do you think

Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.
I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange... very strange. Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father-God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone: "Do you think I’ll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.
"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out: "Tommy! I don’t think you’ll ever find him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report, I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often. I hear you are sick!" I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?"
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
"What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Like what?"
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real ‘biggies’ in life."
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, " is something you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!) He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, ‘But he will find you.’ I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time." (My "clever" line. He thought about that a lot!) "But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, then I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.
But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.
Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn’t really care... about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: ‘The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.’ So I began with the hardest one: my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him.
"Dad"...
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"Well, talk."
"I mean... it’s really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me and said with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him: "The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.
And we talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me. It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was only sorry about one thing: that I had waited so long. Here I was just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.
Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, ‘C’mon, jump through. C’mon, I’ll give you three days... three weeks.’ Apparently God does things in his own way and at his own hour. But the important thing is that he was there. He found me.
You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for him."
"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that. He said, 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.’ Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing, it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell them."
"Oooh... I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call." In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it.
He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed.
He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time. "I’m not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you... tell the whole world for me?"
"I will, Tom.  I’ll tell them.  I’ll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven:  I told them, Tommy... as best I could

act of kindness

He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country.
He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you m'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm. By the way, my name is Joe."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been alright with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Joe added "...and think of me".
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes, when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be alright, I love you Joe."
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Contributed by Lee Ryan Miller from his personal collection of inspirational stories received via email.

ten simple rule for date

Some thoughtful information for those who are daughters, were daughters, have daughters, intend to have daughters, or intend to date a daughter.
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: you may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: When it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like change the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Now go, and have a nice time...

is life worth sustaining

Late one evening in 1956 after watching the movie "The Ten Commandments" in a theater, a 22-year-old woman walked home alone in the dark – but she would not make it to the house before eight young men would brutally beat and rape her in the streets.
The woman, Ann, recalled the horrifying sexual assault in a video about her experience in St. Louis, Mo.
"I walked home which was about eight blocks, and when I got close to home there was a used car lot, and there were eight men in there," she said. "They grabbed me and attacked me. And I made it home after they attacked me and beat me up and did a few other things."
A child conceived in rape
Already shaken by the traumatic sexual assault, Ann made a shocking discovery when she went to stay with her parents in Jackson, Miss.
"At that time, I didn't know I was pregnant," she said. "Three months later, I found out I was, and my parents didn't want me to have the baby, let alone keep it."
Her mother insisted that she have an abortion. But Ann adamantly refused.
"I didn't believe in destroying her, so I had her," Ann said in the video. "And they forced me to give her up."
Now that little baby, Juda Myers, is grown and shares her inspirational story of life.
"She knew I was a human," Myers told WND. "She said she couldn't kill a kitten or a puppy, much less a human baby."
A Methodist minister and a Catholic priest were instrumental in helping Ann follow through with her plan to deliver the baby. The priest took Ann to a Catholic charity in Shreveport, La., where Myers was born.
"She gave me up for adoption," Myers said. "She didn't want to do that, but under the circumstances she had to."
When Ann was recuperating in the home following childbirth, an elderly lady brought the new baby to see her. Ann held the baby often, but when Myers was only 3 months old, she was adopted by another family.
Ann was given a photograph, and it remained her only memory of her baby for 48 years.
Myers' new parents were open about the adoption and told the little girl she was adopted at a very young age.
"My adoptive parents always told me that I was very special because I had two sets of parents," she said. "They insisted on letting me know that I was loved. I did wonder why I was given up."
In 2005, almost 49 years later, Myers contacted an agency to help her find her birth mother.
"I wanted to be able to research her address and go there to thank her for giving me life," Myers said. "I wanted to be able to get those words out before she'd say, 'I don't want to have anything to do with you. Leave me alone.'
"All I wanted in life was to thank this woman for giving birth to me."
But Ann called Myers in December and left a voicemail message before Myers could acquire the address.
She said, "Hi, this is Ann, and I'm interested in what you have to say. I'm sorry I missed you. If you're my long-lost daughter, God bless you. If you're not, give me a call anyway. I'd love to know what you want. God bless you, too."
Myers immediately called Ann, but Ann could not hear her because a group was Christmas caroling in the background.
"I asked, 'Is this Ann?'" Myers recalled. "She said, 'Honey, you are going to have to speak up. I can't hear you.'"
"I shouted, 'As far as I know, I'm your daughter!'"
Ann broke into tears.
"While I was saying this, the choir was in the background singing 'Gloria,'" Myers said with a chuckle.
She arranged to fly to her birth mother's nursing home, but she was apprehensive about the reunion. Would Myers' features remind Ann of her attackers on that horrific night?
"I have bright blue eyes, and I was so afraid that my mother probably would have had brown eyes," she said. "I thought I might look like one of the rapists, and I didn't want to meet her looking like him."
But when Myers approached the reception desk, she heard, "Juda?"
"I turned around, and I saw the brightest blue eyes," she recalled. "It was just amazing to be able to see eyes that resembled mine. It was a surreal moment."
Ann sat in her wheelchair, clutching the photo of her little baby.   "She was holding that picture in her hands after 48 years," Myers said. "She had never let it go."
Message of forgiveness and life 
After speaking with her birth mother for more than an hour, Myers asked Ann about the circumstances of her conception. Ann explained that she had been raped by eight young men one night outside of a used car lot in St. Louis when she walked home from the movie. "I was on my knees, and I was crying," Myers said. "I put my head in her lap and cried."
But Ann's reaction to her daughter's weeping astonished Myers. "She just patted me and said, 'Honey, stop crying. I've forgiven those men."
She continued, "Look what God has done. He's brought you back to me. God is faithful."   When Myers returned home, she wrote a song for her mother and recorded it on a CD. She titled it "God is Faithful."

"On Valentine's Day, which is my birthday, I went back, and I gave her that song as a gift," Myers said. "As she listened to the song, she just stared at me.
"In my entire life, I have never felt that kind of love. It was the most incredible moment."
Myers said her mother is her "hero" for forgiving her eight attackers and allowing her baby to live.
Because of Ann's decision to save the life of one baby 53 years ago, five people are alive today – including Myer's one-week-old grandbaby. She now has two sons and two grandsons.
Myers' son, Jason, daughter-in-law, Veronica,  and new grandbaby, Jackson (photo below, by Juda Myers).
Myers, a singer, songwriter, artist and author, wrote a book about her experience titled, "Hostile Conception: Living With A Purpose."
"The main thrust of the book is how to forgive any offense, because my mom forgave," she said. "I forgave."
Now, Myers shares that message, seeking to inspire people wherever she goes. She has been to South Africa and is planning a trip to orphanages in India to share her music and testimony of God's love.
She has accepted an invitation from Harvard Right to Life to speak at Harvard University on Oct. 20. Myers also plans to accompany Molly White, founder and director of Women for Life International, to the United Nation's Commission on the Status of Women's Conference.
Conceived in rape and dedicated to sharing her story of life and forgiveness, Myers urges women to choose life instead of abortion.
She told WND she has an important message for women who experience unplanned pregnancies: "If you ever find yourself in this situation, be a hero."

