The life that I touch to live

Taught TRAGEDY

2011-08-24T06:06:00.000-07:00

BATTLE OF FATHER AND THE BIRTH OF THE KEY ADAM

It happened in 1981, a child disappears from a mall in the city of Hollywood, Florida, and the case ended in tragedy for the parents, but momentum took his father to become a fighter of missing children, here is the story.

His name was Adam Walsh, son of John and Reve Wash., was a middle class family who lived in the Florida city of Hollywood, his father loved him very much, but because of his work could not be with the child anything he wanted even so when I finally managed to have spent big time and his son.

It was July 27, 1981, Reve and Adam arrived at the Sears Mall Hollywood for the lady had bought through catalogs a lamp she liked, but they sent a different model, so he suggested that could change in your local store, so Reeve was with his son and when they were always coming and going through the same door, even though the center had more hits, went to Sears and there Adam asked his mother to let him in front to what was then a novelty: a video game, so his mother leaves him there and is heading the department of household items, a few meters from there, once settled the matter of the lamp by his son and returns no longer found in the game, turns to look and ask employees if ever had seen, the response was negative, and then turns to the local sound system to call his son to no avail.

Meanwhile, Reeve's wife's mother appeared who coincidentally went to the same mall and found his daughter asked So just in case Adam was not with her, which puzzled her, and already desperate mother and grandmother run through the mall and asked a passerby were crossed as if they had seen the child there, then the manager of Sears finally called women to submit to a guard about 18 years old, who said he had thrown four children of local scandal that made in video game, two whites and two blacks, who were separated and the whites them out through a door and black on the other, was not sure but thought that the youngest of the whites seemed to Adam.

Reeve then asked the woman to show him the door guard where she threw the white children and was alarmed to see that was not what they used to use, so we were now to walk the mall parking lot to see if there you could find, and not giving the result was then and only then decide to call the local police.

John Walsh and then had been aware of the disappearance of her son and went to get his wife to comfort her and ask the police was being done to find him, and were surprised that the police had no idea how to find a lost child, and father took questions from the officers about what they believed he would do to find the child.

John decides to campaign to search for her son and is close to local media, but they closed the doors on the grounds that the local stories were not of public interest, John will not surrender and continue their search until several days after the disappearance of Adam does a space in a national news program and presents its case.
Before that he had met with the county coroner in Hollywood who brought a folder with pictures of pedophiles who were on probation and asked John if any had seen one of those guys hanging around the neighborhood, John was indignant learn that such offenders was at large in the streets.

Days after the same coroner called urgently to his office in the county morgue, and there tells John to accept that maybe his son was already dead and finished by saying that whoever does not believe that the devil was loose in the world is that he had not seen what I had to do, and I mentioned that there was the possibility that in case his son was found dead on the other hand there was no possibility of knowing that the law did not require medical examiners to make information exchange on unclaimed bodies, although they did so as a means of cooperation.

After John and Reve finally be presented in the national television program dealing with the case of Adam and two other missing children got a terrible call, was the forensic pedia child's dental records to verify the identity of a human head that was found floating in an irrigation canal in Vero Beach on August 10, after completing these records and facts relevant tests and the avoidance of doubt, had been killed Adam Walsh.

Never found the rest of his body, and after the funeral John launched his campaign for missing children more strongly than ever, fueled by the desire that Adam's death should serve as a watershed to create laws to protect parents in disgrace and be included in the databases of the local police and the FBI all about missing children and / or forcibly disappeared (so not to well) and challenged the local congresses to enact such laws.

Meanwhile, Adam's murder linked to a guy named Ottis Toole, who at first admitted he who saw the boy walking disoriented the day of his disappearance on the outskirts of the mall, and subsequently rose to his car, raped and decapitated body, but later retracted that statement and while serving sentences for other crimes died of cirrhosis in September 1996, it also appeared to relate to the case called Butcher of Milwaukee Jeffrey Dahmer, whom two witnesses place him at the center business on the day of Adam's disappearance but has not been able to consolidate this test, all they had against him is that when these events he lived in Miami Beach.

As a result it is now possible to see some regular retail product labels which include photographs of missing children and a number to call local authorities if there is a suspicion that has seen one of these children, for their part major U.S. supermarket chains, including Wal-Mart, Adam created the key in its memory and, when activated, serves to close all access to the shops and check in detail every corner to find missing children, as result of the creation of this key has trapped many who have tried to take children without their consent, among them are parents who have custody disputes surprised at the time of kidnapping the children.

Meanwhile John Walsh was united to his wife Reve in this hard trance and I have three more children and are called Cal, the boys and two girls, Megan and Hayden (all of them and more today), has written three best books seller: Tears of Rage (tears of rage) in 1997, No Mercy (Without Mercy) in 1998 and Public Enemies (Public Enemy) in 2001, and also hosts the wildly successful TV show on FOX America's Most Wanted (the most Wanted U.S.) program that is in the air since 1988.

If something can be learned from this is that children should never be neglected, the life of a child is priceless.

Author:ManHistories

A Story for life ....

2011-08-24T05:57:00.001-07:00

A young man went to a wise teacher and asked:

Sir, what should I do to get what I want?.

The wise man said nothing. The young after repeating his question several times with the same result he left and returned the next day with the same demand. There was no reply and then returned a third time and repeated his question:

- What should I do to get what I want?

The wise man said:

'Come with me.

And went to a nearby river. Entered the water carrying the boy's hand and when they reached a certain depth the sage rested on the shoulders of the young and dipped in the water and despite the efforts of the young to free herself from him, kept him there. Finally I let out and the young breath catch his breath. He asked the sage:

-When you were underwater, what was what you wanted?

Without hesitation the young man replied:

-Air, I wanted air.

- Do not have preferred more riches, comfort, pleasure, power or love?

No, sir, I wanted air, needed air and air-only was his immediate response.

'Then,' replied the sage, to get what you want you want it with the same intensity you wanted air, you must fight for it and exclude everything else. It should be your only aspiration day and night. If you have that zeal, no doubt you'll get what you want.

Amazing, we're not even sure what they want, if only we had the ability to desire so intense, we could create and have all our needs met ..... this is what "The Secret"

Author:ManHistories

The empty egg

2011-04-09T09:02:00.000-07:00

Jeremiah was born with a deformed body and a slow mind. At the age of 12 years had not gone beyond Grade 2, and it seemed he could never learn anything.

Often your teacher, is exasperated with him because he used to be in your bank moving, drooling and growling. Sometimes he spoke clearly, as if a ray of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. But most of the time Jeremy irritated his teacher.

One day summoned his parents to talk to them. When they entered the empty classroom, the teacher said

- Jeremiah actually have to attend a special school. Not good for him to be with younger children who do not have learning problems. In fact, it has a five-year mental retardation compared to other students.

The mother cried quietly, while her husband and told the teacher:

- Miss, there is no special school here. And it would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we take off our school. He really likes it here.

The teacher sat for a long time after they had left the parents of Jeremiah, through the window at the snow falling and appeared to cool the soul. I wanted to understand these parents. After all, their only child had a terminal illness.

But it was good to have him in their class. There were another 18 children who had to teach, and Jeremy just distracted. Also, never learn to read and write. Why waste time with him?

As I thought about this, he began to feel guilty. Here I am, sadly, for my problems, which are nothing compared to that poor family, he thought.
And he prayed: Lord, help me be more patient with Jeremy. And from that day really tried to ignore the sounds that made the child and the blank pages of his notebook.

One day, Jeremiah walked with difficulty to her teacher's desk, dragging his useless leg behind him.
- I love you, Miss, said loud enough for the whole class to hear.

The teacher went red, especially when looking at the gestures that made the other students. She managed to stammer

-Bue ... well ... it's very nice what you say, Jeremiah. Ah ... now, please return to your seat ...

Time passed, spring arrived and the children talked excitedly about the proximity of Easter. The teacher told the story of Jesus, and to highlight the idea that life reborn, gave each child a large plastic egg, and said:

"I want you to take home and bring it tomorrow with something inside that teach us about life. Do you understand?

"yeahhhh, Miss, all children responded enthusiastically,
Except Jeremiah. I was listening intently, his eyes did not take off the face of the teacher. Was not even doing his usual noises.

Would he have understood what she said about the death and resurrection of Jesus? Could do the job? Would you call your parents to explain what Jeremiah had to do?.

That afternoon had to make major purchases, iron a blouse, make dinner, and completely forgot to make that call.

The next day, the 19 students came to class. They laughed and chatted as they put the plastic eggs in the basket was empty on the desk of his teacher.
And at the end of the class period, it was time to open the eggs.

In the first, the teacher found a flower.

- Oh, yes, a flower is a sign of new life, he said.

The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked real. His comment was:

"We all know that some caterpillars turn into butterflies.
Yes, this is also a new life.

Then he opened another egg where there was a rock covered with moss. She explained that moss was also a sign of life.

She then opened the fourth egg. His breathing became ragged. The egg was empty!

Surely there must be a Jeremiah, he thought. Will not understand my instructions. If I had not forgotten to phone his parents ... And Jeremiah did not want to feel bad, slowly put the egg aside and took another.

Suddenly Jeremiah said:

- Miss, are not going to talk about the egg that I brought?

Nervous, he replied:

- But Jeremiah, the egg is empty.

And he, looking into his eyes said softly:

- Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty.

Time seemed to stop. And when he could speak again, the teacher asked:

- Do you know why the tomb was empty?

- Oh, yes, "said Jeremiah.

- Jesus was killed and put in there. But his father raised him.

The bell rang, and while the children ran out, the teacher began to mourn, and ice melted his heart.

Jeremiah died three months later. And those who attended his wake were surprised to see 19 eggs on his coffin, and all were empty.

Author: ManHistories

The circle of hate

2011-04-09T08:52:00.000-07:00

An important Mr. shouted the manager of your company, because he was angry at that time.

The director came to her house and shouted to his wife, charging that he was spending too much, because he had a hearty lunch at the table.

His wife screamed at the employee because he broke a plate.

The employee kicked the dog because the trip did.

The dog ran out and bit a woman who was passing through the village, she stood her out the door.

That woman went to hospital to get the vaccine and to heal the wound, and cried the young doctor, because it hurt the vaccine to be applied.

The young doctor came to his house and shouted to his mother, because the food was not to his liking.

His mother, tolerant and a source of love and forgiveness, stroked her hair saying: - 'beloved Son, I promise that tomorrow I will make your favorite food. You work hard, you're tired and needs a good night's sleep. I'll change the sheets on your bed for other very clean and fragrant, so you can rest in peace. Tomorrow you'll feel better. "Blessed his son and left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts ...

At that time, was stopped CIRCLE OF HATE, because they clash with TOLERANCE, sweetness, love and forgiveness.

If you're one of those who had joined a circle of hate, remember that you can break it with grace, gentleness, forgiveness and love.

Author:ManHistories

The box of kisses

2011-03-30T05:36:00.000-07:00

Long ago, a man punished his daughter for three years for wasting a golden foil wrapper. Money was scarce in those days, why burst into uncontrollable fury, when he saw the girl trying to wrap a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Most however, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, 'This is for you daddy. "

He was embarrassed by his reaction of rage. But it flared again when I opened the box, he realized it was empty, he cried again, saying, Did not know that when you give someone a gift, you must have something inside?.

The little girl turned up and with tears in her eyes said:
No sweetie, not empty as I blew a lot of kisses into the box, all for you daddy!.

The father was dying, he put his arms around his little girl and begged for forgiveness.

Reportedly, the man kept that gold box for many years, by your bed and whenever he felt depressed or collapsed, the box took out an imaginary kiss and remember the love that his daughter had put there.

In a way, each human has received a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from loved ones: children, family, friends ... or GOD.
No one could have a more valuable property than this. We all have it but ... Are we aware?.

Every time we collapsed or depressed ... Extract of the box "gift that reminds us of the love we gave?

Author: ManHistories

Praying Hands

2011-01-16T08:40:00.001-08:00

During the fifteenth century, in a small village near Nuremberg, lived a family with 18 children. In order to put bread on the table for such offspring, the father and head of the family, working 18 hours a day in the gold mines, and anything else that came along.

Despite such poor conditions in which they lived, two of Albrecht Durer's children had a dream. Both wanted to develop his talent for art, but they knew that their father never could send any of them to study at the Academy.

