Ultimate Love

Ultimate Love
Music: "Bolero"

The day is over, you are driving home.
You tune in your radio.
You hear a blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly.......
strangely..........
of a flu that has never been seen before.

It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting, They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it.

You don't think much about it,
but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot.
Only they say it's not three villagers..
It's 30,000 villagers.....
in the back hills of this particular area of India,
and it's on TV that night.

CNN runs a blurb.
People are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.

By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story.
For it's not just India.
It's Pakistan, Afghanistan and Iran.
Before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere
and they have coined it now as
"the mystery flu"

The President has made some comment
that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?"

That's when the President of France
makes an announcement that shocks Europe.
He is closing their borders.
No flights from India, Pakistan,
or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.

That night you are watching CNN before going to bed.
Your jaw hits your chest.....
a weeping French woman is saying:
"There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu."

It has come to Europe.

Panic strikes.
As best they can tell, once you get it,
you have it for a week and you don't know it.
Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms.
And then you die.

Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late.
Tuesday morning the President of the United States
makes the following announcement:

"Due to a national security risk,
all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled.
If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry.
They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing."

Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are buying face masks.
People are saying,"What if it comes to this country?"
Preachers are saying, "It's the scourge of God."

It's Wednesday night
and you are at a church prayer meeting
when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says,
"Turn on a radio, turn on a radio."

The church listens to a transistor radio
with a microphone stuck up to it.
The announcement is made.
~Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu~

Within hours it seems, this thing 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,

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."

When you and your family get there late on that Friday night,
there is a long line.
They have nurses and doctors pricking fingers ,
taking blood and putting labels on it.
You, your wife and kids are there.

They take your samples and say,
"Wait in the parking lot and if we call your name,
you can be dismissed and go home."

You stand around with your neighbors,
scared, wondering 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!

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!

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 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,

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."

The word begins to spread across that parking lot full of folks.
People are screaming
and praying
and laughing
and crying.

But then the gray-haired doctor
pulls you and you wife aside and says,
"May we see you for a 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 is empty.

"H-h-h-how many pints?"

That is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says,
"We had no idea it would be a little child.
We weren't prepared.

We need it all!"

"But-but..."

"You don't understand.
We are talking about the world here.
Please sign.
We-we need it all --

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 sign.

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?"

Then the old doctor comes back in and says,
"I'm sorry, we....we've got to get started.
People all over the world are dying."

Can you leave?
Can you walk out while he is saying,

"Dad? Mom? Dad?
Why-why have you forsaken me?"

And then...........next week,
when they have the ceremony to honor your son,
and some folks sleep through it,
and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake,
and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care.

Would you want to jump up and say,

"MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?"

Is that what GOD wants to say?

"MY SON DIED.

DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"

........Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts.
May we begin to comprehend the great Love
you have for us...........

. ~Unknown

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