DONT HOPE ,FRIEND DECIDE

While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about. You know, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly? Well, this one occurred a mere two feet away from me! Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jetway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First, he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, and movingly loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, diverted his eyes, and replied softly, "Me too, Dad!"
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe 9) and while cupping his son's face in his hands he said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug. His son said nothing. No reply was necessary.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one and a half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi babygirl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder and remained motionless in total pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then quietly said, "I love you so much!". They stared into each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant, they reminded me of newlyweds but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't be. I puzzled about it for a moment, then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I were invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?"
"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face.
"Well then, how long have you been away?" I asked. The man finally looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile and told me, "Two whole days!"
Two days?! I was stunned! I was certain by the intensity of the greeting I just witnessed that he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not months, and I know my expression betrayed me. So, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"
The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with an intensity that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope friend...decide." Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!". With that, he and his family turned and energetically strode away together.
I was still watching that special man and his exceptional family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?" Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!"

BEST DAY OF LIFE

In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here.
It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover. Silent as a mouse, he patiently opened the long buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive in his heart than his present aloneness.
Setting aside one of the dusty albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's childhood. He could not recall ever having seen it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal. Why did Elizabeth always save the children's old junk? he wondered, shaking his white head.
Opening the yellowed pages, he glanced over a short reading, and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul. It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up far too fast in this very house, and whose voice had grown fainter and fainter over the years. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of a guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost totally forgotten.
Entry after entry stirred a sentimental hunger in his heart like the longing a gardener feels in the winter for the fragrance of spring flowers. But it was accompanied by the painful memory that his son's simple recollections of those days were far different from his own. But how different?
Reminded that he had kept a daily journal of his business activities over the years, he closed his son's journal and turned to leave, having forgotten the cherished photo that originally triggered his search. Hunched over to keep from bumping his head on the rafters, the old man stepped to the wooden stairway and made his descent, then headed down a carpeted stairway that led to the den.
Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out an old business journal. Turning, he sat down at his desk and placed the two journals beside each other. His was leather-bound and engraved neatly with his name in gold, while his son's was tattered and the name Jimmy had been nearly scuffed from its surface. He ran a long skinny finger over the letters, as though he could restore what had been worn away with time and use.
As he opened his journal, the old man's eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words:
Wasted the whole day fishing with Jimmy. Didn't catch a thing.
With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took Jimmy's journal and found the boy's entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters, pressed deeply into the paper, read:
Went fishing with my Dad. Best day of my life.
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The story you just read is the introduction for To A Child Love is Spelled T-I-M-E.
It was written by co-author Lance Wubbels, a best selling author for many popular inspirational books. Watch the short movie (below) featuring this story

BEING RICH

We prowled through the second hand bookstore, the day after Christmas, just my husband, Louie, our daughters, Jenny and Helen, and me. This was a precious time for us, because we would be splitting up as a family, again, in just a couple of days.
It had been a tough eight months since my husband had retired from the Navy. As plotters and planners, we had manipulated the "military system," while on active duty, as much as we could, trying to prevent a long, dreaded absence from one another. Now, here we were, retired, and we were eight months into our longest separation.
When my husband retired, we discovered that the only job available for him was in the city of Norfolk, Virginia. Our dream was to live out the rest of our lives in the mountains of southwestern Virginia, six and a half hours away. My health had gotten so bad, that it was impossible for me to stay with Louie in the city. We had settled for a separation, praying that a job would become available in the beautiful region that we love.
So, there we were, delaying the inevitable, passing time in a second hand bookstore, before the girls and I headed back to southwest Virginia. We were as broke as we'd ever been, supporting two households; yet we were grateful to be together, and we seized every opportunity for extra hugs, shared daydreams and laughter.
There was only one other person in the bookstore, besides the proprietor, a lovely, well-dressed, woman, about my age. I noticed her clothes, her shoes, and her expensive handbag, and I wondered what it would be like, to be rich enough to walk into a bookstore and have the money to buy any book my heart desired. But we were having so much fun, that I quickly forgot the woman.
We joked as we continued our treasure hunt, clutching our spending money of five dollars apiece, all hoping to be the first to find the oldest, least expensive book. It was a bittersweet excursion. Frequently Louie and I would brush past one another, finding excuses to touch or to give on another's hand an extra squeeze.
Jenny remembered, that there was an ATM machine, not far from the bookstore, and she decided that she needed another twenty dollars that she had squirreled away.
"No fair!" I cried, laughing. "The rest of us can only spend five dollars, and here you're going to have twenty-five dollars?!"
We all laughed, and we began to tease Jenny, mercilessly, but she was able to convince her Dad that she must have the $20, in order to get that irresistible book.
"Come on, Jenny," Louie laughed. "I'll drive you to the ATM."
Then we did another round of hugging and kissing, none of us wanting to be apart for even a few minutes.
Soon Louie and I would be saying "good-bye." We couldn't resist the opportunity to assure one another of our love, and our faith that our separation would soon come to an end. It must have been a curious ballet, this demonstrative family scene, but we were oblivious to what others might think.
Military families seem to fall into two categories: those who look for affectionate opportunities, and those who avoid close contact, because "good-byes" are painful. I have to admit that we're a pretty "huggy-kissy" family, so unmindful of anyone else, we continued to give kisses and hugs all around. In our military career, we had become painfully aware, that anything can happen during even the briefest separation. But now, as I look back, I realize how odd me must have looked.
Finally, in between another hug and kiss, I saw the perfect book for me! It was one hundred years old, and it was on my favorite time period, the Middle Ages. Oh, how I wanted that book! I quickly checked the inside cover for the price, and my heart fell. It was twenty-five dollars! We just didn't have it. I looked up at Louie, already knowing the answer.
He must have wanted me to have that book. I could see the pain in his eyes. Louie reached out and gave me an extra hug. I understood his "honey, we just can't afford it" message. I leaned into his sheltering arms, and I saw that the well-dressed lady was also touching the book that I wanted. Ah well, let her have it. I gave Louie and extra hug, and half serious, I murmured, as my eyes locked with hers.
"Oooohh, I wish I were rich!"
"It looks to me, as though you already are," she said with a smile.
There was a pause that stretched through eternity, and my heart filled with comprehension. I looked up at my husband, and I gazed at my daughters, wrapped as we were in the arms of love, and I knew it. I was rich. Very rich. I quickly turned to thank the woman for her gentle reminder, but she was gone!
Who was she? I'll never know. But what she did for my outlook, was nothing short of miraculous. I will never forget her. Where did she disappear to? I can't say.
Strangely enough, within days, my husband received a job offer in southwestern Virginia. In less than two weeks, he was hired and we moved to the place that is now our home. The job notice had been sent out two days before Christmas, even as we hugged and kissed and wished in that bookstore. Even as I heard the words, "It looks to me, as though you already are," events were already in motion to unite our family.
I am quite certain that it was all part of God's plan, to remind me of what being "rich" is all about... faith, love, family, and friends. And when I get to heaven, I will not be at all surprised to discover that God sent an angel to a second hand bookstore, in Norfolk, Virginia, to give me his richest message, the day after Christmas, many years ago.

