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Subject: Her Arms - Devotional
Date Posted: 4/7/2010 10:39 AM ET
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I have read this several times off and on but everytime I do, it hits me again and I wanted to share.  Whose arms or legs can we be today?


Bob Butler lost his legs in a 1965 land mine explosion in Vietnam. He
returned home a war hero. Twenty years later, he proved once again that
heroism comes from the heart.

Butler was working in his garage in a small town in Arizona on a hot summer
day; when he heard a woman's screams coming from a nearby house. He began
rolling his wheelchair toward the house but the dense shrubbery wouldn't
allow him access to the back door. So he got out of his chair and started
to crawl through the dirt and bushes.

?I had to get there?, he says. ?It didn't matter how much it hurt?. When
Butler arrived at the pool there was a three-year-old girl named Stephanie
Hanes lying at the bottom. She had been born without arms and had fallen
in the water and couldn't swim. Her mother stood over her baby screaming
frantically. Butler dove to the bottom of the pool and brought little
Stephanie up to the deck. Her face was blue; she had no pulse and was not

Butler immediately went to work performing CPR to revive her while
Stephanie's mother telephoned the fire department. She was told the
paramedics were already out on a call. Helplessly, she sobbed and hugged
Butler's shoulder.

As Butler continued with his CPR, he calmly reassured her. Don't worry, he
said. ?I was her arms to get out of the pool. It'll be okay. I am now her
lungs. Together we can make it?.

Seconds later the little girl coughed, regained consciousness, and began
to cry. As they hugged and rejoiced together the mother asked Butler how
he knew it would be okay. The truth is, ?I didn't know?, he told her. ?But
when my legs were blown off in the war, I was all alone in a field. No one
was there to help except a little Vietnamese girl. As she struggled to
drag me into her village, she whispered in broken English, 'It okay. You
can live. I be your legs. Together we make it'?. Her kind words brought
hope to my soul and I wanted to do the same for Stephanie.

There are simply those times when we cannot stand alone. There are those
times when we need someone to be our legs, our arms, our friend.

Author Unknown