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"H-how many pints?", you ask.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We
had
> > >no
> > > > > >>idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm sorry
sir,
> > >we
> > > > > >>need it all!"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"But but .. You don't understand."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"We are talking about the world here. Please sign we need it
all!"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>In numb silence, you do.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before
we
> > > > > >>begin?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits
on
> > >a
> > > > > >>table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his
> > >hands
> > > > > >>and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never
ever
> > >let
> > > > > >>anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you
> > >understand
> > > > > >>that?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry,
we've
> > >GOT
> > > > > >>to get started! People all over the world are dying.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Can you leave?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"Why, why have you forsaken me?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your
son
> > >some
> > > > > >>folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come because
they
> > >go to
> > > > > >>the lake or the seashore ... some folks come with a pretentious
> > >smile
> > > > > >>and just "pretend" to care. Would you want to jump up and say,
"MY
> > >SON
> > > > > >>DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU
> > >KNOW HOW
> > > > > >>MUCH I CARE?"
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>"FATHER, Seeing it from YOUR eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now
we
> > >can
> > > > > >>begin to comprehend the great Love YOU have for us."
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>*You can now spread the GOSPEL or just delete this email.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>If you are not ashamed of GOD or what HE has done for you pass
> > >this on.
> >
> >
> >
>