THOUGHT OF MOTHERHOOD

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... that somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... that somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring... that somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"... that somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices... that somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother... that somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first... that somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books... that somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery... that somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back... that somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... that somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... that somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... that somebody isn't a mother.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
to every Mother on every day of the year!

BEING A MOTHER -- TAHIR ALOM

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too, and she would love to spend some time with you."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said...
"I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.  Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time, "I LOVE YOU."
And to give our loved ones the time they deserve.  Because nothing is more important in life than family... and they shouldn't be put off until "some other time.”

A STORY OF TRAGEDY AND TRIMUH

Brothers Michael and Chris were both born in the early 1960s and grew up in a mostly black neighborhood in Richmond, California, right outside of San Francisco.
Both boys were well behaved in school and brought home mostly A's on their report cards all through grade school.
But coming from a working-class family with eight children, money was always tight, so the boys often had to go without. In fact, things were so tight, the two growing boys were often hungry.
So they did what many boys do when they're hungry and have no food - they stole. From the time they were five until they were well out of high school, the boys stole. They stole crackers from the cupboard in the middle of the night... they stole cookies from the grocery store... and they stole sandwiches from the sandwich shop.
If it wasn't nailed down and was worth something, Michael and Chris would find a way to steal it. They even stole money from their parents from time to time. But more often than not, they stole to satisfy their hunger.
When it was time for Michael and Chris to attend high school, they were bused across town to Kennedy High School. It was during high school that something happened that made Chris decide to change his behavior. At the end of his freshman year in high school, Chris had received three A's and three F's on his report card - the first time he had failed anything in school.
Because Kennedy High School only allowed three failures over four years, one more F and Chris would be kicked out of school. That's when he made up his mind to change. Years later Chris would recall that defining moment in his life with these words:
"I sat outside my house at the beginning of that summer knowing that I was letting my chance slip away. One more F and I'd be just another high school dropout, hanging around the neighborhood, hoping to get on with the county or to get into the service.
"At the time I didn't know my brother Rusty would end up in prison... or that my brother Harold would die without having seen much of the world. I certainly didn't know what would happen to Michael. I only knew that I had to get out of there. I wanted to see San Francisco every day, to pick out my own clothes, drive my own car, and be whatever a man could hope to be, not just a black man, not just a man from the flats of Richmond. I wanted no limitations. I wanted to be whatever a man could hope to be."
Chris' decision to change his behavior wasn't an easy one. He took a lot of grief from his friends for choosing to excel in school, instead of squeaking by with C's and D's. But that decision to change took him in an entirely different direction from his brother Michael, who resisted changing his unproductive behavior.
Chris went on to graduate from high school... graduate from college... and graduate from law school. For 15 years he worked as a Deputy District Attorney in Los Angeles, California, prosecuting murderers, drug dealers, gang members and crooked cops. Today Chris is better known as Christopher. You probably recognize him by his full name - Christopher Darden, one of the lead prosecutors in the trial of the century, the O. J. Simpson trial!
What became of Christopher's brother, Michael? After high school Michael joined the army and returned to his hometown shortly after his tour of duty. Back in Richmond, Michael continued his pattern of anti-social behavior - hustling in the streets... and stealing to support himself and a growing drug habit. On November 29, 1995, Michael Darden died at the age of 42... from AIDS.
This story of triumph and tragedy serves to remind us that when it's all said and done, who we are and what we become is determined by the choices we make.
We can choose to get better... or we can choose to get bitter. Whether we make those choices to improve at age 14, like Christopher Darden... or at age 64, like Colonel Sanders, those choices have the power to dramatically increase our value in virtually everything we do.
That's what the saying "change... or be changed" is all about. Christopher Darden changed. He changed from being a criminal... to prosecuting criminals.
He changed his attitude from being angry and sullen... to being open and accepting.
He changed from an underachiever... to an honor student who took responsibility for his grades and his education.
He changed from a disillusioned teen-ager with low self-esteem... to an optimistic young man determined to turn his dreams into reality.
His brother Michael, on the other hand, was changed. He was changed by grinding poverty... he was changed by the code of the streets ... he was changed by illegal drugS... and finally, he was changed by an insidious disease.
Christopher Darden made the tough choices... he made the changes in his life that helped him accomplish his dreams.
His brother Michael, on the other hand, took the easy way out - or at least what he thought was the easy way out. He kept hanging around the same group of loser friends... he kept practicing the same self-destructive habits. As a result of the changes they did or did not make, both men chose their fates: Christopher chose to became a successful prosecutor. And Michael chose to become just another sad story of the streets.
The sobering truth is, "Either way, you pay!" The truth is the price that Michael paid for refusing to change was much higher than the price that Christopher paid for seeking to change.
I'd like to think that Michael didn't die in vain. I'd like to think that by hearing this story, some people will finally understand the profound importance of making positive, productive changes in their lives.
When it's all said and done, you have a choice.
You can choose to become Michael.
Or you can choose to become Christopher.
You can continue to do the things that will lead to frustration and unhappiness.
Or you can make the changes that help you get what you want most out of life.
Don't choose to become like so many people who COULD HAVE become a millionaire... or who COULD HAVE become happier... or who COULD HAVE become healthier... or who COULD HAVE made a contribution - but didn't. Start making the changes you need to make TODAY... so that you can become the person you want to become TOMORROW

A BROTHER HANDS

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines. They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will support you."
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated over and over, "No ... no ... no ... no."
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late."
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.
One day, long ago, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

TAHIR ALOM
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1000 MARBELS

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
I'm a Ham radio operator and spend some time working with radios and electronics. So when I heard this story it really made me think! I hope that you will find some application in your own life as well...
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles."
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."
He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain his theory of "a thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."
"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."
"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to roundup 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."
"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast.
This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.
"C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
HAVE A GREAT WEEK... and may ALL of your Saturdays be special!

1000 MARBLES

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
I'm a Ham radio operator and spend some time working with radios and electronics. So when I heard this story it really made me think! I hope that you will find some application in your own life as well...
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles."
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."
He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain his theory of "a thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."
"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail," he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."
"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to roundup 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."
"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast.
This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss.
"C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
HAVE A GREAT WEEK... and may ALL of your Saturdays be special!

