There was this story that I just read. After reading the story, I felt like I wanna cry. I felt sorry to the parents of this soldier and salute to that soldier. I could say how this son love his parents to the extent of ending his life just not to be a burden to his parents. Here's the story and hopefully you can learn lesson from it.

During the Vietnam war, a young man was wounded just as his tour of duty was about to end, and he was preparing for his trip home. He called his mother one night to say he’d be home in a few days, and wondered if it would be okay to bring home a friend he’d met in the hospital. The friend, he explained, had lost both legs to land a mine, and had no friends or family, and would otherwise have to stay at the hospital alone. After an awkward pause, the mother said, “Honey, you know how your father is about things like that.” She apologized, and said it wasn’t a good time, and expressed her doubts that she would be able to handle the special needs of the young ma anyway. “That’s okay mom,” her son replied, “I wouldn’t want to put any extra burden on you. I love you. Bye.” A few days later, the mother received a visit from a military representative, reporting the tragic news that her son had been found dead in a motel room, killed by a self-inflicted gunshot wound. When the young man’s body arrived home, his mother’s tears turned to uncontrollable sobbing, and her grief inconsolable: she saw that both of her son’s legs were missing—having been blown off by a land mine in combat. We should always be kind and generous in word and deed, even to the point of inconvenience and self-sacrifice. Not only because our Lord expects us to represent Him in that light, after He did so much more for us; but also because we never know how someone else’s life might be impacted by the decisions we make.

"When we stand before the judgment seat of Christ, we will retain only two things of any value: What He gave us, and what we did with what He gave us."