The Ultimate Sacrifice of a Mother’s Love

Dear Richard,

When I read this message that you thoughtfully shared with me via email, tears just filled my eyes. In fact, I sobbed . . . and I had never been so touched by any story (true or otherwise). Such a TRUE story ought to be shared globally. I will use this story in my blog to tell the world of the basic goodness of mankind . . . that great emotion we loosely called LOVE . . . in the manner that in this DNA age we have lost its essential meaning!

God Bless


On 27/03/2012, at 1:01 AM, Richard Tay wrote:

A mother’s Love For Her Child Knows No Bounds . . .

This is a true story of a Mother’s sacrifice during the China Earthquake. 

A Mother’s Herart Under Heaven

After the earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshipping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.

He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reason, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his hand through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,  “A child! There is a child!”The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice to save her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.The medical doctor came quickly to examine the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said, “If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passed around from one hand to another. Everyone that read the message wept.

“If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.”

Such is the mother’s love for her child!

Here’s another touching story in nature depicting a mother’s love . . .

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno’s damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother’s wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast…because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.

‘He will cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you will find refuge.’ (Psalm 91:4) 


One thought on “The Ultimate Sacrifice of a Mother’s Love

  1. Jenny Prayoonrat

    I am a mother of three too. I’m really moved by the love of secrifice mothers in China and a bird mother in Yellowstone. I am gathering true stories to tell children on this coming mother’s day in Thailand, Ausgust 12.

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