After many nights of quiet talks between the two reached an agreement. Toss a coin. The loser in the mines to pay for college when he won. After completing his studies, the winner would then pay studies that stay at home, with sales of his works, or as necessary.

Currency air launched on Sunday to leave the Church. Albrecht Durer won and went off to Nuremberg.

Albert then began the dangerous work in mines, where he remained for the next four years, financed the studies of his brother, who from the outset was a sensation at the Academy.

Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than many of their 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 gathered for a festive dinner in his honor. After the memorable evening, Albrecht stood in their place of honor at the table, and proposed a toast to his beloved brother, who had sacrificed much for his ambition.

His final words were: "And now, my brother Albert, it's your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dreams, I will take care of you. " All eyes were full of expectation to the corner of the table occupied by Albert, who had his face wet with tears, and moved from side to side head muttering over and over again: "No. .. no ... not ...". Finally, Albert rose and wiped her tears. He looked for a moment to each of those loved ones and went after his brother, and putting his hand on the cheek of that he said softly: "No, brother, I can not go to Nuremberg. It's too late for me. Look what four years of work in the mines have done to my hands. Every bone in my hand is broken at least once, and lately the arthritis in my right hand has advanced so much that I could hardly lift the cup for your toast ... Much less be able to work with delicate lines on parchment or bar could not handle the pen or brush. No, brother ... for me it's too late. "

Over 450 years have passed since that day. Today, prints, oil paintings, watercolors, sculptures and other works of Albrecht Durer can be seen in museums around the world. But surely you, like most people, just remember one. What is more likely to have one in your office or home.

A day to honor the sacrifice of his brother Albert, Albrecht Durer drew the hands of his brother's battered, with palms together, fingers pointing to heaven. This powerful work called simply "Hands", but the entire world immediately opened her heart to her artwork and changed its name to the work by "praying hands. "
The next time you see a copy of that building, look at it. Allow a reminder, if needed, that no one ever ... succeeds alone! ...

ManHistories

The business consultant and time management

2011-01-16T08:23:00.000-08:00

An expert advisory firms in Time Management wanted to surprise the audience with his lecture.

Pulled out from under the desk a large wide-mouth bottle. Put it on the table next to a tray with stones the size of a fist and said,

"How many stones they think fit in the jar?"

after the participants made their guesses, began to put stones until they filled the bottle. Then he asked:

"Are you full?"

Everyone looked at him and nodded.

Then he pulled out from under the table a bucket with gravel. He put part of the gravel into the jar and shook it. The stones broke through the spaces left by large rocks.

The expert wryly smiled and repeated:

"Are you full?".
This time the audience doubted:
"Maybe not "

"!Well! "

And put on the table a bucket of sand began to pour into the jar.

The sand filtered into the small crevices left by the stones and gravel.

"Are you full?" asked again.

"No," cried the audience.

"Well, "he said, and picked up a jar one-liter water began to pour into the jar.

The bottle was full yet.

"Well, what have we proved?" he asked.

One student replied:

"That no matter how full your schedule is, if you try, you can always fit more things"

"No," the expert concluded:

what this lesson teaches us is that if you do not put the big rocks first, you can never put them on after.

What are the big rocks in your life?.

Your friends, your children, your dreams, your health, your loved one .... Remember, put them first.

ManHistories

Half of the blanket

2011-01-16T08:12:00.001-08:00

Don Roque was already an old man when his wife died. For many years he had worked hard to raise her family.

His greatest wish was to see his son become a good man, respected by others, and that to achieve dedicated his life and his little fortune.

At seventy Don Roque was helpless, hopeless, alone and full of memories.

He hoped that his son, now brilliant professional, offered him their support and understanding, but the days pass without seeing it appear, and decided for the first time in his life ask a favor of his son.

Don Roque knocked on the door of the house where the child lived with his family.

- Hi, Dad!, What a surprise to come by here!

- You know I do not like to disturb you, but I feel very lonely, I'm also tired and old.

- Well, we're delighted that you come to visit, you know that this is your home.

- Thanks son, I knew I could count on you, but feared to be a nuisance.

- So do not bother me to stay and live with you?, I feel so alone!

- Staying to live here?, yes ... of course .. but I do not know if you would at home. You know, the house is small ... my wife is very special ... and then the children ...

- Look son, if you forget it caused great discomfort. Do not worry about me, someone I tend hand.

- No parent, not that. Just ... I can not think where you might sleep. I can not get anyone out of his room, my children will not forgive me ... or just not bother you ...

- What?

"Sleeping in the backyard ...

- Sleeping in the yard is fine.

Don Roque's son called his son Louis of twelve.

- Tell me dad.

- Look, son, your grandfather will live with us. Bring her a blanket to cover at night.

- Yes, we're ... And where will you sleep?

- In the yard, does not bother us at fault.

Luis came up the blanket, took scissors and cut it in half. At that moment came
his father.

- What are you doing Luis? Why cut the rug of your grandfather?

- You know Dad, I was thinking ...

- Thinking about what?

- In keeping half of the blanket for when you're old and go to live in my house.

ManHistories

The Manger

2010-12-24T03:55:00.000-08:00

In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation that they would forward the Department of Education of Russia.

The invitation was to teach morality and ethics in public schools, based on biblical principles

Were to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire department and police in a large orphanage.

In the orphanage there were nearly 100 children who had been abandoned, abused and left in state hands.

From there came the story told by the same visitors:

Approaching the holiday season of 1994, children of the orphanage came to hear for the first time the traditional Christmas story

We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem, and found no place in the inns, so they had to go to a barn, where finally the baby Jesus was born and laid in a manger.

Throughout history, children and employees of the orphanage could not contain his astonishment.

Some sat on the edge of your seat trying to catch every word.

After the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger.

Each boy was given a square of paper cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me.

In the city could not find a single piece of colored paper.

Following instructions, the boys cut and folded the paper carefully placing the strips as straw.

A few tiny squares of flannel, cut from an old nightgown an American lady forgot to from Russia, were used to make the baby blanket.

A brown felt we brought in the United States, cut the figure of a baby.

While orphans were busy assembling their manger, I walked among them to see if they needed any help.

All went well until it reaches where little Misha sat.

He looked about six years and had finished his work.

When you look at the crib was surprised to see not a single child within him, but twice.

Call quickly to the translator to ask why there were two babies in the manger.

Misha crossed his arms and looking at the manger scene began to repeat the story very seriously.

As the story of a boy who had heard the Christmas story once was fine, until I reach the part where Mary put the baby in the manger.

There Misha began to invent their own ending to the story, said:

When Mary left the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to be.
I said I had no mom or dad, and had no place to be.

Then Jesus told me I could be there with him

I told him I could not, because I had no gift to give.

But I wanted to stay with Jesus, so I thought that thing was he could give Him as a gift, I thought it might be a good gift to give heat.

So I asked Jesus: If I give you heat, how that would be a good gift for you?

And Jesus told me. If you give me warmth, that would be the best gift ever received.

So I got into the manger and Jesus looked at me and said I could stay there forever.

... When the little Misha finished his story, his eyes shining with tears soaking her cheeks.

He covered his face, hang my head on the table and his shoulders began to shake a deep cry ...

The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor would abuse it.

Someone who would be with him forever.

Thanks to Misha, I learned that they are not the things we have in this life that matter ...

But those who have, they are the ones that really matter.

Do not flaunt your birth, position, spiritual qualities or achievements. Keep in mind the nature of all things, and live a full life and full of joy.

Girl in love with a Jehovah's Witness. Chapter 1.

2010-12-05T04:01:00.000-08:00

Dear readers know what being in love with a woman. It feels special when that feeling called love throughout the world, is embedded in the heart of a man with the intention of staying forever. Have felt this need of wanting to be stifling to always loved to share her time, talks, experiences, etc.. Or just see her without saying a word. Is not it wonderful to share all that, when someone is for us and opens the door to love. But imagine this for a moment: they fall in love with someone, whose religious beliefs are beyond any feeling gestated by feelings.

Things change masters, changing to the more suffering of the experiences that a human being can reach feel. I confess that I am going through this dire situation. I wanted to share my daily life situation because I find it unbearable, and I touched the bottom of the abyss where darkness is the only passenger. It all started about three years in college studying engineering, was finishing the last semester and was very happy because we finally got the title of engineer. That semester gets a girl to work in the photocopying room. His appearance was very sensitive character was blond and apparently strong, white, of medium height. With a spectacular smile that broke at that moment my heart. I wasted no time and in a few days I like everything this gentleman and offering a beautiful smile she did the same.

In the long talks we had in the following weeks I found out he was not married (hallelujah) and I had no boyfriend (aleluya. .. hallelujah) but it was terrible how direct it was when I said I am a Jehovah's Witness. Do not really surprised. He had studied years before the Bible with Jehovah's Witness in another city, but due to my personal circumstances leave the study. Closed knew what they were Jehovah's Witnesses for the world. But at that moment I did not care to think about it, I only listen enraptured with his voice and see it, that was enough for me. We exchanged phone that day. We said goodbye and promised to call her that week. Comes home from work tonight and for calling my despair grew more and more. Suddenly the phone rings, and it was she, with her sweet and tender voice. He was calling to say hello. God can believe it, called me.

Since that day, in my head there was nothing more important than her. Remembered in the morning, afternoon, evening. Every minute, every second that passed with maddening lethargy. Months passed, and kept in contact via phone almost every day, my phone bills quadrupled. But I did not care. One day take a firm decision to confess my love for her. So I had to take the next step. Even knowing the strict rules that Jehovah's Witnesses have when interacting with humans in this world. But the statement was not in person but over the phone. I do not know, maybe the present circumstances made that way. He said he was deeply in love with her, that since the first time I saw not stop thinking about her. She is silent, and for me it was a whip hitting with great pain. He said he was flattered by the sentiment, but could not answer at that time. That response left me in the deepest concern. I felt like a small boat drifting in the deep sea. Whipped by the wind and cold. The following hours were in despair and speculation.

Source: Anonymous

Story of a Prostitute

2010-10-16T12:18:00.000-07:00

It was sad that her life had taken, he had never smiled even once for real happiness, in the brothel where she worked treated her well, you could not complain, I knew other girls who were doing worse, at least here forced the Mr. pigs to use condoms, every night had to go home when things did not improve, and think that she was only 17 when he started all this, his only ally was the drug used on her way home about three cigarettes smoked marijuana and about two lines, and she was sure her father would be met with ... the unmade bed, still did not understand why the hell not walking away from their dial to call home, if both suffered there because they did not leave once and for all? In fact if you knew the answer to that question, I knew that if he gave his mother his father was able to beat her to death in one of their drunkenness, there had been several times that it had to take over, of course she also played a few hits from time to time.

Tonight was different from others and the longest of his life but still did not know ... Emyl worked in a brothel to bring money home, with over 20 years you could say it was a beautiful woman, in Colombia there was no girls like her, but yes, before working as a prostitute had had to put fake breasts, because without them it was impossible for men to get him to pay him for good tumbled, had a body to which his father had taken advantage was an exotic, velvety skin, which often curves to which I had to sleep with both at the same time for lack of time and a bust ... which to drool to women. Occasionally have time to rest but those moments did not last long, it was hateful and disgusting to have to undress again and again, feel the hands of men who do not know your name, feel like playing all over the body hundreds of times day, having to dance in front of everyone having to appear to simply pay the vices of his father ... and hers. That night began as any other, without any novelty, some customers always and new, that was routine when the new people had sent to her in the brothel was not drunk Emyl's daughter Monica was the stripper, and had his fame, a fame that she hated with all my heart, but he would have to live the rest of his miserable life.

The brothel had just closed its doors, even the beds were warm and the workers were changing, seemed to be a night like any other, Emyl was in the toilet when she heard loud knocks at the gate, thought it might be the owner forgot your keys again, way wearily to the entrance ... slowly opened the door enough to stick their head, not his head ...
- I can help you? "- Knew that he knew but could not remember where I had seen him somewhere ... his face was all too familiar.

"I want to rent the place, forcefully pushed the door Emyl was too exhausted and gave up, saw his party was looking up and down, still wearing his" uniform ", the man stepped forward and touched his finger your waist to the edge of their bikini-With all workers, "he smiled ominously.
"I'm sorry to tell but is not the owner so it will be back tomorrow, took a step back ... something about him was scary man at the end reminded who he was ... it was a hit, one felt the pulse heavy ... in the ears, was very scared, not just for her if not for all the girls who were inside, did not know how he would react.
"Okay, I'll be back tomorrow," said the unperturbed narco a little, took a step closer to her and kiss her lips I'll be back for you.

