"I once cried because I had no shoes"
"Then I met a man who had no feet"
This little note is pinned next to my P.C so that I will never forget.
When my 3rd daughter was born in 1968, she had a port wine birthmark covering 40% of her face (Still has it despite many laser ops but thankfully can cover it with make up). My late wife could not look at her, totally distressed, and would not even breast feed her for 2 days. Finally the Dr's came up with a plan.
They took us to the nursery,all the cribs were lined up with newborn babies wrapped in bundles of white blankets,all in rows and there in the middle was Donna (our daughter) she stood out like a beacon with her birthmark. My wife shut her eyes and would not look at her.
Then another baby started to cry but the sound was gargled, the Dr told us the little girl had no palate, my wife opened her eyes just as the Dr lifted another little one from it's crib, unwrapped the blanket. THE BABY HAD NO FEET. My wife soon realised that there were others far worse off than us and started breast feeding that morning.
That is why I have carried this little note for the past 48 years.
May GOD Bless us all and keep us in the hollow of HIS hand.