tom_munson_story_vietnam

Chapter 1 -3-
On Mother’s Day most people honor their mothers
with phone calls, flowers or a gift. Mother’s Day came for
Tom Munson when he was thirty years old and went to see
his mother for the first time. With trembling heart he approached
the apartment building where she lived, pushed the
buzzer and waited. The voice he had longed to hear all his life
came through the intercom, “Yes?”
He identified himself as a minister out of Clearwater, Florida
and said he wanted to talk with her.
Her curt response dismissed him, “I’m kind of busy right
now.”
Again he pushed the buzzer and again she responded,
irritably this time, “What do you want?” “Do you remember
a Tommy Lawrence McCoy?”
This time her voice was trembulous, “I--I’ll be right
down.”
While he waited for the mother he didn’t know, the
mother who had abandoned him when he was an infant,
Tom thought of all the foster homes where he had lived,
the loneliness, the fear of being rejected time after time. He
would just get used to one family when, without warning or
explanation, he would be sent to a new home. Each family
talked about loving him but failed to keep him, nonetheless.
How he longed for a mother and father to love him enough
to keep him.
When he was nine, he came home from school and found
Republished by Witnessing Made Easy 2018