Emyl left there half an hour later than usual, was very scared but at the moment should be worrying about what her father would do for the delay, he knew he would be waiting ... every night was the same, the same routine ... she got tired and sick, his father opened the door, took her to his bedroom and molested her, that was every night but there were times when he was in such a drunken state he fell asleep before his arrival, begged the Lord that this was one of those times. As was customary Emyl did drugs on the way to his house, his normal dose was three marijuana cigars and a couple lines of cocaine, but this time I needed something much stronger so the fee is just three days, but for the moment cared about the tomorrow if not today. As I come to his house he knew his father was awake and waiting: their bedroom light was on, I go home quietly to avoid waking her mother must be very tired and badly beaten.

- Where were you, stupid? - Emyl closed his eyes to feel the heavy hand of her father taking her by the hair and dragging her up the stairs Give me the money-order while throwing on the bed, she handed it all, but had previously saved a little in the masseter had in front of the house, her mother must eat something, "Is that all? Do you think me an idiot?
"The truth is that if, as those words left his mouth he regretted his father did not reply but watched as he removed his belt and pants, was so inhumane what she did with her that it seemed incredible to say to be your father in public ... Emyl suffered what he suffered every night, this time not let it rest when he raped her bed ... I become the father's weight around 3 am, she cried bitterly for a long time, many things happened on his head, was due to leave there ... if your mother always had a blind eye to the effect that her husband was an adulterer and an alcoholic rapist without remedy because she was going to matter a damn what would happen to his life, it was time to do the right thing. I keep a few things in a plastic garbage bag and went out of his window as she walked away from his stable realized she was not alone.

"Hi preciousness, his breath short as identify the voice, was the drug that had gone to the brothel, had been following, Emyl not know what to do but the big armored truck was following so closely stopped turning slowly to the passenger window, where the voice came from and where was the face that had so often seen on television.
"Good night, said as calm as he could but being honest I do not make anything.
"Because that face delicacy ... we will not do anything" in the van I hear more giggles, was too much for one night ... lost track of time and space by drifting oblivion.
Upon awakening did not know where he was not even remember what had happened, was in a very dark place, could not see beyond their own nose.

- Hello? Please someone help me, Emyl was desperate for a second time on the same night the tears were falling into his lap, was leaning against something hard, his hands tied behind their backs, fortunately still had clothes in the distance I hear footsteps all the time ... were getting stronger until the sound of a lock to be run broke the stillness that reigned, a man was approaching her, she leaned to one side and on the light.
"Scream what you want, Emyl, no one will listen-that left her mute, knew his name, had been investigated, they knew where she lived, where he worked ... I knew all of it ...
"Wherever I am," came his voice broken, his head shook the tears out of their eyes and let him see his kidnapper, it will kneel in front of her, caress her face down her chin to get to her breast, are gently caressed the nipple right to continue with the left Emyl felt nausea in only imagine what they would do, I was afraid ... very afraid, the subject rose around her, he untied his hands.

- Have you seen? We are not as bad as what we want, "she knew what they would like, I knew from the moment he realized who they were, Emyl always been coveted by several drug traffickers but had preferred to stay away from them, would not be a pre -pay status with one preferred the night so it could care for her mother, had to be smart if I wanted to live there. He got up slowly and very seriously, the way the little space between them two and it surrounds the neck with both arms. He saw this smiling beauty admiring America.
- What is it you crave? - Kiss narco very repulsive, but do not let him realize, when you separated nothing could read his face was a mask full of seduction. He declined to answer or call someone else took her by the hand and led her to a bed in the room continuously, then had sex about two hours, the girl was weakened by fatigue.

"How beautiful you are," Emyl turned his back to the drug, I did not see his face, he felt like this touched her back, crushed a good string of swear words that came into his mind.
"Thanks," he said quietly, wanted to know how the hell was going out there, felt like he got up and left the room, asked God to have happened is not call any of his other "friends" quickly rose trying not to make too much noise with dress clothes, slowly opened the door and saw that nobody was around or heard anything out of his prison, leaving the fate if he took the right path, did not recognize the place, like a former hacienda , of which almost had no stairs ... many, many rooms, many windows ... a lot of everything, with each new branch should make a decision, Emyl never had a good sense of the location so I could not tell where it was going .

There was a moment in which we heard footsteps, running footsteps coming up the stairs that were their only road so went into the first door he found, was left dumbfounded when he realized he had just come into where they kept the drugs exported thousands cows were open through the stomach and some already had the envelopes thick grass, I knew that marijuana was the smell that was in the air, the temptation was too large but should be in your 5 senses that night, although some so all the drugs that had entered before he got home he was even stunned, to be rotated to ensure that could get out was met with a mirror, was stunned by the reflection that back, his eyes were red-eyed, Skinny ... appeared in the bones ... the drug was ending his life if it was not that he had done ... I hear footsteps on the other hand, were much closer ... ... way back and hit a cow open when it fell to the floor the ... door opened revealing six drug traffickers, including the one who had untied.

"Here," he said, smiling malevolently "I have been looking everywhere, has been naughty, eh? Should be punished, they laughed in unison, Emyl saw his life pass before his eyes, the tears turned to grab your face, closed his eyes as he saw every one of the gunmen approached her, behind her eyelids he saw his mother beaten, they imagine that for years he had done something, do not take it ... maybe the country ... and everything would be another story, they imagine studying and having a family but that was old water, I knew I could never meet your dream, it was a privilege that had been banned from birth, weeping bitterly as the raped over and over again, feeling like playing, he tore the clothes ... in no time he opened his eyes, he preferred not to see the faces of murderers, were tearing up, felt his blood was shed, the occasional sadistic cut it to just see her alive bleed, cry and beg all he could ... until the silence gripped the place.

Months passed before police found the body of a woman, Latino descent, apparently between 19 and 22 years, with visible signs of multiple assault and rape, was taken to the coroner where the semen was extracted from seven different men, including his father, this was arrested for physical abuse and rape, was sentenced to 50 years in prison, his wife committed suicide shortly after he broke the news that James Emyl prostitute had been murdered and their murderers had not been caught.

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The Little Girl Who Died and Left 57 Cents To Build A Bigger Church

2010-09-30T15:51:00.000-07:00

A sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it "was too crowded." "I can't go to Sunday School, "she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday School class. The child was so touched that she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.

Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings and the parents called for the kind hearted pastor, who had befriended their daughter, to handle the final arrangements. As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump. Inside was found 57 cents and a note scribbled in childish handwriting which read, "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday school. For two years she had saved for this offering of love. When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion. He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.

But the story does not end there! A newspaper learned of the story and published it. It was read by a Realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered it for 57 cents. Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide. Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00 a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300 and Temple University, where hundreds of students are trained. Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of Sunday scholars, so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time. In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russel H. Conwell, author of the book, "acres of Diamonds"---a true story. Goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 cents. Please forward this on to all your friends, perhaps someone will be touched by this true story as I was.

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Source: TruthOrFiction.com

The brickbats

2010-08-31T18:44:00.000-07:00

A young and successful executive was walking at full speed in his car late model Jaguar, without any precaution.

Suddenly he felt a loud knock on the door, he stopped and was getting off a brick had broken the paint, body and glass door of his luxury car.

It rose again, this time full of anger, took a sharp turn of 180 degrees, and returned to full speed to where the brick was out just how beautiful disgrace lucia his exotic car.

He left the car jumped up and grabbed his arms to a child, and pushing the car parked in a loud voice shouted:
- What the hell was that? Who are you? What are you doing with my car?

And angry, almost in smoke, the boy continued to shout:
- It's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost you dearly! Why did you do?
- Please sir, please. I'm sorry! Do not know the boy begged .- .- I throw the brick because no one stopped ...

Tears fell down her cheeks to the ground, pointing toward around the parked car.
- It's my brother .- He told .- It derailed his wheelchair and fell to the ground ... And I can not lift it.

Sobbing, the boy asked the executive:
- Can you please help me sit in his chair? He is beaten, and weighs a lot to me alone ... I am very small.

Visibly shocked by the words of the executive strong drink boy the knot formed in his throat. Indescribably excited about what had just happen, lifted the boy from the ground and sat back in his chair and pulled his silk handkerchief to wipe a little dirt from cuts and wounds on the brother of that boy so special. After checking that he was well, look at this boy and thanked him with a smile that no one can describe ...

- God bless you, sir ... and thank you very much .- said the child.

The man saw the boy as he walked away laboriously pushing a heavy wheelchair from his brother, until his humble cottage. The executive has not yet repaired the car door, keeping the groove that made him the brickbats ... to remind you not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick to pay attention.

Normally GOD whispers in the soul and heart, but sometimes have to throw a brick to see if you pay attention.

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A perfect error

2010-08-31T18:33:00.000-07:00

My grandfather loved life - especially when he could make a joke on someone. Until a cold Sunday in Chicago, my grandfather thought that God had played a joke. So he did not make much grace.

He was a carpenter. That day he had been particularly in the Church by a wooden trunks for clothes and other items sent to an orphanage in China.

When returning home, reached into his shirt pocket to remove his glasses, but they were not there. He was sure of having been brought there that morning, so he returned to the Church. The sought but not found.

Then he realized that the glasses had fallen from his shirt pocket without him realizing it, while working on the trunks that had already closed and packed.
His new glasses were heading to China!

The Great Depression was at its height and Grandpa had six children. He had spent $ 20 on these lenses. It is not God just told frustrated while driving back home. I have done a good deed by donating my time and money and now this.

Several months later, the Director of the orphanage was visiting the United States. I wanted to visit all the churches who had helped him when he was in China, so it was a Sunday night to the little church where my grandfather attended in Chicago. My grandfather and his family were sitting among the faithful, as usual. The missionary began by thanking people for their kindness in supporting the orphanage with donations.

But mostly, I said thank you through the lens they sent. You see, the Communists had entered the orphanage, destroying everything they had, including my glasses. I was desperate!
Even when I had the money to buy other, there was nowhere. Besides not being able to see well, every day I had severe headaches, so my colleagues and I were asking a lot to God for this. Then came their donations. When my classmates took everything, they found a pair of glasses over one of the boxes.

The missionary paused long as allowing all digested his words. Then, still amazed, he continued: "Friends, when I put on my glasses, it was as if they had been commanded to do just for me I want to thank you for being part of this!.

Everyone listened, and were happy for the miraculous glasses. But the missionary Church should have been confused, they thought. There were no glasses on the list of products that had been sent to China.

But sitting back in silence, with tears in his eyes, an ordinary carpenter realized the Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.

God is always with him who calls his open heart and deep faith. There is nothing impossible for God.

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The sobering story of Simona

2010-08-13T07:23:00.000-07:00

I will tell the story of Simon, who claims help and justice, mother of the first Orange County soldier killed in Iraq. She has been a victim of swindlers, who let him down the sky, moon and stars to tell you solve the problem of your mortgage, then a bank that refuses to make the corresponding adjustment.

Simona's son, Jose Angel Garibay, a young spirited, talented, healthy and with ambitions to be a winner of existence. Just graduated from high school, he joined the military ranks and made a revelation to her mother, her dreams were becoming a U.S. citizen and buy a house, to cease to suffer and to have a fixed habitat.

The Garibay up a modest family. She works in the housekeeping department of a hospital. Therefore, the extinct wanted her out of this circle of poverty. And she had no qualms to face challenges and risks, whatever.
José Angel had seen the first light in a state of Jalisco and his childhood was spent and on American soil, in Costa Mesa, California.

Unfortunately their plans were unfinished and who was killed in combat on March 23, 2003. A life that expired at age 21. And in tribute, the government granted him citizenship posthumously named-and Simona, who, moreover, offset by $ 200,000, part of which used for the purchase of a home.

And here began more hardship for Simona income because, as has short, made up miracles to pay the monthly payments on time, with help, even from two of his sons and what you get from the rental of a room.

But then came the crisis and Simona began to have difficulty paying, especially since the monthly increased from 2000-2000 five hundred dollars, even though the house has lost value since they bought it at $ 394,000 now costs $ 64,000 less.

