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Mike

Hi Tony,

I had a very rough week. My son and I had to move out of the house because mom could not deal with him and I was the one to get blame. So she told me (after 30 years of marriage) that I have to take him and leave. Was a very difficult decision (I did not have a choice) I love very much my wife, but I also love as much my son also. He is a teenager (17) and we had problems with him (very rebellious) as far as I remember. He got his GED diploma and now is looking for a job and trying to get enrolled in college or technical school classes although he does not know exactly what he wants. The reason I am writing this is in reference to Rick’s note dated Jan 03, 2007 “I am a believer , (Mr. Wattles Quotes)
If there is a particular Thing you need it will come to you at the right time.”
So for the last few days I was getting very depressed with our current situation (my son and I had to leave the house) and wondering if I did the right thing.
This morning while reading the comments in your guestbook I received this E-mail from one of my wife’s group and I taught that was worth it to send it to everyone in reference to (Mr. Wattles Quotes)
If there is a particular Thing you need it will come to you at the right time.”
So here is…
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MY SON

This is great, take a moment to read . It will make your day!
Prepare yourself for the ending.

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 the masters.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son was drafted. 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 the 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 in his collection.

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 valuable paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their own collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this painting of the son. Who will bid for this item?'

There was silence.

Then a voice at 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 shouted angrily. 'We didn't come to see that 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 restless and 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 rest of 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



Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.'

God Bless.

Tony Mase

Hi Mike,

Thank you for sharing this. :-)

Have faith and move on!

Tony

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