 My Son!
> MY SON
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> This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day!
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> The ending will surprise you.
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> Take my Son
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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."
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> 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."
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> 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?"
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> There was silence.
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> Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous
> paintings. Skip this one."
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>
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> But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who
> will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
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> Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to
> see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
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>
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> But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the
> son?"
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> 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.
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> "We have $10, who will bid $20?"
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> "Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
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> "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
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> The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
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> They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
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> The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
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> A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the
> collection!"
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> The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
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> "What about the paintings?"
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> "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.
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> The man who took the son gets everything!"
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> 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?"
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> Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. |