BECAUSE OF LOVE

A brother and sister had made their usual hurried, obligatory pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses.
The farm was where they had grown up and had been named "Lone Pine Farm" because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm. Through the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside.
The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.
The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in the mornings and a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.
Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks, "Why do you not at least dispose of 'The Old One.' She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves. How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?"
The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, " Yes, I could use a pair of new boots."
His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."
Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley.
The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks. How is it that these young folks do not understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts?
So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One."
In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss.
By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled together before the barn. They were speechless as they rose from the cold snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to the firemen as there was nothing anyone could do now.
The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared... and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us."
And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy  hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered hand.
The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them.
Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.
Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light.
Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd... safe.
At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she  moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his  wife.
Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift.
Because of love. Only Because of love.
Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy... and again the peace of love filled their hearts.
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This is a true story that was sent to a small group of people. It was forwarded to us. Our hope is that it will make your day just a little bit better.
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"Dear God, I pray for the cure of cancer. Amen."
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A LOVE STORY ON TRUST....

waqt hai 1996 ka ek ladka KANHA apne ma-papa ke sath jabalpur mein kadam rakhta hai,tarikh wohj aaj b na bhula hoga 23 june 1996 ka din ganganagar jabalpur ka rahwasi bane,pas ke hi ek school mein pitaji ne dakhila dilwa diya,woh school us 9 saal ke ladke ka turning point bana,12 july 1996 ko pahli bar school ki kaksha CHATURTH mein kadam rakha ,didiji mrs. vinita sachdeva par nazar na padkar ek cute moti si bachchi par nazar pad gayi,bas kya tha ,bachpan mein hi pyar kar baithe KANHA ji,ab bat ainse to suru hogi nahi ,fir bhi dimag tha hajiri lagte samay name pata kiya RADHA name mila,bas baju wali desk par baithte -baithte dekhte dekhte saal gujar diya,ab kaksha PANCHAM mein pahunch ladka avval aya aur bat suru ki,achcha laga ,koi mila hai,6th avval chahat ne dilaya,aur kaksha SAPTAM mein woh din aya ,jo shayad ana hi nahi tha,radha ji ne kisi aur se ijhar kar diya us wali umar mein,aur hamare KANHA ji anadar hi andar toot gaye,radha ji ka pyar gopi bana,aur fir kya tha ek ijjatdar school ke liye ye baat apmanjanak sabit hui,aur radha ji se bat karna hi band kar diya na sirf class ne balki swayam unke gopi ne,samay badhta ja raha raha tha,lekin KANHA top jaise vardan lekar hi aaye the ki RADHA unki hai aur rahegi,kaksha dasham mein pahunchkar kuchh ye pata chala KANHA fir avval aye lekin ab woh khushi nahi,kaksha EKADASH mein vishay parivartanm hua ,aur shayad radhaji ko pata chala ki KANHA ki pasanmd hain woh,ab radhaji ji asmanjas mein thi ,lekin kuchh to karna tha ,kyunki kanha unke pakke sakha ban chukle the,aur radha ji ne wahi kiya jo ek samajhdar ladki ko karna chahiye tha,

school ke din khatm hue ,KANHA ji dropper hue ENGINEERING ki taiyari ke liye radha ji b.com,aur gopi b. sc,aur achanak ek din coaching se lout te waqt nazar takrai,dono ruke kuchh bat hui to number liya woh samay tha 27 aug 2005,bas batcheet ka dour jari tha,KANHA kisi achche SHASKIYA ABHIYANTRIKI MAJHAVIDYALAYA mein dakhila le chuke the,aur 23 nov. 2006 ko pahli bar ijhar kiya ,aur radhaji ka uttar kuchh yun tha-"ghar walo ke khilaf kabhi nahi ja sakte hum woh hamari jaan le lenge humein muaff kardo KANHA"shayad ye sach bhi tha,lekin kanha gopi-radha ke liye galat fahmi bana chuke the,agali mulakat kachhpura pul par 29 sep. 2007 ko9 hui kanha ka janmdin,ek dairy milk di gayi,shaya woh aaj bhi KANHA apni diary mein rakhta hai,
lekin kanha ka bewkoof dimag ye samjh nahi pa raha tha ki woh kya kare,kyunki man mein galat fahmi banakar baitha tha,shayad woh ye bhi na janta tha ki KANHA ki MOHABBAT ke karan woh gopi ko rakhi bandh chuki lekin kanha ko sweekar nahi kiya hai abhi tak,

9 june 2010 ko woh waqt aya ki dono (KANHA-RADHA) movie dekhne gaye ,lekin kanha ka dimag na jane kya soch raha tha,aur woh akhiri mulakat 17 july 2010,jab radhaji n saf-saf kah diya ki kanha tum meri jindgi se chale jao,aur kanha wahan se hat gaye ye saoche bina ki shayad koi majboory hogi,(majboory shayad ye thi ki radha ghar se mar khakr aayi thi,) lekin kanha sirf apna swarth dekh rahe the aur,bhala bura bolkar wahan se hat gaye,

kanha ko ek badi ANTAR RASHTRIYA compny ne select kiya,aur waoh chjala gaya bina bataye ,aur achcnak ek din sandesh aya kanha humse na miloge,aur kanha noukri chhodkar wapas aa gaye,lekin unke man mein galatfahmi ghar chuki thi,woh jab bhi unko garha bajar road par jate dekhte to unko lagta ki woh gopi se milne jati hai ,lekin sachchai kuchh yun thi ki us ladki aaj tak us ladke ka ghar nahi dekha hai,usne keval us waqt par gopi se mili jab gopi ke pita ji ka dehant hua tha,lekin us m,anhus ghadi par hi kanha ki nazar unpar pad chuki thi,ye dour 2007 ka tha aur kanha is galat fahmi ke karan bahut bade chain smoker aur bahut bade drinker banke ubhare,

yahan par haal ye tha ki kanha radha ji ko muh par gali bak rahe the is galat fahmi ke karan aur dosto se bhi ulta seedha bolna,bas aur kuchh nahi mujhe dhoka diya mujhe dhoka diya,ladki gandi hai,ye woh jamane bhar ka,kanha ki drink itni badhi ki ek din unka lever kharab hua,

aur 3 saal bad achanak ek msg 14 may 2013 ko aya,KANHA I LOVE YOU ,WILL YOU MARRY ME,
aur dono mile to is galat fahmi ka ye natija hua ki kanha ne na sirf apni zindgi barbad ki balki radha yahan par ghut-ghut kar mar rahi thi,lekin kahani yahan kahan khatm hone wali thi khuda ko kuchh aur hi manjoor tha,
21 july 2013 ko sham dono bat karte hue pakde gaye aur nateejan radha ne mar khayi aur is rishtey se hamesha hamesha ke liye mukt ho gayi,
abhi kahani khatm bhi nahi hui thi ki ek naya toofan aya ,29 july 2013 ko jaise taise dono mein baat ki suruaat hui to pata chala ki dakiyanusi soch bale uske pitaji ne apni jhoothi shaan ko bachane ke liye radha ke ghar par kanha ko na sirfr nashedi balki juari,satoriye ka darja de diya,ye pata us rat hui 6 ghante ki baat mein pata chali.aur na jane kya kya ool-jalool vakya uske dimag mein daal diye gaye,

ainsa laga shayad kanha ko sachchai ye thi ki radha ke pitaji ne uski smriti se kanha ko nikalne ke liye tantra vidya ka upyog karwaya tha,

aur radha ka har vaada jhootha sabit hua jo usne diya sab jhooth,
dono ki kasmein dono ke vaadon ko ladke ko badnam kar dafna diya gaya,aur us kachchi dor ke rishtey ka anth ho gaya.

