The phone rang in a high society Boston home. One the other end of the line was a son who had just returned from Vietnam and was calling from California. The boy said to his mother,"I just called to tell you that I wanted to bring a buddy home with me." His mother said,"Sure, bring him along for a few days." "But, mother, there is something you need to know about this boy. One leg is gone, one arm's gone, one eye's gone, and his face is quite disfigured. Is it all right if I bring him home?"
His mother said,"Bring him home for a few days." The son said,"You didn't understand me, mother. I want to bring him home to live with us." The mother began to make all kinds of excuses about embarassment and what people would think...and the phone clicked.
A few hours later the police called from California to Boston. The mother picked up the phone again. The police sergeant at the other line said,"We just found a boy with one arm, one leg and a mangled face, who has just killed himself with a shot in the head. The identification papers on the boy say he is your son."
-Dale E. Galloway, Rebuild Your Life
His mother said,"Bring him home for a few days." The son said,"You didn't understand me, mother. I want to bring him home to live with us." The mother began to make all kinds of excuses about embarassment and what people would think...and the phone clicked.
A few hours later the police called from California to Boston. The mother picked up the phone again. The police sergeant at the other line said,"We just found a boy with one arm, one leg and a mangled face, who has just killed himself with a shot in the head. The identification papers on the boy say he is your son."
-Dale E. Galloway, Rebuild Your Life
