Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
Some
years
ago
on
a
hot
summer
day
in
south
Florida
a
little
boy
decided
to
go
for
a
swim
in
the
old
swimming
hole
behind
his
house
.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out of the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
In
a
hurry
to
dive
into
the
cool
water
,
he
ran
out
of
the
back
door
,
leaving
behind
shoes
,
socks
,
and
shirt
as
he
went
.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, a crocodile was swimming toward him.
He
flew
into
the
water
,
not
realizing
that
as
he
swam
toward
the
middle
of
the
lake
,
a
crocodile
was
swimming
toward
him
.
His mother in the house was looking out of the window and saw the two.
His
mother
in
the
house
was
looking
out
of
the
window
and
saw
the
two
.
In great fear, she ran toward the water, shouting to her son as loudly as she could.
In
great
fear
,
she
ran
toward
the
water
,
shouting
to
her
son
as
loudly
as
she
could
.
Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother.
Hearing
her
voice
,
the
little
boy
became
alarmed
and
made
a
U-turn
to
swim
to
his
mother
.
It was too late.
It
was
too
late
.
Just as he reached her, the crocodile reached him.
Just
as
he
reached
her
,
the
crocodile
reached
him
.
From the shore, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the crocodile snatched his legs.
From
the
shore
,
the
mother
grabbed
her
little
boy
by
the
arms
just
as
the
crocodile
snatched
his
legs
.
That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two.
That
began
an
incredible
tug-of-war
between
the
two
.
The crocodile was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.
The
crocodile
was
much
stronger
than
the
mother
,
but
the
mother
was
much
too
passionate
to
let
go
.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard their screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the crocodile.
A
farmer
happened
to
drive
by
,
heard
their
screams
,
raced
from
his
truck
,
took
aim
and
shot
the
crocodile
.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived.
Remarkably
,
after
weeks
and
weeks
in
the
hospital
,
the
little
boy
survived
.
His legs were extremely scarred by the attack of the animal.
His
legs
were
extremely
scarred
by
the
attack
of
the
animal
.
And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.
And
,
on
his
arms
,
were
deep
scratches
where
his
mother
's
fingernails
dug
into
his
flesh
in
her
effort
to
hang
on
to
the
son
she
loved
.
The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy, asked if he would show him his scars.
The
newspaper
reporter
,
who
interviewed
the
boy
,
asked
if
he
would
show
him
his
scars
.
The boy lifted his legs.
The
boy
lifted
his
legs
.
And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms.
And
then
,
with
obvious
pride
,
he
said
to
the
reporter
,
``
But
look
at
my
arms
.
I have great scars on my arms, too.
I
have
great
scars
on
my
arms
,
too
.
I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."
I
have
them
because
my
Mom
would
n't
let
go
.
''
Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they were made.
Never
judge
another
person
's
scars
,
because
you
do
n't
know
how
they
were
made
.
Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out of the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.  He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, a crocodile was swimming toward him. His mother in the house was looking out of the window and saw the two. In great fear, she ran toward the water, shouting to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the crocodile reached him. From the shore, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the crocodile snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The crocodile was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard their screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the crocodile.  Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.  The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."  Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they were made.