SMARTY ANMOL

Ye story meri to nhi h but mere brother ki h vo mere bhut close h jo jitna ye dukg uska h utna mera b h. Soo my bro name is vijay uski story ek marriage se start huyi vo actually hamari dii k shadi thi tab vo ladki b vha aayi huyi thi.bhut kubsurat thi.ustime vo ladki 1st year ki student thi or mera bro 12th m tha. Mera bhai to jaise ushe dekhte hi pagal ho gya.vo mere paas aaya or bola payal plz us ladki ka number maang le yrrr.but meine usse kha pagal h kya bhai kisi ladki ka number m q maangu.ushne mujhse request ki plz le le jo tu kahegi vo m karoga.to meine darte huye us ladki se number manga sry dosto m us ladki ka naam mention nhi kar sakti hu to m ushe eshe hi ek naam de deti hu like pari. After our dii marriage,ek din bhai ne unhe call ki unhone b bhai se baat ki dheere dheere pari or vijay bhaiya ek dusre k sath bhut time spend karne lage. Mere bro ki 12th complete ho gyi h and vo b.com karne k liye delhi aa gyabut vo pari se daily baat karta or mujhe call karke batata or mujhse puchta ki pari kaisi h.
Yha ki har baat m ushe batati. after some time bhai ne delhi se apni study chod k vo vapis uttrakhand aa gya qki vo pari k bina nhi rah sakta tha. En logo m sab kuch pahle jaise ho gya tha.bhut pyaar tha pari or vijay bhaiya k beach m jayda se jyada time ek dusre k sath spend karte the ye log isliye bhaiya ne pari ne ghar k paas hi ek room rent p le liya tha taaki pari ko jyda pareshaani naa ho aane jaane m. Eshi tarah dono ne 5 saal ek saath spend kiye.but jaise ladai to pyaar ka ek part ho. Mera brom.com 2nd m year m tha.to ek din pari aayi or ushne vijay se bola ki vo ab bhai k sath nhi rah sakti qki bhai k paas koi income ka source nhi h or vo pari ki demand puri nhi kar paa raha h. Bhai bhut roya ushne pari se kuch time manga but pari nhi maani.bhai m.com 2nd year mid m job karne k liye gudgaao m aa gya or ye hi uski sabse badi galti thi. Ushne job ki but vo jb b pari ko call karta to koi reply nhi vo kaafi pareshaan tha.ushne mujhe call karke saari baat batayi meine ushe bola tu tension naa le m baat karogi pari se but mujhe pari time hi nhi dena chati thi. Eshe 1 saal bit gya.bhai vapis ghar aaya ushne pari se milne ki bhut kosis ki jaise taise vo pari se mila to jo pari ne ushe kha usse to jaise mera bhai tut gya. Pari ne usse bola ki vo ab kisi or se pyaar karti h qki vo ladka uski har wish puri kar rha tha.
bhai ne bola vo b to pari ko bhut pyaar karta h or uske bina nhi rah sakta uske khne p hi vo job karne gudgaao aa gya tha but paro ne uski ek naa suni or bola ki vijay ushe aaj k baad call naa kare bhai k ushi month 2nd year k exams b the jishme uski sabhi subjects m back thi. Bhai aaj b bhut rota h uske liye.pari ne jis ladke k liye vijay ko choda tha us ladke ne pari ko dhoka de diya and ushe pareshaan karta h.or pari ne baat bhai ko batayi h bhai aaj b uske saath h but as a friend.bhai k pyaar ko pari kabhi samjg hi nhi paayi bhai uska saath de rha h taaki jo bhai p biti thi vo pari p naa bite vo kabhi kud ko akela feel naa kare but pari bhai ko sirf ek time paas ki tarah use karti h or kuch nhi or bhai aaj b uska saath de rha h taaki pari kbhi bhai k pyaar ko samjhe or unki jindagi m vapis aa jaaye. Agr pari ye story pade to meri request h usse plz mera bhai aapko paglo ki tarah pyaar karta h plz uske pyaar accept kar loooooo small bro mob..08271630098

