Just a little over a year later, the young man's father was watching a play with his wife and some friends. His life had been stressful, and the night was relaxing to his soul. Yet, all was not well, for the rescuer's younger brother sneaked into the booth where the young man's father sat and shot him in the back of the head. The young man's father died. It was tremendous time of grief for his wife, and, people say she lost her mind, for only one of "her men" outlived her, and so she had to mourn at the grave far to often. The young man's brothers all died before adulthood. Her husband got murdered. The only one of "her men" who outlived her was her one son, who had been rescued at the train platform.
The rescuer was horrified at the actions of his younger brother, the murderer. One thing of comfort to him was a personal letter of commendation from a friend in the army who told him who the young man was he rescued. Later, the General of the army, one Ulysses S Grant, sent a letter of gratitude to him as well, for he was friends with the young man's dad.
The young man was Robert Todd Lincoln, and he fell off the platform, but was rescued by Edwin Booth. A year or so later, Edwin's younger brother was radicalized to the point of murder and assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, i.e. Robert's dad. Thanks to the actions of Edwin, Robert was around to take care of his mother in her old age, for all the other men in her life had died of various causes.
Maybe your a Booth, so what, your name doesn't define you, you define it. Better yet, surrender it to God and let him define it for you.
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