My Own Teddy Bear

I’m an old man, but I fondly remember my teddy bear, although it was a large rabbit. Big deal. But those bears teach us something as we face the trials of growing up. We need to love and be loved, especially in the dark of night. And so, after we are grown and our teddy bears have fallen apart, we find ourselves keeping our eyes open for a human teddy bear to snuggle up to on a cold night.

Often cynics lament, “Life is cruel!”  While this can be true, it doesn’t have to remain so. This is a story of two young people, living 3,000 miles apart, who could have made that lament their theme song. One was born with a horrible facial disfigurement; the other was born to a woman who didn’t want him, but couldn’t figure out a face-saving way to get rid of him. These are their stories about how love made them victorious over their difficult situations. You will cheer with them over their triumphs.

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