ASHISH ... LOVE STORY

Muje smaj ma nahi ata suru kaha se karo par wo mare liye ek special thi jisne muje bdal diya jo ki ma simple person tha usne muje lover bna dya par wo ek pari jasi thi uska nature ek mare liye sab kuch tha usne muje jina sikhaya jo ki ma kbi kisi se love krta nahi pr usme kya tha jisne muje bdal dya aap ya mat sochna ki isme story start hui ki nahi to aap glat ho abi mane uske bara ma bataya h? chalo ma aapko start se batata ho phali bar mane use dakha nahi only uski........bate suni mane.......aap ya mat samajna kaise suni bata ho wait kro........ma jaha ratha tha wo mare ghar ka upar rathi thi ?????????aako kuch majak nahi laga........yadi laga h to aap sahi ho??????kyo ki mane use one year notice kya tha jab ma 9th class ma tha???????uska nam bhi nahi janta tha ma is one year ma.......bs uski awaj hi mare liye ek nahi jindgi bani???????aap soch rahe hoge ki mane aisa kyu kya?to aap right ho....ya mat samajna........story end ho gye.....abi baki h......aapke man ma question aya hoga ma mila kaise usse to batata ho?jab mane 10yh pass ki to muje coaching ka bare ma pta nahi tha.......to mane aapni mom se uski(AB mom) mom se puchne ko kaha?tab muje uski mom na uske sath jane ko kaha????????pr ma haran ho gya andar sa khus tha par....muje kya pta ki uski sister(DH)....aur....radha didi bhi jayangi????ab aapke man ma ya sawal aa raha hoga ki ya dono kon h?btata ho?par ....kuch....dar bad........age kya hua....ki....sham aa gye..ma tension ma tha par khus bhi tha?aaj 1st time usse baat krunga?jiski mane kalapna nahi ki thi?aur age ya hua ki?sab opposite hua...pure rasthe uski..sister....mujse........baat....krti.gye?ab aapke dimaj ma ya hoga phir wo kaha h?btata ho hum 4 log gye the?jo mane phele nam jikr kya tha?age ya hua ki....aapne ya nahi pucha ki ma uski sister se kyu bat kar raha tha btata ho raste ma hum......uski sister se discuss krne lge ........study ka bare ma......but.....phir....jab.........lot kr aa rahe the to........(US PRSN KA NAM THA)...na..........didi (KJ ya mari ek didi h jo ki aas pass rthi thi) se kaha.....kuch......khane ka bare ma kaha?to mane mana kr ....diya,,,,,,,,aur......ghar........jane....ka....plain....bna.....liya?kuch bahana kr ke?aap..confuse honge isme love kya h?par.btata......ho........age....aapko.......khud...ans.....mil..jayaga....age.......ya.hua...ma.......ghar.....a.....gya........phr.....................ya hua?ki (US PRSN KA NAM THA }na aapne ..hatho...se.....muje...bargar.......dya...?abb samje......ya mare liye love tha?jo muje bina manje mil gya?mari story bor to nahi kar rahi aapko?ya first part h?jo???????ki mane usse baat ki?ab aapko ya laga ga ki mane baat kb ki?batata?ho jb?usne muje?bargar dya?tb baat ki?aap phir confuse hoge?ki ya love kase?.........wait kro sab ...batunga.........par ..........aaj ka liye itna?only "love fore ever" ........next part kl?"aapko ya jaan kr harni hogi ki mane uska nam..........one year ma jakr pucha? Ma kha tha mane aapko ya bataya nahi mane usse bate kb ki ?aur isse phele mane ya bataya ki mane 1st time ka bare ma?aapko ya lag raha hoga ki mane usse bate ki ki nahi ?to aap right ho?us din muje wo mila jise mane kbi sapne ma socha tha nahi ?aapko ya love story abi tak confuse kar rahi hogi par jab unt hoga to clear ho jayagi?wo khate h na ki sabar ka fal mitha hota h?par us din aisa hua mane kbi kalpana ki hi nahi thi?aap ab ya soch rahe hoge ki story start hui ki nahi?to aap ek dam sahi h?ma aapko jada ghuma to nahi raha?magar love ek aisi chig h jo ki bya krne pr unt nahi hoti?bs use jitna bya kro utna kam h?chalo bahi ma aapko age batata ho?aapka mane jayada samaye la liya?age ya hua ki jb wo dane aye thi muje “ab sochoge kya aapko pta hoga phir bhi ma bta data ho “bargar” yad aya?us time ma kuch nahi bhol paya bas uski bate suntan gya?wo mujse kuch puch rahi thi par mane suna nahi “usne dubara pucha to “kha kho gye “ma jbab kya data bs ya kaha kahi nahi ?aur kuch nahi bola uski bate sunta gya ?aur ma kya kata phr kbi muka milta ki nahi?aap phi haran hore to mane use se kaha kya??to bata ho ya kaha ki kisne diya usne kaha jayada nakhre mat kro la lo ?ladkio ki tara mat sarmao?bs uski ya choti choti harkat muje bhane lgi?aap phr soch ma pad gye hoge ki mane aapko ya nahi bataya ki mane us se baat ki par muje kya mila ?btata ho ki ma uski bato ma kho gya tha ?pr ……………..age ki story………………………………aur bhi instresting hogi????????????wait and watch?....................ya mt sochna ki ma khana kya chata ho?..............batata h……………..usi “”””””””””ek jalak……….mare liye sb kuch thi……..aur na jane usne muje wo sab dya jise ma bhol nahi skta………….age ……iske bare ma batunga………….pr bor mt hona………….ya asi love story h jiski aapne kbi socha nahi hoga …………pr mare liye…………sb kuch h……………”kisi ko itna mat chao ki use bhula na pao”…………pr mane yse is had tk cha tha…………ok …………..aaj ka liye itna……………..good n8& sweet dreem??????????isme mane aapne bare ma itna nahi bataya …pr……….aapko………sb …..batunga?ok • part 3..story ashish love...Ma aapko aapni story ko itna ghuma kar kyu bta raha ho aapke man ma jarur sawal hoga?to aap ek dum right ho?”””””””””””””wo khate h na agar koi bat batao to puri nahi to uska unt humasa stata ratha h”””””””””””kuch mare sath bhi ya hu h???aur ab aap ya soch rahe hoge ki mane””””””isse phale ya jikr kya tha usne muje ya sab diya jise ma bhol nahi skta””””””””””ok wo ya ki usne muje love krna sikhaya aur kisi ka wada break nahi krna “”””””””aur sath ma ya bhi dya jo ki mare liye””””””””bahut kuch h””aap phr soch ma honge ki isme love kaha h?ok btata ho mane abi aapko aapni phale part story se joda tha”””””””pr age ya hua ki wo to dakr chali gye”(mtlb bargar}….pr