story part 1. You know, all too soon seemly our children grow up overnight. They get married; some of them go to college. They move away from home to New York and Chicago and to some other places. But the saddest thing about it is that they forget that they have a darling mother back home. So it is I'm thinking about a young man who left and moved away to Germany, and while he was there, he was critically wounded so much so that the doctor said, "that he would never walk again". He had braces on his legs and another sad thing happen to that young man, He lost his mother. And the family tried to get in touch with him but to no avail. And finally we see that young man standing with braces on his legs before a fresh grave, with on faded rose in his hand. As he began to drop the peddles from the rose on that grace, he began to talk to his mother. These are some of the words he was saying to his mother:.