Overwhelmed, she heard the siren song and caught twice with swindlers, who promised him that she wanted to hear and the result was that now is worse. The first con artist - a company in Anaheim, "I paid $ 2.900 and then closed the office and nothing is known of him. The other cheated on him that would manage to reduce their monthly payments, given in 1500 dollars and is the moment that his whereabouts are unknown.

Orange veterans have sympathized with Simona. One is Cuautlicóyotl Madrigal, who believes she is the victim of an injustice and deception of the bank who sold the house because she never told him that, eventually, the payments would increase.

Troubled, Madrigal raises his voice to emphasize that it is not fair Simona going to lose the house he bought with the sacrifice of his son, killed by enemy fire in Iraq.

She wants to give the battle to preserve that property, despite the bank's closed attitude that says that nothing can be done.

Veterans call on Obama to actually do something effective to defend those who are behind on their payments from their homes for lack of liquidity either because they lost their jobs or because they reduced their hours of work.

And they are willing to demonstrate to the authorities to prevent the loss of homes.

They also get a message saying that banks should not forget that the government bailed them out with money from the people and that they are responsible for the suffering of millions of people who have lost their homes or are about to lose them.

Of course, I extended my hand to Simona, whose case is a reminder to all those involved in the mortgage crisis to put a deaf ear to those who promise magic solutions to resolve your situation with the banks.

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Dear Mother (letter from an aborted baby)

2010-07-05T14:25:00.000-07:00

I am now in heaven, sitting in the lap of Christ. He loves me and cries with me because I have broken my heart. I wanted to be your girl! Still do not understand what happened.
From the first moment I realized that there was, that was a human being, I was very happy. Lived in a dark place, but very comfortable. He felt that it had fingers in my hands and my feet.

He was well on my development but not yet ready to leave my room. He used most of the time thinking and sleeping. Even from the early days of my life I developed a terrible addiction for you, mama.

Sometimes, when I heard you mourn, weep with you. Other times you'd scream and then you started to mourn. I heard when my dad yelling at you angrily replied. This made me very sad but he hoped that all happen soon. Sometimes I wondered why you cried frequently.

Once you cried all day. How I suffered with you! I could not imagine even the cause of much unhappiness. That same day, something terrible happened. A ferocious monster came into my room where he lay warm and comfortable.
I panicked and started screaming desperately, but my screams were not heard. I guess you were tied because you did not do the slightest effort to help me. Perhaps it was that he never heard the voice of my despair.

The monster was going closer and closer and I with shrieks of horror I was saying: "Mommy, Mommy, help me please! Grandma help me! "I was so overcome with terror! I screamed and shouted to the fullest. Then the monster's arms began to detach. How I ached! I felt a pain so strong that I can never describe. I begged him to let me, but even if I did. I screamed and screamed in horror when I pulled a leg. Although the pain was so intense that I realized I was dying. Tortured me thinking you'd never see my face and never hear you say "I love you."

I wanted to dry your tears and weep no more. He had made many plans to make you happy, Mommy! It was impossible, all my dreams I had evaporated. Although I was shocked and very sore, my broken heart was my greatest pain. I much wanted to be your daughter! But, could not be, I was dying a horrible death. I could only imagine the terrible things you were doing.

Before I throw it away I wanted to say "I love you Mommy," but did not know how to make you understand. Anyway I had not had breath to utter since he was already dead.

Then I felt myself rising. A mighty angel took me in his arms a beautiful place, crying yet, although my pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me in his arms. Jesus told me he loved me and that was my father, it made me immensely happy. I asked the Lord what it was that I had caused death and He answered softly, "On abortion, I'm sorry my dear, I know what has happened."

I do not know what that word means abortion, but I guess that is the name of the monster that cut short my life. Now I write mama, to tell you that I love you ... and to tell you: "How many longed to be your daughter!". I did everything possible to survive, wanted to live. His will to live. But it was still very small and the monster was too strong for me. I sucked breaking off the arms and legs, and then swallowed the rest of my little body. In such circumstances it was impossible to survive, but I wanted to let you know I tried and tried to stay with you, because I did not want to go.

Mammy, I also want to tell you that you care much about that monster, abortion. I love you and do not want you to pass by the suffering I went through. Please mommy, take good care.

"For you created my inmost being, you created me in my mother's womb."

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Give from the heart

2010-07-05T14:17:00.001-07:00

There was once a beggar who was lying beside the street. Come the distance he saw the King with his crown and cape. He thought

- "I'll certainly ask and give me a lot."

And when the King passed by, he said:

- "Your Majesty, Could I please give a coin?"

While inside he thought the King was going to give more.

The King looked at him and said:

- "Why do not you give me something? Are not I your king? ".

The beggar did not know the answer to the question and said:

- "But Your Majesty, I have nothing!".

The King replied:

- "Something should have. SEARCH!

Among his astonishment and anger the beggar looked through his stuff and knew he had an orange, a piece of bread and a few grains of rice

The beggar thought the piece of bread and oranges were much to give, so in the midst of his anger took five grains of rice and gave the King.

Pleased the King said:

- "Did you see that if you had!".

And he gave him five gold coins, one for each grain of rice.

The beggar then said:

- "Your Majesty, I think I have other things here"

But the king ignored him and said:

- "But what you have given me heart, I can I give."

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No rush

2010-07-05T13:44:00.000-07:00

A man had a vision in which he looked like he was standing in the midst of an assembly of evil spirits. On the throne sat the ruler of them. Satan, with the scepter of wickedness in his hand calling his subjects. Satan cried out: "Who will go to earth to ensure that men lose their souls.?"

One of the spirits summoned said - I'll

"And, how you will succeed? - Asked the king inflexible.

"I convince that there is no heaven. - Responded.

But Satan said, - No, that will not work. You could never impose that belief in the majority of humanity. This conviction of a better life to come is too rooted in the hearts of men.

Then another spirit said: - I will go.

"And, how you will succeed? - Asked Satan.

"I convince that there is no hell.

But again Satan answered: - It will not work. You will never convince most people that this is the truth. The consciousness of man will testify against you and defeat you. We must resort to something else, something that catches the attention of all social classes, people of all ages and of every character, something that is well received by the entire human race. In it a baleful spirit stepped forward and said: - Satan, I will go.

"And do you tell them? - Asked Satan.

"I'll tell - said the spirit - there's no hurry, no rush to be saved, they can do it tomorrow!

This was the spirit that was chosen to come to the earth, and he keeps muttering the hearts of men: There is time for religion. . . later. No rush. Have fun while you can. "Eat, drink, rejoice!"

But that's not true! Every moment that passes brings more souls to Eternity, many of them suddenly, without any notice. And then ... the Last Judgement.

The Bible says: "How shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation" (Hebrews 2:3). We know the answer. No escape! Therefore, "if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts ..."(Hebrews 3:15).

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned. "John 3:16

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Humanity Lost

2010-06-03T05:28:00.000-07:00

There is a big concrete city cold and soulless. In it the lack of sensitivity makes the purest and most hopeful dreams are a mere illusion of dark shadows and fuzzy face.

I have traveled in my eagerness to live. I saw in her the pain of a nonexistent future, the end of a day without reward. However, the strength of the human soul is great, and the continuous passing of time as a burst of morning breeze awakens the desire and craving the next day. Uncertainty that arises when the first ray of pure light emanating from an ancient star tenderly caresses the face of strong features and crystal eyes open any heart, even if the stone out.

I can see, hear and even smell them. They come in all sizes, fat, thin-skinned, brown and black. I can see their faces, in them the symmetry is proud of his despotism and the spirit of beauty rarely accompanies them. They are the inhabitants of the city. They are the blood that moves and gives life to this city of metal and concrete.

The bustle of a day for these people is part of life they have chosen. Some give a broader sense your emotions and life expectancy. For these people life is a miracle full of beautiful colors and perpetual sunny days. There is no future because the present is everything. Living close to nature in almost perfect harmony. They share every joy without selfishness or resentment. They are able to forgive up the offense more cruel and offensive. They can see all the beauty that displays an average day. Of looking at the color and spirit of the trees, the immensity of the sky and the intense and joyful singing of the birds. From their perspective, the world is a miracle so extraordinary as life itself. I have been fortunate to know a few like them. If possible try to imitate them. But how difficult it is to do so.

But life is responsible, either by chance or wisdom, teach us the reality as it is devoid of any makeup and mascara. Thus, in one of the many paths that I do in the city, in a typical afternoon of that dream Barquisimeto (Venezuela province), I could see an old woman sitting on a sidewalk with his hand firmly extended. My first impression, totally alien to my emotions, was somehow helping the elderly. I stopped for a few seconds or minutes or even hours, you really never know. To contemplate with deep detail.

The grandmother had to have some eighty years sitting with hand lay up firmly on hold for the charity. Most impressive was his perfect stoicism, his body quiet, unyielding to the world. He did not move one iota. Screaming in silence as I'm here I'm part of the world, please help exist. His gaze fixed on a face marked by wrinkles and dirty was lost in the endless ride through the lonely roads of indifference.

Even when I did my best to avoid it, I could not stop the tears flowed from my eyes without respite. I looked across the street and take a deep breath, hoping that other passers-by there had not been noticed. Still I did not care. In my mind, spent thousands of things, feelings, anger, resentment, frustration, etc.

I wondered how could a human being, a single cosmic wonder and infinite beauty would be in that situation. I felt helpless at the situation, a single grain in this universe without the ability to solve anything. I approached to her and put a ticket on it. I quickly away from that place. The anger consumed my whole being, my soul and my own reality.

Come to my house and cry alone. I had to do it as the only way to release all that emptiness inside that ran through my body and my heart pounded without mercy. I did not understand the emotions I felt. But I discovered that the reality of the city was the nightmare of all dark and gloomy.

There are moments when I remember that old and I wonder if he's still there. If you eat every day, if you keep the rain from the cold, etc. I have not seen since. I hope God can offer solidarity in this world was denied. I'm sure it will.

From this event awoke from lethargy and senseless agony that the city had imposed on me. There was only one way to rectify that involved all my emotions and feelings, projecting to others. That they are like drops of fresh rain and expected to make it change the realities of color and shape.

This ever-challenging and destructive reality makes dreams of those who have little, an unattainable utopia. But I still think that the sensitivity that lives in each one of us will be waking up slowly. Maybe someday we may attach a white dress. Everyone will see and respect.

From that moment we will see small miracles absent in the old reality. Solidarity with the suffering such a shame, illness or loss of a loved one. It will be a new awakening of spiritual consciousness. Conversion of souls, feelings and act in this big theater called city. Perhaps in the end we realize that any journey of discovery leads to one final, where we expect God with all his love and infinite compassion.

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Happiness Meter

2010-05-31T20:02:00.000-07:00

Dani was very upset with Santa Claus. He was so good, but extremely annoyed to see that almost every year many children, clearly more ill, were more toys for Christmas. And there were so many complaints, one night Santa Claus himself came up with the sled in his room, and brought with him to the North Pole.

- I want to show the utmost secrecy, "she said Papa Noel. If you come I will show you how we decide how many toys each child receives at Christmas.

When they arrived, Santa Claus showed some rare artifacts, as he explained:

"This was our first meter of toys. It was a balance, and toys were given away by weight. We stopped using it when a child received so many balloons that exploded collapsed the walls of his house.

- That other shaped mold is called "igualator." Served to ensure that all children receive the same toys, but then did not grace them with other children, no one wanted ... Puff, I almost ran out of work, there was a year that barely got a few letters and we had to change in a hurry ...

And that was talking about the inventions that had been used, some really ridiculous, others a bit gullible, until finally he said:

- .. but everything was settled with this invention, and since then every year I receive many more millions than the previous card. Happiness measure is called, and serves to measure the happiness of children. When visiting a child, we put in the meter of happiness all you have, and automatically tells us the best gifts for him.

- Well, must be broken, I always play a few gifts ...- protested the child.

- Absolutely not! works perfectly. Children who like you have many friends, some fathers and brothers who love them very much, are generous and do not seek happiness in things they have thousands of points on the gauge of happiness, and give them lots of toys just might bajárselos. However, children who are more isolated, or whose parents make them less attention, or have no brothers or friends, have so few points that no matter how many gifts we add to the happiness measure: never spend half ... that is the great secret of the meter: get more people have less real.

As there seemed to end to believe, that accompanied Dani Christmas in his sleigh Santa Claus bringing happiness meter, checking himself how those who received more gifts were the least happy of all. And could not help but mourn when they saw a child very rich but very sad that after opening one hundred gifts, spent the night alone in his room ...

