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“Greater love hath no man than this: that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
- John 15:13, Holy Writ
[NOTE: The story itself is true. I have taken some poetic license in writing from the perspective of the man who was saved. — Author]
The above text is one with which most (if not all) readers are familiar.
It is one cornerstone of Christianity.
One question remains: what about one’s enemies?
I am an old man now and on my deathbed in the simple bedroom I have shared with my good wife for decades.
She is in another room, knitting by dim candlelight.
I suppose she is in a rocker and has a log burning in the fireplace.
Her vision is not what it once was, but she is determined to make a sweater.
My children are grown and I have the privilege of being a grandpa.
One of my granddaughters will be given the sweater.
I cough now and then and sometimes, when I do, there is blood.
But I am not terribly uncomfortable or in bad pain.
I have the luxury of dying a fairly good death, as far as deaths go.
Some are not as lucky.
The doctor said there is nothing to be done.
There is no medicine to treat my condition.
