My first Glurge

I've had one too many "inspirational" glurges sent to me this week. So I've written one of my own and I'm sending this email out to every email address I've got in my address box.

The following is an absolutely true story, but I found it to be very inspirational and led me to prayer. One day a father and a son were taking a white water rapids tour of the Grand Canyon with about twenty other people when their giant rubber raft hit some unexpected rough spots in the river. The raft was tossed both to and fro until the river guide shouted to all his passengers, "Grab ahold of this rope, everyone! I don't think we're going to stay afloat!"

Sure enough, no sooner had every one on board grabbed the safety tether than the boat was capsized, plunging all into the churning rapids. It was a life or death situation, for if anyone was left to fall freely thru these rapids, they would surely be killed on the rocks as they tumbled downstream. The father holding the rope miraculously found himself tossed onto a sturdy boulder in the river, while all the other passengers from the rubber raft--except for one--were clinging desperately to that rope, holding on for dear life. That one other passenger was the man's son, who was holding onto another boulder also in the river, only the son's boulder was smaller and looked very unsteady.

In fact, it looked like the boulder that the son was on was about to give way!

Suddenly the man realized what a terrible predicament he was in. He could start pulling his fellow passengers out of the river and risk seeing his son get carried away to his death...

Or he could let go of the rope and reach over to save his son. Facing this terrible choice, the man prayed quickly for inspiration for the right thing to do. An angel spoke to him and gave the man just the right advice and the man realized he couldn't abandon his son under these circumstances. He let go of the rope, reached out, and pulled his son to the safer boulder, just as the small boulder was washed away downstream, where it mercifully crushed several of the rafters and spared them the misery of downing.

"Thank you, father," the boy said as they climbed to safety.

"Just be glad we were carrying my credit cards in your backpack, son," the father replied, "for an angel came to me just now and warned me that there were ARAB TERRORISTS downstream who would have gladly stolen my cards off your body and used them to buy WMDs."

So you see, we should always trust angels and never trust swarthy people.

The end. Please pass this message along to everyone you know! It could save some young boy's life. And his father's credit account. And America.

If you love America, copy this Glurge and pass it on.

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