And he felt so sorry for these children, which never came to envy their gifts and things, and tried every day to make them reach those children a small part of his great happiness.

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Never lose momentum

2010-05-25T20:47:00.000-07:00

This is the story of Bill Levitt, a pioneer in the construction industry, who became rich after having built suburbs on Long Island, New York, but who later lost his fortune.

One day at a party, Donald Trump, who at that time was in its heyday as an investor and real estate developer, Bill was sitting and approached him thinking I might need a friend to talk to. When asked what had happened, he answered "I lost my momentum." Bill sold his business for a hundred million dollars, bought a yacht and a house in southern France and left. Years later, he got bored and bought back his business, but it went down. His business had changed, times had changed but he remained the same. At this point, see Donald turns and says "do not lose your momentum."

Years later, Donald was invited to dinner but I was exhausted and weary of arguing with bankers all day, did not want to go. Donald recalled the words of Bill and instead of staying to rest that night, put on his suit and attended the dinner. He was surprised to see that one of the bankers with whom he was fighting all day, sat at his side. That night resolved all their differences and emerged a new deal, which would not have occurred if Donald had not taken the advice of Bill, and had stayed at home to rest.

When it comes to money, most people worry too much about losing him, that even prefer not to risk it. This type of people end up losing your money and do not create or gain momentum, if they fail, give up and surrender, if successful, charge and retreat, if there is a crisis or situation gets tough, enter a kind of hibernation and wait until the economy recovers or the situation changes.

One of the reasons why people are not rich is because they think and worry too much. Instead of taking action stops are thinking "What if I fail, What if I lose my money, What will tell me if I fail?", Etc.

ManHistories

MEANING OF THE DEATH OF JESUS

2010-05-09T21:50:00.000-07:00

It is the typical Friday afternoon and you're driving to your house. You tune the radio. The news tells a story of little importance:

In a remote village killed three people in some flu never seen before. You do not pay much attention to this event ...

On Monday when you wake up, hear that they are not three, but that 30,000 people have died in the remote hills of India. People of the U.S. disease control, has gone to investigate. On Tuesday it's the biggest news on the front page, because not only India but Pakistan, Iran and Afghanistan and soon the news goes out to all reporters. They are calling it "Mystery Flu" and everyone is asking? How can we control it? Then the news surprised everyone. Europe closes its borders, there will be flights to France from India, or any other country where disease has been seen. As the closure of borders when watching the news you hear the translation of a woman in France who says there's a man in the hospital dying of "Mystery Flu." There has to give. Then you have four days of horrible symptoms and die. England also closes its borders, but too late, another day goes by and the U.S. president close the borders to Europe and Asia, to prevent infection in the country, until they find a cure ... The next day people gather in churches to pray for a cure and someone comes in saying:

Turn on the radio and heard the news: two women have died in New York. In hours, it seems that the thing invades the whole world. Scientists are working to find the antidote, but nothing works. And suddenly, comes the awaited news: We have deciphered the DNA code of the virus can make the antidote. You will be required the blood of someone who has not been infected and indeed throughout the country spread the word that all go to the central hospital to undergo a blood test.

You volunteer with your family, next to neighbors, wondering what will happen? Is this the end of the world? ... Suddenly the doctor shouts a name you read in your notebook. The youngest of your children is by your side, he pulls his jacket and says:

Papi? That is my name. Before you can react they are taking your son and you cry: Wait! And they answer: everything is fine, his blood is clean, your blood is pure. We think it has the correct blood type. After five long minutes the doctors out crying and laughing. It is the first you've seen someone laugh in a week.

The older doctor approaches you and says: Thank you, sir, your child's blood is perfect, it's clean and pure, can be the antidote to this disease ... The news runs everywhere, people are praying and laughing with joy. In this case the doctor approaches you and your wife and says: Can we talk a minute?

We did not know that the donor would be a boy and we need to sign this form to give us permission to use their blood. When you are reading the paper realize that not say the amount they needed and questions: How much blood? ... The doctor's smile disappears and he answers: never thought I was a child. We were not prepared! We needed everything!. You can not believe and try to answer: "But, but ..."... The doctor continues to insist: you do not understand, we are talking about cure worldwide. Please sign, we need ... all. You ask: But do not they give him a transfusion? And the answer comes, If we had clean blood we could ... you sign ?...... Please Sign !!...... ?...... silent and not able to feel the same fingers that have the pen in hand as signatures. They ask: Do you want to see her son? You walk into that emergency room where your child is sitting in bed saying, Daddy!? Mommy!? What?.

Taking his hand and say, 'Son, your mommy and I love you and never let you stop something that was not needed, you understand that? And when the doctor comes back and says: I feel we need to begin, people around the world is dying ... Can you leave? You can turn your back on your son and leave him there? ... while he tells you, why they're leaving me? And next week when they make a ceremony to honor your son, some people fall asleep at home, others do not come because they prefer to go for a walk or watch a football game and others come to the ceremony with a fake smile pretending that they matter. Would want stand up and scream: "My son died for what you do not care?"

Maybe that is what He means, "My son died Do not you know how much he loved them?"

It is curious how simple it is for people to discard God and then wonder why the world goes from bad to worse.

Funny how we believe everything we read in the newspaper, but question what the Bible says.

It's funny how everyone wants to go to heaven, arguing that they do not have to believe, think, say or do anything the Bible says.

It's funny how people say "I believe in God," but their actions show that follows others.

It's funny how you can send hundreds of "jokes" through e-mail ... the same that spread like a voracious fire, but when you send messages about God's people think twice about sharing with others.

It is curious as lust, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in schools and the workplace.

FUN IS RIGHT? More interesting is how someone can be so turned on by Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

It is curious that when you finish reading this message, you are not going to send many of those who are in your address list because you are not sure what they believe. Do what they are thinking? Be sure to send them.

Funny how I care more about what people think of me than what God thinks of me?

The history of the flu and your child is not true. Stay calm. The other yes. That of a man who gave his blood and life for all of us. And his father that after two thousand years is still asking:

"My son died to save them ... Do they not care?"

ManHistories

THREE TREES

2010-05-09T21:38:00.001-07:00

Once there were three trees on the hill in a forest.
They talked about their dreams and hopes and the first said:
- "Someday I will be a treasure chest, I'll be full of gold, silver and precious stones. I will be decorated with intricate carvings and fine art, all will see my beauty."
The second tree said:
- "Someday I'll be a mighty ship, take you to the greatest kings and queens across the waters and sail to all corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe by my strength, my mighty power and helmet."
Finally, the third tree said:

- "I want to grow up to be the tallest and straightest of all the trees in the forest. People see me on top of the hill, look to my branches, and think of the God of heaven, and how close will be to achieve it . I'll be the greatest tree of all time and people always remember me. "
After a few years that trees pray for their dreams to become reality, a group of loggers went to site of the former.
When one of the loggers saw the first tree said:

- "This looks like a strong tree, I could sell the wood to a carpenter" -. And he began to cut.
The tree was happy because he knew that the carpenter would make it a treasure chest.
The other woodcutter said as he watched the second tree:
- "It looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard."
The third tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would come true.
The woodsmen said,

- "Do not need anything special from this tree, so I cut and take wood for the winery" -. And cut the third tree.
When the first tree arrived at the carpenter lived, was converted into a box of food for animals, placed in a manger and filled with straw. He felt very bad, because it was not for what he had prayed.
The second tree was cut and turned into a small fishing pond, not even big enough to sail on the sea, and was placed in a lake. And saw his dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.

The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the darkness of a cellar.
Years later, the trees forgot about their hopes and dreams for which both had prayed ...

Then one day a man and a woman came to the manger.

She gave birth to a beautiful child, and laid on straw that was inside the box it was from the first tree. The boy's father wished he could have made a crib for the baby, but the drawer should be.
The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that he had held the greatest treasure of all time.
Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat which had become the second tree.
One of them was tired and fell asleep in the boat. While they were in the water, a great storm arose and the tree did not think it was strong enough to save the men.

They woke the sleeping, and He stood up and said the air:
- "Quiet! Hold still!" -. And the storm and the waves stopped.
At that time the second tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Finally, some time later, someone came and got the third tree tables.
Was carried through the streets while people spat, cursed and beat the man who was carrying it. They stopped a small hill and the man was nailed to the tree and up to die on the hilltop.

When Sunday came, the third tree knew that he had been strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as ever, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is:
When it seems that things do not go according to your plans, know that God always has a plan for you.
If you put your trust in Him, you'll make great gifts for your time.
Remember that every tree got what he asked, just not in the way they thought.
Do not always know what God plans for us, we only know that His ways are not ours, but ... Always the best!

ManHistories

Some secrets

2010-05-09T21:30:00.001-07:00

Stops your tongue so it will not runaway, I always less than you think.

Cultivate a low, persuasive voice. The way you say it, sometimes counts more than
what you say.

Never miss the opportunity to say a kind word and encouraging.

Praises the work well done, no matter who did it.

Be interested in others: in their occupations, their welfare, their homes and family.

Let all who are, no matter how humble, feel that you I think one important person.
Be cheerful!

Hide your pains, your worries and your disappointment at your courageous and sincere smile. Laugh when you hear a really good joke and learn to tell you too.

You must keep an open mind about all the problems. You can discuss, but not play.

Let your virtues speak for themselves and do not mention the vices of others.

Do not encourage gossip. You impose your rule of not saying anything about another person unless it is a good thing.

Be careful with the feelings of others. The jokes and jokes at the expense of others, seldom worth saying them and hurt where least expected.

Pay no mind to malicious comments about you just live in such a way that no one creates. Upset nerves, often causing caustic replies.

Do not despair of getting what you think you deserve. Do your work, be patient and keep your good nature.

Consider other people before yourself and you will be respected and rewarded.

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The Caterpillar

2010-05-09T21:16:00.000-07:00

A small caterpillar walked a day towards the sun. Near the road was a grasshopper.
- Where do you head? "He asked.
While walking, the caterpillar said,
"I had a dream last night I dreamed that from the tip of the great mountain I watched the entire valley. I liked what I saw in my dream and I decided to do it.
Surprised, the grasshopper said as his friend moved away:
- You must be crazy! How do you get to that place? You? A simple caterpillar? A stone is a mountain, a little pool a sea and any body of a barrier ...

But the worm was far away and not hear him, her tiny body is not stopped moving.
Suddenly he heard the voice of a beetle:
- Where do you head so hard?
Sweating, and the worm, said breathlessly:
- I had a dream and I want to do, climb that mountain and from there to contemplate our world.
The beetle could not stand the laughter, burst out laughing and then said:
- Not me, with legs as big, try to make something so ambitious.
And she was lying on the floor laughing while the caterpillar went his way, having already advanced a few centimeters.
Just as the spider, the mole and the frog our friend advised him to desist.
- You will not succeed again! He was told, but inside there was a momentum that forced him to follow.
Depleted, exhausted and near death, decided to stop to rest, and build with his last effort overnight facilities.

"I'll be better. It was the last thing you said and died.
All animals of the valley were to look at his remains, there was the wildest animal of the field, his tomb was built as a monument to folly, there was a hard shelter, worthy of one who died for wanting to make a dream.
One morning when the sun shone in a special way, all the animals gathered around what had become a warning for the bold.

Suddenly they were astonished, that hard shell began to crack, and with amazement saw eyes and antennae that could not be those of the caterpillar thought dead. Little by little, to give them time to recover from the impact, were leaving the beautiful butterfly wings that impressive to be in front of them, which would make her dream, the dream for which he had lived, who was dead and the who had returned to live.

Everyone was wrong ...
God created us to achieve an ideal, live for him, trying to achieve, put their lives for it and if we realize we can not, we may need to make a stop on the way and experience a radical change in our lives and then, with new vigor and grace of God, we will.

"Success in life is not measured by what you've accomplished, but by the obstacles you have faced in the way."

ManHistories

The miracle of life

2010-02-26T04:33:00.000-08:00

I was about to turn 18, was a restless young man eager to succeed in life, he was in the final year of high school when something happened that changed my destiny completely.

It was the night before my birthday, could not sleep, I was worried thinking about being an adult, I thought a thousand things, I suddenly saw a flash almost blinded me looking at my a being that can hardly be described, only I can say I had a sweet face, which reflected great joy beautiful, melodious voice told me from that night, whose birthday ever grant me one wish, whatever it was, however impossible it seemed, he could grant it, but I recommended that we think about it because the first thing you ask endure over the others.

