A story is told about a soldier named John, who was finally coming home after having fought valiantly in the heart of Vietnam. For months, he had endured the relentless battles and the harsh realities of war, yearning for the day when he could return to the embrace of his family. The day of his departure from Vietnam finally arrived, and he was flown to San Francisco, from where he would make his way back to his parents’ home.
The moment the plane landed, John’s heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had been through so much, seen things that no one should ever have to witness, and he longed for the comforts of home. Gathering his belongings, he reached for the payphone and dialed the familiar number. The voice on the other end was unmistakably his mother’s, and her joy at hearing her son’s voice was evident.
“Mom and Dad,” John began, “I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask.”
His parents, eager to grant their son’s request, anxiously awaited his arrival.