ek pl tha jo mane usme wo paya jo aap smj nahi skte ?agar aap lover ho to jarur samjo ga?....us din ka bad jb bhi dekta use to “ek dum ma rukh jata aur pta nahi kaha kho jaha pr ek agib si khusi milti muje?”””muje to love ka one word bhi pta nahi tha?aur ma ise smajta hi nahi tha????humasa ya sochta ki kb wo muje najar ayagi?????aur god se ya prayr krta agar aaj wo naja aye to mara love sacha h????kismat dakho ki jb bhi ma yaad krta wo kuch samaya bad jarur najar ati????aap bor ho gye hoge”””chalo ma aapko age btata ho ki kuch time bad aunti(mare ghar ka pass rathi thi uske barabr ma (US PRSN KA NAM THA } ka ghar tha)na muje aapne bate ka birthday pr muje bulaya tha help krne ka liye””””pr kismt dakho waha shaily abi thi???ma kush ho gya pr undr hi undr sochne lga kya bolo””””pr acchanak ma bota usne mujse bat krni chalo kr di ma haran ho gya pr ma jo kahane wala tha same usne ask kya mujse ma phr soch ma pad gya mare ques, ask krne se phale usne wo pucha jo ma puchne wala tha?????aap phr confuse hoge ya questn tha kya jo abi tk clear nahi hua????aap ya soch rahaye hoge mane use dosti ka bare ma pucha hoga??????pr aap glat hoge??????????azib h na story????btata ho usne mujse ya pucha ki tumare 9th ma marks kaise aya????phr mane kaha ki phale aap batao usne aapne jb no. bataye to ma haran ho gya????phr ma kya bota???aur mane kaha ki aapse km h pr aache nahi?????????????ma use jb bhi milta to bs baat krte 2 rukh jata????phr ma ku ???ruktha??????????????age “””””””””iske ????bare ma hoga”””””chalo aap batao ki m ku ruktha?????????????tha””””””ya quest…mane aap ????se ask kya? H””””””””””””””aura ns jb dunga jb agala part batunga??????abhi story auduri h-----“”kise na sahi hi kaha h ki tum pyar kro par phale usko smjo aur bad ma dhako tume wo milaga jiski tum kalapna nahi kr sakte”””iska mtlb??aap logo pr janane ko chod dya????””wqt hi durio ko mitata h””””pr mari story ma duria wqt ko mitati h?????bs age aur h wait kro sb batunga”””””good n8”””and sweet dreem”””””””””””””””””””” Ma ek aisa lover ho jise smjo to aap bhi aapni story ma kaho jauge yaad nahi wqt ki tara bdal jaoge pr yaad rakhna kbi kud ko dukha mt da ne wo sach ma baat h wo jindgi bhar ka liye humhe ek sath rakthi h jo iske bina banagi woe k kach ki tara bikhar jayagi”””” Part 4 ashish love stry “””manne aapko aapni life ka 3 parts share kya pr aapne kbi socha hoga ki abi tk is story ma love to hua kaise “”ok””””””mari love story aiisi h jo ki sbse alag h “”jisme love to hua h “”””jbi to mari love stry bni h “””ok”””””ma aapko syad “”””aapni story sa alag la jar ha ho “”””nahi ma “””to”””aapko””aapne isse phale part sa joda h aur mane aapse questn ask kya tha ma ussse bat krte 2 ku ruk jata ho????aapko kya lgta h “””ma isliye ruktha ho ki “””muje uski bate sunnana psnd h ????or aap glat ho “””ma isiye ruk jata tha kuki “””jb wo mujse bate krti thi to “”””ma uski bato ma pta nahi kaha kho jata tha ki “”pr muje “””ek “”khusi milti thi “”””wo “””ya thi “”ki””jb “”bolti “”thi””to “”rukne “”ka nam “”lati nahi “”thi””aur “”ma “”use “”kbi””rokna “”nahi””cha “”””aur ya hi “”muje humasa “”””uski “”bat aachi lgne lgi “””””age btata ho””””mare sath humasa wo bate krti “””aur “”””kuch “”muje “””btati thi “”””jo “”ki””mare liye ek love se km nahi tha “””ma “”to””use “”cha ne lga “””ki “”itna “”ki “”””kbi “”””uske bina jaise ki ma ek “””””bina atma ka sarir “””aur “”mujse “”ek “”din “”usne “”ya “”kaha “”ki”””kya “”tum “”mare “”bina “””jii””skte “””ho”””ma “”to””uski “”bat “”mjak “”ma “”la li””aur “”kah “”dya “”aapko”””mrne “”se””phale “”muje””god “””ka “”pass””jana “”pda “”to””ma “”bhi”””aapke “”sath””jaunga “”””mlb “”jis”””din”””aisa “”hua””””mari””body “”bhi””aapke “”sath””hogi””””aur”””ya””kaha”””tum “”majak “”kr””rahi”””ho”””””pr”””usne “”ya “”kaha ki “”””””””muje cancer h “””””mane haste hua kaha ki “”””aap”””muje “””dra “”rahi”””ho”””aur “””majak mt “””kro””””””yr””””aisa “”””ho””skta “””nahi”””mane “””uki bate “””majak ma la li“””pr””””””””ya “””mistake “””””””mari life ma ”””mane “””uski”””””””””bato”””ko””””majak “””ma “”””la “””””””””liya “””””jo”””””wo”””majak “””mari””””life “”””ka”””ek””aisa “”””majak “”””bn “”””gya “”””jo”””””””aaj”””tk”””ma””jb”””bhi”””usko”””yad “”krta “””ho”””to””na “””jsane “””muje “””mrne “””ka “””man “”””krta h “””aur “””life “””muje “””ek”””””aisi lgti h “””ki”””jaisa “””ki””””jinda “””ho”””pr”””””mari “”””atma “””uske “”pass””””h “””aur/;;;;sarir “”””ek “””””h “””jo”””ki”””muje “”””kbi “”bhi””lga “”ki”””ma “”jinda “”ho “””aaj”””””pr”””aap”””soch “””””””ma “””pad “””gye hoge ki wo prsn (US PRSN KA NAM THA ) h jo ki muje “”””uski bate ya krne se ”””””””,muje rok “””dati h “”””””””jo ki wo “””god “””ka “”””pass””””pr”””uski “””mare pass yade h “”””””””””””jo”””jine “”””ko”””mjbur krti h “”””wo”””one “”year “”phale “”mar gye “””””””””””””””aur “”phr “””aap “”sochne “””lge “”hoge hoge“”mane to kaha ki wo jb is life ko left kragi ma hi krunga “””pr “””””””””ma “””isa “””nahi kr “””ska “”kuki “”usne “””muje “”aapni””kasam “”di thi “”jo””””muje “”rokti h “”””aur “”””wo “”kahti “”h “””””ki”””agar “”ma “””naraho”””ro””””””ma “”””tumare sath har pl ho “””mtlb “”””tumari uyada ma”””jb “”””muje “””tad kroge “”ma “””tumare “””spne “”ma “””aakr “”bate “”krongi””””“”””” aagr “”ma “””aapko””ya “””btan a”””bhol “””gya “””ki””””mara “”love ya h ki jb “”jarur “”milne “”atoi “”h “””ya “””h “”mara””love “”jo”””aap”””soch “”rahe “”honge “”ki””aisa “”kuki”””usne “”wada””jo””kya “”””wo”””humasa “””nibhaya “”mtlb “””jb “”yaad “”krta “”wo””jarur ati mare dreem ma “”ya “”mara pyar h “”””” Agr ya love nahi ho kya h ???????????????????? muje ya frnd's bato ma kro kya ??? pzzzzzzzzzzz 9716350854,7503400481