With all the excitement I felt, but without cuestionármelo thought that he would ask, after a while, I asked to be young forever, yes, I asked never ages. This being magical, strange words uttered, after saying good-bye to my wish was granted, promising to return next year told me his name was Sibenci.

Since that night I never felt tired, could do everything I wanted without feeling depleted, despite that bothered me my financial situation had to work to study and as a woman I was very hard to get a good job and earn good . I decided to pass the best possible looking forward to the day of my birthday.

When the day finally came, I saw a Sibenci wondering what my next wish, without much thought I said I wanted to be a man, a man of success, which I was instantly granted.
Thus began my life of desires, which were granted each year, staying forever young, I called superior intelligence, great physical strength, wealth, skills and abilities to perform all work and inventions; over the years I became a young rich, powerful, had traveled the world, speaking a multitude of languages, had extraordinary homes, airplanes, ships, trains, better cars, had everything, but I never felt satisfied, the days were so fast, I had forgotten ever since I was a woman, I thought all year in every new desire was still not happy, so I decided to order something special next time.

Sibenci appeared again when I asked for the ability to predict the future, stared at me as wanting to know if that was really what I wanted, without saying another asked me to close my eyes, count to three and my wish is granted.

In doing so, imagine my surprise, I found myself as a doctor in a beautiful village, people were very friendly, I found it difficult to relate, I soon realized my ability, if only to touch someone's hand for a few seconds appeared in my mind images of events, which were presented as a movie before my eyes, so I decided to use my ability to help prevent disasters or situations of danger. Unfortunately what started out as a fascinating wish come true was becoming a nightmare, because I faced death at the hospital where she worked began to be very frequent, it was gruesome to see, before I could do anything, who die in the next few moments, I had become so fond of that community know that it hurt when someone was coming to an end, was a very difficult year for me.
Finally came my cherished birthday, without fail Sibenci appeared, before he asked, I said I wanted no more predict the future, in the midst of my frustration without thinking, I asked who wanted to be alone, away from everyone, not wishing to speak with anyone before he could retract saying good-bye - it will.

I found myself in a small hut, coming out of it I realized I was on top of a mountain, I could only see about other points covered in snow and far barely could see a village in the Swiss Alps . I was really alone in the cabin with large trunks, with rustic furniture, a large fireplace that was warm in that freezing cold, and worst of all was that when I tried I could not give word, was speechless, I felt a great sadness in thinking soul that would be another miserable year. During that time I never tried to go down to town, just crying, poor eating, drinking goat's milk, in the midst of that loneliness Sibenci had at my disposal, and the ability to make cheese and hazelnut candy they collect during my long walks , which served me anything because they never shared with anyone, consumed in silence.

He had lost track of time which made me surprised Sibenci arrival, very calm voice he asked me what would be my wish. With great anguish as I told him I wanted to be alone and not much time had passed without contact with other people, I said I wanted to have the ability to interpret the thoughts of others, thinking that would lead me to someone important other time.

Again, the genie asked me close my eyes, counting to three, when opened was still young, but now he was a young soldier somewhere in Africa. I was at the wrong time to ask that desire, now had a new torment, I could hear the thoughts of those poor people around me could hear moans, I felt a distance the agony, hunger, misery, and also the cruel intentions of the wealthy men of that place, who ruthlessly exploited African blacks.

Why this happened to me? Why I became Sibenci in such terrible circumstances? He could not understand, until I met an old man named Nicholas, who despite his age working hard earth, their thoughts were a delight to my tormented mind, because it only emitted a fervent faith had ever seen, full of ideas optimism and willingness to help others, he thanked God for every day, never complained about how little she had. So I always tried to be with him, learning of his goodness, trying to block my mind not to perceive the pain of others.

Before I reached my birthday, Nicholas seriously ill, even on his deathbed thanked God thought the opportunity had he lived, he was pleased with what he had done. At that time I reflected on how he had wasted my life, to be so miserable I was turning, always thinking about myself and despite the years she had spent so sad I did not learn the true meaning of life.

When the day of my birthday, he was staring at me Sibenci weeping I said I wanted to be who I at first wanted to have peace and be happy, smile told me I could go back to being a woman again, but not I could go back in time and that happiness and peace longed find them myself.

With high-resolution closed my eyes for a count of three, the opening was facing a mirror, it was almost an old woman, I never realized all the years I spent asking vain desires, with eternal youth. But now I was quiet, had a comfortable home, with the passing days I knew this neighborhood was surrounded by many young families, men and women full of life working every day for their young children, usually two per family; little by little, I related to them, who said find me good advice.

With joy made them see that life had to be enjoyed with everything we offer, and the stressed women felt better, my small company were very pleasant, at least I thought my house had become a nursery. I felt useful, happy, I could sleep in peace every night.

I slept when I felt the light of the window in my face, I awoke with a start, next to me was my husband, got up and the room next to my precious children were still asleep, I saw the date was the first day of 2001 was nearly thirty years of age who had strange dream.

Since that morning I felt renewed my faith, I am happy to be a woman, wife, mother, teacher, of having a family and many friends. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to be happy with a great capacity to love, but above all I thank you for being myself, albeit with many defects, with the chance to be better each day and give their best me to those around me.

When you have everything, always wants more. Humans are imperfect. God knows and cries about it.

The Problem ...

2010-02-20T13:36:00.000-08:00

A mouse looked through a hole in the wall, go to a farmer and his wife opening a package. Felt emotion, thinking it was what it contained.
He was terrified when he discovered it was a trap!
He ran into the yard of the farm to warn everyone:

"There is a mousetrap in the house, a mousetrap in the house!"
The chicken was clucking and scratching, I raise my head and said:

- Excuse me, Mr. Mouse. I understand that is a big problem for you, but not harm me at all, does not bother me.

The mouse was not until the lamb and said:
"There is a mousetrap in the house, a mousetrap!" ...

- Excuse me, Mr. Mouse, there's nothing more I can do but pray for you. Rest assured he will be remembered in my prayers.

The mouse then turned to the cow and the cow said:

- But perhaps I'm in danger? I think not .... more ... I'm sure not.

So the mouse returned to the house concerned and dejected to face the farmer's mousetrap.

That night they heard a great noise, like a mousetrap catching its victim. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.
In the darkness, she saw that the trap caught the tail of a poisonous cobra.

A cobra bit the woman.

The farmer took her to hospital immediately. She returned with a fever. Everyone knows that to feed someone with fever, nothing like a soup.
The farmer grabbed his ax and went to get the main ingredient: chicken.

Because the disease of women continued, friends and neighbors came to visit.

For feeding, the farmer killed the lamb. And the woman did not improve and eventually died. And the farmer then sold the cow to the slaughterhouse to cover funeral expenses.

The next time you hear someone has a problem
and think as it's not yours and you do not pay attention ...
Think twice.

Tale wedding

2010-02-09T17:11:00.001-08:00

The girl who 25 years ago became the image of Africa's food crisis is committed to another survivor of the disaster.

Birhan Woldu is 28 and his own life is a story that began with misfortune and ends with a happy ending. 25 years ago became the symbol of the great famine across Ethiopia, when he was a child, and today is a heroic and happy woman. Her future husband is Birhanu Meres, another survivor of the crisis, whom he met six years ago, and together they begin a new life now.

When the bride was three, his photo went around the world after its exhibition at the legendary Live Aid concert held at Wembley (UK) in 1985. But this little girl malnourished and ill managed to get ahead and are preparing to experience the biggest day of your life. "My life is wonderful, I am very happy. Berhanu is a lovely man," said the British newspaper The Sun.

The Ethiopian Orthodox ceremony in which the couple exchanged engagement rings and received the blessing of the priest in Qwiha, north of the country. Birhan and Berhanu (she, wearing a white dress bride and veil, and he and business suit) were radiant and very happy. Gone are the days of hardship for this pair, who eagerly awaits the arrival of the wedding. "I have two children," said Birhan, "a boy and a girl, so that my life is full".

In 2005, Birhan reappeared on stage in humanitarian concert Live 8 in the UK, but this time he did it for the fantastic news of his survival, and in style: from the hand of the Madonna herself, held with all the attendees that she did have a second chance.

Human life is perfect. The human being becomes a sea of regret and sadness unending.

Instructons to walk for life

2010-01-17T12:21:00.000-08:00

Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
Memorize your favorite poem.
Do not believe everything you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.
When you say "I love you, really feel it.
When you say "I'm sorry" look the person in the eye.
Have many brides at least six months before marriage.
Believe in love at first sight.
Never laugh at anyone's dreams of others.
Love deeply and passionately. It may hurt, but it's the only way to live life fully.
When you disagree, fight fairly. No injuries.
Do not judge people before his family.
Talk slowly but think quickly.
When someone asks you a question you do not want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?".
Remember that great love and big businesses involve great risk.
Call your mother.
Say "bless you" when someone sneezes.
When you lose, do not forget the lesson.
Remember the three R's: Respect for self, Respect for others, Responsibility for all your actions.
Do not let a little dispute injure a great friendship
When you realize you have made a mistake, Remedial immediately.
Smile when you pick up the phone. Who calls you will feel it in your voice.
Marry a / a man / woman you love to talk to. When envejezcáis, the ability to talk is as important as any other skill.
Stay only occasionally.
Open your arms to change but do not let go of your values.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Read more books and watch less television.
Live a good and honorable. When you get older and look back, you will be happy a second time.
Believe in God but lock your car unlocked.

And remember always, every day with a smile to the world.

One blood

2010-01-16T19:14:00.001-08:00

They were born together, and together they had raised. They had shared the same food, same clothes, the same bed, the same toys. Marco and Roberto Solis, São Paulo, Brazil, were Siamese twins. They were born joined at the hip, and had never been separated.

However, there was something that they had in common: character. Robert was peaceful and compassionate, and Marco was violent and impulsive. One day when I had twenty-four years old, Marcus, in a rage, killed his brother with a bullet, but death was the death of one another. The two shared the same blood.

Since the days of Cain and Abel, the first brothers to sacred history records, there are stories of brothers killing brothers. This Biblical story has been repeated millions of times over the centuries and around the world. Brothers killing brothers, sometimes blood brothers, blood brothers sometimes, sometimes nationality brothers, brothers of culture.

The world witnessed in Rwanda, the death of a million people at the hands of his own brothers. The same has happened in Northern Ireland, Somalia, Serbia, Bosnia, Herzegovina and many other partesdel world. Brothers in fits of rage, killing brothers. And what is the result? Same as the Solis brothers:'s death brings about the death of others.

Is there solution for both fratricidal hatred? I have a picture that keeps me alive in the memory of two individuals whom I met in El Salvador. One had been a fanatical Communist, the other had to do with the so-called death squad dela. Their ideological positions they had made enemies to death, but there were in the photo, one on each side of me. And what they represent? Together they ran the prayer group in his church. Unbelievable but true!

Why bring it to account? Because this was the result of a spiritual work in the heart of every one of them. When Christ entered his life, something happened. The hatred was transformed into love, and the two who were once sworn enemies, became a model of brotherly love.

Christ is the solution. He loved us so much that to call us brethren, became man like us. By dying on the cross paid the debt of our sin. If we believe in Christ and receive Him as Lord and Savior, we get rid of fratricidal hatred and begin a new life. He said: "As I have loved you, so you must love one another" (John 13:34).

Author: Brother Paul

For cents and within minutes

2010-01-16T19:01:00.001-08:00

"Do not be silly. You do not have to carry that burden. Get rid of that problem. You can do in just ten minutes and for very little money. "So the friend advised him Mónika Schemper, who pondered a long time.

Monika had a problem. It was a problem that went with it everywhere, because it was part of herself and grew day by day. Monika was pregnant. In the belly was an unwanted child, and her friend told her that it was easy to remove "for a few Marks and in a few minutes."

She did not think more. He went to a clinic that performs abortions and, in fact, in ten minutes and for a few Marks, like a small thing, a matter of very slight importance, fought their load, their distress, their problem, their son! That's what I thought Mónika.

However, there are in that much more than a simple surgical procedure. Professor Petersen of the Gynecologic Clinic of Hannover, Germany, says the woman who is an abortion is not relieved of their problem. Rather, it creates a long series of emotional problems that continue throughout life.

