Today, I had to take my son to get some more tests. He will have surgery in 19 days. As I sat there waiting for him, heartsick as I always am, a cop, his wife and their daughter, about 5 years old, came in. He was carrying his daughter. She was so thin but you could see he adored her and she adored her daddy.
After a bit, the cop told the little girl he had to go to work but he would be back as soon as he got off work and he would spend the night with her.
Then the heartbreaker. Little kids know and those that are sick are mature beyond their years. She sais, "Daddy, do you think God will want me to visit him tonight?" I could tell his heart was breaking. He replied, "I don't think so, honey. But, if he does, I will be here before it happens.". He handed her a "lucky" quaretr and told her to hang on to it. As he left, he winked at her and her mother and left. The mother looked at me and said, "He's doing better with this then I am." I told her he was very brave but he was probably not doing as well as she thought. I had seen his hands shaking when he handed her to his mother.
I remembered thinking how brave he was. He had to leave that prescious little girl to go fight the dregs of society.
How brave this young man was. I bet he's a wonderful cop too.
I think all of you are brave, really, braver then I dould ever hope to be.
[ 01-30-2002: Message edited by: Mitzi ]
After a bit, the cop told the little girl he had to go to work but he would be back as soon as he got off work and he would spend the night with her.
Then the heartbreaker. Little kids know and those that are sick are mature beyond their years. She sais, "Daddy, do you think God will want me to visit him tonight?" I could tell his heart was breaking. He replied, "I don't think so, honey. But, if he does, I will be here before it happens.". He handed her a "lucky" quaretr and told her to hang on to it. As he left, he winked at her and her mother and left. The mother looked at me and said, "He's doing better with this then I am." I told her he was very brave but he was probably not doing as well as she thought. I had seen his hands shaking when he handed her to his mother.
I remembered thinking how brave he was. He had to leave that prescious little girl to go fight the dregs of society.
How brave this young man was. I bet he's a wonderful cop too.
I think all of you are brave, really, braver then I dould ever hope to be.
[ 01-30-2002: Message edited by: Mitzi ]
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