I was in PT with a young woman who was missing both arms and both legs. Never have I witnessed such, such...Well. Love. Without a word I knew her to be a genuine follower of the Nazarene. How so? She never mentioned Him. Rather she lived as one who truly believed and lived that belief.
I wept within.
I knew a beautiful woman whose face was horribly disfigured in an accident. She did not hide anything and was made genuinely beautiful by the love of her husband and their children. Love, a true agape' love. The kind that is so rare in this world.
These women in these pictures, I do not know them well enough to truly weep for them but looking at them, I will say that unlike the base, worthless and disgustingly vapid libtards here, these women deserve not the benefit of the doubt when it comes to dating and finding happiness but rather the honesty of what true love is. I knew a girl decades ago in school. She was burned terribly in a fire. I sometimes wonder if she found happiness in love and life. If there is a God, then she is happy still.
Enough of my rambling. Doubtless there are some folks out there with what amounts to a fetish for such as these women. A fetish is not love. I would hope for more for these girls. Dammit. I need to get out of this thread.