The first thing you see is guilt. After surgery, consciousness begins to remonstrate. Following the voice of conscience, comes the depression. And after the depression is apathy. The woman loses the love of life, and wasted, a large percentage, intimacy in married love.

After apathy, irritability comes, and if married, enter a resentment and hatred against the husband. This will create new problems, since you also hate the doctor and to men in general, and suffers nightmares and frigidity. The abortion takes away a woman called "a problem" but it creates ten thousand more.

Abort whatever the reason, it cut the life process, because human life begins at birth but at the moment conception takes place.

Is normal pregnancy without a father or mother? Is it normal for a teenager, without maturity and without trial, bring a child into this world? Of course not! But neither is it normal that thousands of human beings, created in the image of God, they are cast as waste, to landfill.

To anyone who asks, Jesus Christ gives a fair measure of moral values and gives the power to do God's will. Miss, Mrs., not subjected to destructive practices. With Christ at your side, you can overcome. Give your life today.

Author: Brother Paul

Papi, give me back my hands

2010-01-16T18:53:00.001-08:00

A family had bought a luxury car. The father loved that car. Arriving at a gas station down the parents and leaving children under 3 years in the car, closing the doors ... the child, found a marker and began writing in all that trim, with great enthusiasm and love.

Upon returning, the enraged father, started hitting the child in his hands with great force ... until they had to get the child was very badly treated and had to take him to hospital.

At the hospital, notifying them that their hands had been crippled by beatings. Finding his father in the room in tears ... laughing child says Hi Daddy ... ... and learned the lesson ... I will not do more papi ... But please I compose my hands! ! The father left the room very sad. That changed his life forever.

REFLECTION:

Why do we place so much importance to material things to the degree of harm to our loved ones? STUPIDITY THAT BIG! "One day I was born, one day die, and I'll take anything, but am I really living?" "A house is made of stone and wood home ... deamor and delivery.

Sometimes we neglect the family relationship for material things. Do not forget that people come first.

The Windshield Washer

2010-01-16T18:21:00.000-08:00

It was about eleven at night. For several minutes I had left my girlfriend at home. The high lights touched my Robelo Plastics.

A person walked toward the vehicle and immediately put on the safety. He was a young man with a dirty face in her right hand brandishing a rag pretending to clean the windscreen.

I said not without much enthusiasm. He insisted and my patience ran out, I felt the blood rush to my head and down the glass of my window and faced the young almost crying, I told you no!.

The first appearance he made was rubber paste, however carefully to fix me I noticed his face was dirty, pale and with a look of sadness. With so dirty rag that I am rather going to dirty glass.

He under his head and remained silent. The young man's humble attitude shocked me.

I felt uncomfortable and to try to defuse the situation said: Why do not you buy a shovel and clean glass and give a good service. I do not have money softly replied that looked like a whisper. Well save and buy one I answered. He raised his eye and said: Okay sir.

The incident, perhaps because it is so common in our capital, I forgot. Time passed and one night in the same light a young man blowing hair and a contagious smile happily approached me and asked: Now if the Lord lets me clean glass.

The couple looked radiant, as if a ray of happiness light up your life. I was undaunted few moments, until I got to admit it. It was the same kid that incident.

Now he was clean and brandished in his right hand a stick with which clean the glass.

Look, Don, said the young man, I ignored him, I saved and bought my cleanser, now I'm doing great. A laugh erupted from my heart, was the exhumation of guilt for my arrogance a few months ago. Of course the young man answered and efficiently clean the windscreen. I paid for their services and graciously thanked.

At night I reviewed the events. This young man had no resources and no hope. But the need and willingness to move forward enough to grab a choice: change your rag by a more efficient and improve their incomes. He tried and succeeded.

Many times, I wondered, many of us with more resources and study, we sank into the despair and fall into disrepair and neglect.

This simple young, poor and illiterate perhaps showed me, by example, the light that many times we need to see in the darkness of discouragement and despair to return to try again, to innovate faith in ourselves and rise with success, with the victory.

Sometimes we lose the ability to see beyond what is before our eyes. A person can be stripped, but with a great capacity to improve. They just need someone who will not cry, if not a friendly hand to guide them. Today we can guide someone.

Two angels visit the men

2010-01-12T20:28:00.001-08:00

Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night at the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let them spend the night in the guest room of the mansion, and were given only a very small space in a cold basement.

As they prepared to rest on the hard ground, the largest angel saw a hole in the wall then hastened to repair it, seeing this little angel asked why he did that, what the largest angel replied:

- "Things are not always as they seem"

The next night, the angels stopped to rest on a poor farm, a very hospitable farmer and his wife humble, kindly shared the little food they had and let them sleep in his own bed, so that they have a good rest.

When the sun rose the next morning, found the farmer and his wife crying because its only cow was dead. This cow made profits by selling milk he milked, and that was almost his only income.

The angry little angel called out to the oldest:

"Why did you let this if the rich family who treated us badly, even fixed a hole in the wall and these poor people who took pains to care for us, you let him die were his only chance of living?"

- "Things are not always as they seem" the angel answered and explained further:

- "When we were in the cold basement of the family rich in the hole I noticed there was gold, which believes that the wealthy family was not necessary, that's why I plugged the hole to avoid being found. Last night when we were resting comfortably, death came in the friendly farmer's wife then gave him the cow instead of the wife. You see, things are not as they seem. "

When something bad happens, be assured that God knows what paths we should take.

Roses and thorns

2010-01-12T20:13:00.000-08:00

The rosebush was proud and boasted of her beauty: "My flowers are more beautiful than The Lord has created, not in me no harm."

The other flowers reminded him that he also had thorns. He said that the thorns did no harm to anyone.

It happened that men and women came to collect roses, and roses are even more proud. He asked for whom they were, and told him to throw the passing of a young carpenter who had emerged as the king of the people.

The next day the rose saw as the passing of this young man climbed a Burrill, people covered the path of rose petals. While shouting "Long live the son of David!

"See told the other plants, the petals of my roses have served to honor the Messiah. I'm the best plant. "

"You have thorns" said others.

"With that I do not hurt anyone, are a self-defense."
Five days later, soldiers came and approached the rose. They were angry and their eyes were full of hatred.

"Here we find what is necessary to honor the King of the Jews as it deserves." The thought that came to plant more roses and bent to facilitate pruning, but the soldiers departed abruptly, and taking the tongs in his hand, said "no bush, we do not want your flowers, what we want are your spines."

The Rose could do nothing to stop it, with its thorns, the Roman soldiers who nailed drew up the crown on the brow of that innocent man, the most innocent and righteous men, the Son of God.

The next day saw the rose from his mountain nailed to the Cross and felt shame and embarrassment at the same time.
"I'm the worst of plants, for me would have hurt the innocent."

The guardian angel of the plants said, "You're not the worst, remember that you left the petals it throws on the day of his triumph. And this crown, made your bones, it is true that he does suffer, but she's getting lots of little rise as King. As for you Rose, you're not bad or good, you are a plant that has flowers and thorns. You must not forget.

What we forget? Do we see only our good side, our virtues? Just see what we are nice and kind to others and forget that we also have spines (defects) that are sometimes more than the petals (virtues)?.

We must reflect. Although there are some that could be considered a rose ... do not forget that roses have thorns too.

He washed my feet

2010-01-12T20:06:00.001-08:00

A story about how Jesus teaches us to be humble and willing heart

That night, dinner was very special. There was an air atmosphere of sanctity that would not let us not for a moment. I do not know, could not explain it.

Sitting around the table eating in silence, the dinner seemed the most important of all the dinners we had in our lives. We try very hard to live which meant the coming of God to the world, his immense love that made his death on the cross to save us.

Suddenly, he whom were having stood before us. Can you imagine how we feel? God himself stood before us, watching us. His tenderness and love immediately enveloped us while He was inclined towards us. Then she knelt and said: "I chose you to wash your feet because I love you".

I could not believe God was in front of me, kneeling. I felt totally embarrassed until my eyes met those of my feet touched him, held them in his strong, warm hands and washed them.

I can still feel the water running by my feet. I can still feel his hands on them. I can still see the look in my eyes. Then, while wiping my feet with the towel he said: "As I've done for you, you must do so with others. Learn to lean. Learn how to kneel. Learn to wrap your love and tenderness to all who know you . Wash your feet because you do not have to do but because you want to. "

"Just as I have done, you should do it." Those words stayed in my heart forever, sounding again and again. Then I said: "There are many feet washing.

"No," replied softly. They're just my feet. What you do for them, you will always for me.

Demonstrate humility before the other is a symbol of God's love prevails in us.

For you, Mom and Dad ...

2010-01-12T19:54:00.000-08:00

I tripped over a passing stranger and said "sorry".
The answer "Excuse me please, I did not see."
We were very polite, we continue our journey, we parted.

Later, when you are cooking, my son was very close to me. By turning almost beat her, "Off" I yelled, pulled the connection, except that I noticed how hard I did.

Being awake to bed God told me gently: "Treat the stranger politely. But molesting the boy you love." (and this obviously includes shocks).
Go to the kitchen and find some flowers on the floor near the door. "These are the flowers that you cut and dress, pink, yellow and blue. I was quietly to give you the surprise and did not see the tears filling his eyes."

"I was miserable and I began to mourn."

Softly I went and knelt by his bed and said: "Wake up little, wake up." Are these the flowers you cut for me?.

He smiled and said: "I found the tree. I took them because they are pretty as you, especially the blue."

"Son, I'm sorry I did not you scream I should."

He said, "Okay mom. I love you anyway."

"I love you and I love the flowers, especially blue.

Note that if we die tomorrow, within days the company covers the post. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of his life. Think about it, because we are delivering more to work than to our family, do not think that is an unwise investment ..?

Wait a little more

2010-01-12T19:41:00.000-08:00

In England, there was a couple who liked to visit the small shops of central London.

One of your favorite stores where selling was an old china. In one of his visits to the store saw a beautiful teacup. "May I see the cup?" asked the lady, "I've never seen anything so fine as that!"

As had her hands on the cup, he heard the cup began to speak. The cup he said "You do not understand! I've always been this cup you're holding! Long ago I was only a shapeless pile of mud.

My creator took me in his hands and hit me and molded me warmly. There came a time when I was in despair and shouted: "Please!" Leave me alone already! " But my master only smiled and said, "Wait a little longer, is not yet time."

Then I put in an oven. I never felt so hot! I wondered why my love would burn, so I knocked on the door of the oven. Through the window of the oven could read the lips of my master told me: "Wait a little longer, is not yet time."

Finally the door opened, my master took me and put me on a shelf for my cool. "That's better!" I said to myself, but I had barely cooled when my creator and I was brushing and painting. The smell of paint was horrible! I felt I would drown! "Please stop!" I shouted my master, but he just shook his head in a negative gesture and said: "Wait a little longer, is not yet time."

At last my master stopped painting, but this time I took it and put me back to another oven! was not an oven like the first, but it was much hotter! Now I was sure I would suffocate! I begged and I pleaded with my master to take me out! I cried, I cried, but my creative just looking at me saying, "Wait a little longer, is not yet time."

At that moment I realized that there was no hope, never be able to survive in this oven!. Just as I was about to give up the door opened and my master took me warmly and put me on a ledge that was still higher than the first, there left me a moment to cool off.

After an hour of leaving the second furnace, my master gave me a mirror and said, "Look at you! It's you!" I could not believe it! That could not be me! I saw was beautiful!. My master once told me: "I know it hurt being beaten and molded by my hands, but if I had left as you were, you would have dried up. I know it caused a lot of heat and pain to be in the first blast, but not Haberte put there, surely you would have crashed. I also know that fumes from the paint caused you much discomfort, but not having your life would be painted color. And if I had not put in that second oven, you would not have survived long , because you would not have been hard enough that they might exist. Now you are a finished product! are what I had in mind when I started to train you! "

Moral: God will never tempt not going to force you to live something you can not bear. God knows what he is doing with each of us. He is the craftsman and we are the clay with which he works. He molds us and shapes us for us to become a perfect piece and we will fulfill your ...

LAST INTERVIEW WITH MOTHER TERESA

2010-01-07T20:08:00.000-08:00

The magazine gave the Brazilian Missionary Borders Sem. Here are some passages which conveyed the agency Zenit:

- How many are the Missionaries of Charity?
Teresa of Calcutta: 3604 We have sisters who have pronounced their religious vows, 411 novices, 260 aspirants to religious. We are scattered in 119 countries. Today we have 560 booths or houses.