ANOKHA PYAAAR ... SAMAR

Hi... Friends
I am samar, mai aapse apne life ki love story share karna chahta hu,friends jab maine 10th class pass ki tab mere dad ne 11th mera addmition dusre school me karwa diya, friends mere dad ke siva mera aur koi nahi h, mere dad mera bahut khayal rakhte h wo mujhe bahut pyar karte hai. Mere dad ne kaha samar beta tum fikar mat karo is naye school me fir se tumhare naye dost ban jayenge, mera school ka firt day,mujhe pehle din bahut akelapan mehsoos hua,fir next day jab mai class me gaya tab mai akela hi baitha hua tha fir ek ladki aai aur usne mujhse kaha. Are u new student, maine kaha 'yes', aapka naam? Usne kaha hi i m princy me too new student. Maine kaha mera naam samar h. We are friends now, she said 'yes', fir roz mai princy k sath hi baithta tha,hum dono ek sath padhte the, lunch vi hum ek saath karte the, princy ek bahut achi ladki h, mai use bahut like karta tha,mai apni har chiez princy k saath share karta tha,ghar pe shaam ko dad ne mujhse pucha kya baat h samar aaj bahut khush lag rahe ho, maine kaha dad maine school me ek bahut acha dost banaya h,dad ne kaha kya naam uska,maine kaha princy she is very sweet girl,dad ne kaha mujhe ni milwaoge,maine kaha avi to sirf ek hi friend bana h jab aur friends ban jayenge tab sabko apne birthday party par bulaunga ok dad,fir apne birthday wale din mai school gaya,princy ne mujhse pucha kya baat h samar aaj to bahut khush lag rahe ho, maine princy aaj mera birthday h, fir usne mujhe wish bhi kiya,usne kaha plz samar tumne pahle kyu ni bataya mai tumhare liya acha sa gift vi laati, maine kaha shaam ko mere ghar pe party h plz princy aap jarur aana, usne kaha ok, fir shaam wo mere ghar aai wo bahut beautiful lag ri thi,fir usne mujhe wish kiya aur ek acha sa gift vi diya (a sweet couple of love). Wo gift mujhe bahut acha laga, friends dhire dhire mujhe princy se pyar hone laga, princy mujhe bahut achi lagti thi she is very cute,mai sochta tha ki use propose kr du but darta tha kahi wo mana na kr de. But mujhe pata ni tha ki wo vi mujhe like karti h,uski ek friend h shaksi, wo princy ki best friend h, princy shaksi se sirf mere baare me hi baate karti thi, fir mujhe ek din shaksi ne bataya ki princy vi tumhe like karti h, fir next day maine princy ko class me sabke saame propose kr diya usne sharma k ha bol diya,mai bahut khush hua maine use sabke saame hug kr liya or i love u bol diya, fir roz me princy k liye chocolates,rose, chote chote gifts lata tha, wo vi bahut khush thi, friends isi tarah time beetta gaya or hum 12th std me pahuch gaye, fir ek din princy ne mujhse pucha samar tum mujhse kitna pyar karte ho,maine kaha infinite,mai tumhe hamesha khush dekhna chahta hu,mai tumhe apni jaan se vi jyada pyar karta hu or karta rahunga,maine kaha princy jab tumhe zara si vi kharoch aati h to mujhe bahut dard hota h. Plz princy mujhe chhod kr kavi mat jana, usne mujhe hug kr liya aur kahne lagi ki samar jitna tum mujhe chahte ho mai tumhe usse vi jyada pyar karungi, i love u so much samar,friends pehli baar maine kisi se itna pyar kiya tha, she is my life,uske bina mai ek pal vi ni rah sakta tha.
Fir pata ni humare pyaar ko kiski nazar lag gai,uske baad jab mai school gaya us din princy nahi aai thi, mai akela hi baitha hua tha mujhe zara sa vi acha ni lag raha tha mai sirf princy k baare soch raha tha, fir ghar aaya to maine princy ko call kiya but uska phone switch off aa raha tha maine bahut try kiya.mai pareshan ho gaya tha, fir raat ko 11 bje princy ki call aai, maine kaha kya hua princy tum thik to ho aaj tum school ni aai or tumhara phone vi band tha,fir usne kaha plz samar bhul jaao mujhe, mai tumse pyar ni karti plz mujhe dobra call mat karna,mujhe bhul jaao samar, wo rone lagi, maine kaha plz mat ro princy baat kya h plz batao mujhe, usne kaha kuch ni bas bhul jao mujhe or fir phone cut kr diya, maine bahut try kiya but uska phone band tha, us raat mai vi bahut roya kyuki princy ki aakho me mai zara vi aansu bardast nahi kar sakta tha,mujhe shock laga jab usne kaha mai tumse pyar ni karti,mai saari raat rota raha, subah dad ne kaha samar beta utho school ni jaana,maine kaha dad aaj mai school ni jaa paunga mujhe fever ho gaya h,dad vi pareshan ho gaye unhone kaha chalo doctor k paas medcine le lo,maine kaha don't worried dad halka sa fever h thik ho jayega aap jao office, dad ne beta mai is halat mai tujhe chhod kr kaise jaa sakta hu,maine kaha dad aap meri chinta mat karo mai thik hu,fir dad office chale gaye, us din vi mai bahut roya,mujhe bahut bura laga jab princy ne kaha mai tumse pyar ni karti,mai pura tut chuka tha, fir shaam ko shaksi ki call aai,usne kaha samar bahut badi problem h princy ki family walo ko tumhare or princy k relation k baare me pata chal gaya h,unhone use school jaane se vi mana kr diya h, ab wo princy ko uske chachu k paas amritsar me bhej rahe h,usne kaha ek baar tum princy se mil lo,shaksi ne kaha kal shaam ko wo mere ghar aayegi fir mai tumhe call kr dungi tum aa jana, next day mai shaam ko shaksi k ghar gaya.

LUV STORY ... RADIKAAA

hi,me hu radhika,me ek bht sidhi n family oriented girl hu,frnds k sath masti,ghumna firna,full life enjoy karti thi,mere family walo ko ye sab pata tha.me apne course kar rhi thi st tephens se,waha mere senior the mr varun . hmari evenings duty b lgti thi,to varun sir ka cousin abhishek aya tha evng me.hmne ek dusre ko dkha bt koi bat ni hu qki hm stranger the,fir abhi ne mje fb par requst bheji.n phr hmari bat shuru ho gyi,maine usse bat ki.wo girls ki respect karta tha,us tym abhi ko ek dost ki jarurat thi qki wo kisi ladki ria se pyar krta tha,ria ne use cheat kia,wo hmsha mjse uski bat krta tha,use dhundne ki koshish krta tha,bt wo ni mili use,me hmsha uski help karti thi,tab maine jana use ki wo pyar ko kitna smjta h,n jo ladki use milegi wo hmsha khush rhegi,kai na kai me b use dil se like karne lagi thi bt khti ni thi.kuch month k bad abhi ne mje kaha i love you,bt maine use kaha ki me tmhe hmsha frnd mana.love ka ni socha.usne kaha thk h ab me ni khunga tmse is bare me.phr kuch tym k bad maine b use bol dia i also love u,phr hm bht khush the,use meri bachkani harkate pasand thi,mere frnds se use koi problm ni thi,bht achi understanding thi,tab tak hm sirf do bar mile the,jab hm relation me hue ,hm ni mile the,hm ek dusre se milna chate the,bt wo indore me tha n me delhi me,hm roj bat krte the ph pe msg pe,bht pyar tha hmme,hm dono brahmin h,me garhwal se n wo lucknow se.phr oct ko wo mjse milne aya n abhi jab b delhi ata hmsha varun sir k pass rukta tha,hm mile,bht khush the,sat! h m tym spend kie,bt use gusa bht ata tha,choti bat me b gusa ho jata tha,wo mje bht kuch kh jata tha guse me bt me kuch ni khti thi qki me sochti thi me uski apni hu to wo gusa b to mj pe dkhyega muse meri ye adat bht pasand thimkuch tym k bad use mere sehne k tarike se problm hone lagi,is ladk se bat mat karo,yaha ni jana,use bht insecurity hone lagi,pata ni q,me hmsha usk hisab se rhne lagi,maine apne sare dosto se bat karni chod di,n mere dosto ne b mjse ki me badal gyi.me bht roti thi jab abhi mj par shak karta tha,wo mje khta jada ladko se bat ni karni,aise kapde ni phnne,,meri permissn se kai ni jana,abhi wo mj par itni restriction laga rha h to shadi k bad kya karega,me thak gyi hu,bht pyar jrti hu usse,usk bina rh b ni skti,wo b bht pyar krta h bt pata ni kyu itna over possesive ho gya h,i knw insecurity hoti h bt jaha trust hota h waha sa thk hota h,galti meri b h ki me usse kabi 2 jhuth bol deti thi,bt m hmsha usse pyar krti hu n jhuth b isliye bolti thi kabi ki wo gusa na kare n use tnsn na ho.plz do comment mje kya karna chaiye.