two stories to touch ur heart

>STORY NUMBER ONE:
>
>Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't
famous
>for
>anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in
>everything
>from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
>
>Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a
good
>reason.
>Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept
Big
>Al out
>of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him
very
>well.
>Not only was the money big, but also Eddie got special dividends. For
>instance,
>he and his family
>occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences
>of
>the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City
>block.
>
>Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration
>to the atrocities that went on around him.
>
>Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved
dearly.
>
>Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything:
clothes,
>cars and
>a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And,
despite
> his
>involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right
from
>wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
>
>Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he
couldn't
>give
>his son; he couldn't pass on a good name and a good example.
>
>One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted
to
>rectify
>wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and
tell the
>truth
>about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name and offer his
son
>some
>semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against
The
>Mob,
>and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.
>
>Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a
>lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the
greatest
>gift
>he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay.
>
>Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious
medallion
>and
>a poem clipped from a magazine.
>
>The poem read:
>
>The clock of life is wound but once And no man has the power To tell
>just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. Now is the only
time
>you
>own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the
clock
>may
>soon be still.
>
>
>-----STORY NUMBER TWO:
>
>World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant
Commander
>Butch
>O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier
Lexington
>in the
>South Pacific.
>
>One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was
airborne,
>he
>looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to
top
>off his
>fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and
get
>back to
>his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier.
>
>Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the
fleet. As
>he
>was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his
blood
>cold, a
>squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the
American
>fleet.
>
>The American fighters were gone on a mission, and the fleet was all
but
>defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in
time to
>save
>the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger.
There
>was only
>one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
>
>Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the
formation
>of
>Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in,
>attacking
>one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of
the
>now
>broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all
his
>ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault.
>
>He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of
damaging
>as
>many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly.
>
>Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another
direction.
>Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to
the
>carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event
surrounding
>his
>return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the
tale.
>It
>showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He
had in
>fact
>destroyed five enemy aircraft.
>
>This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch
became the
>Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the
>Congressional
>Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the
age
>of 29.
>His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade,
and
>today,
>O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this
great
>man.
>
>So the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some
>thought to
>visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of
Honor.
>It's
>located between Terminals 1 and 2.
>
>SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
>
>Butch O'Hare was Easy Eddie's son.
>