- Why call them "tabernacles"?
Teresa of Calcutta: Because Jesus is present in these homes. These houses of Jesus. Our congregation wants to help people to satisfy their thirst for Jesus. This rescue and try to sanctify the poorest of the poor. Utter the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience. But we have also received special permission to make a fourth vow: ourselves at the service of the poorest of the poor.

-You often said that there is no love without suffering.
-Mother Teresa: Yes, true love hurts. Every life and every family relationship must be lived honestly. This presupposes a lot of sacrifices and love. But at the same time, these sufferings are always accompanied by a great sense of peace. When a house is peaceful, there are also the joy, unity and love.

-His congregation has opened homes for AIDS patients in different parts of the world ...
Teresa of Calcutta: A few years ago, some people went further to commit suicide when they received the news that they were suffering from AIDS. Today not one person dies in despair and anguish in our homes. Everyone, including non-Catholics, die in the Lord's peace. Do not you think this is wonderful?

-The rules of the congregation indicated that work for the poor must either be" in the spiritual realm as in the material. " What is meant by spiritual poverty?
Teresa of Calcutta: The spiritually poor are those who have not discovered Jesus or those who have been separated from Him because of sin. Those living on the street are also in need of help in this regard. On the other hand, I'm perfectly happy to see that, in our world, we also have the help of well established, to whom we offer the opportunity to do good work for God.

-Do you receive help also people of other religions?
-Mother Teresa: Yes, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists and many others. A few months ago, a Japanese Buddhist group came to talk to me about spirituality. I told them that we fast every first Friday of the month and the money we saved was used for the poor. When returned home, they asked the Buddhist families and communities to do the same. The money collected has enabled us to build the first floor of our downtown "Shanti Dan" ( "Gift of Peace") for girls who are in jail. Over a hundred girls have already left prison.

-Those who criticize ensure that your sole purpose is to convert non-Christians ...
Teresa of Calcutta: No one can force or require the conversion, takes place only by the grace of God. The best conversion is to help people to love each other. We who are sinners, we were created to become children of God and we must help each other to be as close to Him We are all called to love.

-You say that your sisters are not social workers.
Teresa of Calcutta: We are contemplative, for 'pray' our work. We play a social work, but we women consecrated to God in the world today. We have entrusted our lives to Jesus and Jesus gave his life in the Eucharist. The work we do is important, but what matters is not the person doing that job. We do this through Jesus Christ, because we love it. We are not able to do everything. Anyway, I always pray for all who care about the needs and miseries of the people. Many wealthy people have joined our action. Personally we have nothing. We live off the charity and the charity.

-And of Providence ...
Teresa of Calcutta: We always face unforeseen needs. God is infinitely good. Always concerned about us.

- Why do so many young people enter in your congregation?
-Mother Teresa: I think they appreciate our prayer life. We pray four hours a day. Furthermore, they see what we do for the poor. Not that they are important and impressive work. What we do is very discreet, but we do it for the little ones.

-You are a well-known. Do not you ever get tired of seeing so many people, photographs ...?
Teresa of Calcutta: I consider it a sacrifice, but also a blessing for society. God and I have made a pact: I said "for every photo you make me, You take to release a soul from purgatory .... "Between smiles, he adds. I think that at this rate, soon will be empty purgatory.

- What message would you like to leave us?
Teresa of Calcutta: Love one another as Jesus loves you. I have nothing to add to the message that Jesus left us. To love one must have a pure heart and pray. The fruit of prayer is the deepening of faith. The fruit of faith is love. And the fruit of love is service to others. This brings us peace.

When every human being to learn that love is good, the world will be paradise that God has always wanted to man.

The sad-eyed princess

2010-01-05T16:38:00.000-08:00

In a place where imagination united with the reality lived a good man with his daughter, whom everyone called Princess, no one knew it but in the village around the world wanted and gave off an aura of joy. She had a good friend, Azyla, with whom he had shared his games as a child and now shared his passions of youth. Princess had a "brother" a child that his father received as a child, who was now a strong, handsome boy.

The common people began to whisper in the eighteenth birthday of Princess, no one had known boyfriend or lover and already had marriageable age, yet she always said that he had not found the right man. The days passed and Azyla and his brother began to be alone without her. She felt jealous and alone, walking at night by the lake, his eyes lost the joy and life. Nobody could find the reason for this, but soon became known Alyza commitment and his brother. The wedding was prepared in style for all collaborating with youth from the village.

The night before the wedding Princess walked in the lake, surrounded by the little fairies who had been his sole companion in the days of solitude. His brother appeared for her, asked him why he was not happy about it and knew she did not answer. He soon discovered she loved him, no one had realized it was a love so well disguised that no one noticed, not even herself. When I explain it, she cried and cried, realizing the lost time and tarnished quite tristreza more, if possible, her sweet eyes. The embrace and also confessed that he loved her, but she thought she only wanted him as a brother and there it became one, under the moon and hidden by the veil of the fairies. When morning came, no one said anything, the married and she could not help it. He left crying and she stayed at the lake, thinking and dying inside.

The wedding was held as scheduled, but to go find Princess only rock found a woman with two sapphires in brightness in his eyes. His brother weep and fell at his feet, dead of jealousy Azyla understand what happened, he hit her and threw her temple on the rock, falling dead at the feet of his beloved.
Azyla escape from the village to see the evil that had echo and since then, each wedding anniversary, men and fairies leave a small offering at the feet of the princess with sad eyes as a wedding gift and love across the barrier of life and joined in death.

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Intelligence: Unhappiness?

2010-01-02T06:28:00.000-08:00

The rates of suicide, imprisonment and emotional problems is much higher among persons of high intelligence among which are included within the average. Many social, occupational and emotionally complete disaster. Read on to learn why.

"Smart People, while happy, is the rarest thing I've seen." - Ernest Hemingway, writer and Nobel laureate (1899-1961)

Hemingway, who took the life in 1961, knew of two things: intelligence ... and unhappiness. Despite surviving two world wars and the Great Depression, despite having had 4 wives and a countless number of failed love affairs, or all or the large brain that helped him discover how to be happy.

Western society is not ready to host (and nurturing) to children and intelligent adults, just as it does on athletes or sports figures (especially in the most prominent). While some exceptionally brilliant figures like Albert Einstein, if recognized, the fact remains that we have a lot of extremely intelligent people working in occupations that are considered among the worst, and many more in his personal life is a complete mess as could be corroborated by looking at the list of members of Mensa (the club of the most intelligent of the planet).

Education systems in countries whose main interest is the accumulation of wealth, promote the image of movie heroes, war and sport, but not intellectual development. The super intelligent people have the knowledge, but few reach the highest level of social and professional.

Consider the causes.

Our children are educated through four pillars: intellectual, physical, emotional (psychological) and social. In the classroom (and in the street with friends), the smarter kids tend to be excluded by other children in many activities: they simply do not have them. They are "rare", "geeks" social misfits. Put another way: you can not develop socially as well as do intellectual or even physically, because they have no chance.

Emotional development also lags behind that of a "normal person" by not standing up in your life with a series of situations and experiences with you if you often run into other people (dealing with friends, the first relationships, discussions, problems, joys, etc ...)

As if this was also little adults (their parents and teachers) tend to believe that intelligent kids can deal with anything or problem because they are intellectually superior. This includes, inevitably, situations where the intelligent kids have neither knowledge nor skills on which to build. They have no time to spend alone difficult. Adults do not understand that they need help, and the other kids do not want to join them, because the "social leaders" (the "popular") and marked with the label "avoid".

As a result we have a good number of people of great intelligence, but whose social development has progressed much slower than that of other people, and thus have serious problems trying to deal with some stressful life situations on the the rest if they know better cope. It should not, therefore, surprising that the vast majority of prison inmates are socially and emotionally underdeveloped or "illiterate" and also a large percentage of them are intellectually above normal.

Western society is the ideal seed to engender social misfits and people with emotional problems. And in regard to happiness, be they who have the harder to reach it.

This may change in the XXI century, as the "geeks" are gaining recognition as a people of great potential, and being role models for society (especially after many of those who make great fortunes today are engaged precisely the world of high technology) [note Javi Moya to be told the two that sold feorros Youtube. Go to 'link' now-fine-speak anything not made in years]. The Geeks, therefore, may end up being more socially accepted now than in the past but will not help unless they received more help with their social and emotional development, without which most will be destined to be unhappy until not achieve the same maturity as other adults.

With all this, people of high intelligence, be they children or adults, they still remain socially excluded in many situations ... are still prejudged, even in such skills as being good partners, couples, lovers and parents.

And finally another problem for the happiness that intelligent people have is that they tend to perceive and reflect more intensely on the tragedies and sorrows of the world in which they live. They are more aware of the evils that surround them, injustice, tragedy of human beings, and their own miseries and shortcomings.

Author:Bill Allin ['Turning It Around: Causes and Cures for Today's Epidemic Social problems']

Reflections on Christmas and new year

2010-01-01T10:54:00.000-08:00

We can imagine a world where Christmas is all year. It would be great. People are happy and generous with everyone. Anyone who has received less than most have.

So my dear readers have to wear all year The spirit of Christmas. And do not wait for December to make the best of ourselves to the world. Each day of our lives we must strive to help others. Helping the advice you need timely and inspirational. They know how important they are good words to people who go through difficult situations. Even though there is sadness in ourselves, we can put the inner strength to bring some peace to another human being. It can be done. Do try and see that incredible miracles happen.

And to the expectations of the new year, one must look at what they could not do properly the previous year. And correct errors. Nothing in life is learned if no errors. When overcoming the obstacles that prevent us from reaching a goal, there will always be new. Life is simple. You can not ask a life as you want. I also believe it would be terribly boring.

Finally I tell them to always take into account the human being at their side. Neighbor. The stranger. Hand over everything beautiful is inside you. They have it to spare.

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Under the arch

2009-12-30T11:26:00.000-08:00

I studied in Paris and enjoyed the classes in college, he did travel by train on weekends and my youthful effervescence. My father, a man very close to the family, had asked me to look for relatives who may live in Paris but did not. I wanted to feel free, break family ties and let go of my American roots.

Spent the summer and the days were growing longer, cold and dark. Even in the City of Light was beginning to miss my family. It was my first stay away from home and I felt alone and disconnected, she missed the joys and emotions of Christmas with mine. I thought maybe he was turning the pages of my life too quickly.

Then, in a particularly cold day, gray, 1996, I found myself walking toward the Armenian church, a sober stone building in the opulent boulevard Jean Goujon.

I sat in a bank, under one of the beautiful stone arches. While the priest celebrated Mass, I noticed an older woman bent down the hall from top to bottom looking for a seat. Armenian church services as often long, would not give him mine, but I was 20 and she about 70. So he passed me, I offered my seat talking in Armenian. He agreed, saying nothing, and I stood to one side, under the arch.

I noticed that she looked at me occasionally, and I looked at her. There was tenderness in her dark eyes and expressive. I noticed that he crossed himself, sang and crossed herself again. I envied the comfort and confidence that seemed to have to sing and raise my hands to God.

As he neared the end of the service, quietly said:

- You're not from here, right?

- How do you know?

- Because I spoke in Armenian. Young people speak French here. Where are you?

- From Florida, USA.

- I have relatives there. They are three brothers. Sarkis, Dikran y. ..

- Ara - I said and I felt a lump in my throat -. Ara is my dad.

His weathered face filled with tears. He raised his hands again and said hoarsely:

"It's a miracle from God. 30 years I've been looking for your father. I knew you were someone special. I know enough to see your face.

It was my aunt, a member of the widely scattered family of my paternal grandfather, who joined the Armenian diaspora through Iraq, Syria and the United States. She lived in Syria and was in Paris just to visit, but a quirk of fate put us under the arch at the same time.

I thought I was in France to discover who he was and to gather stories for the future. We may not know what I was looking for, but did not need to know because an angel of the past, Arev Kasparian, found me and brought to our family.

Author:Natalie Garibian Peters

The boat of salvation

2009-12-30T11:13:00.000-08:00

Benedict Ahn is an enthusiastic entrepreneur with one goal in mind. Although the days of the Korean War was not yet born, wants to build a monument to friendship between the U.S. and Korea and a supply ship, the Meredith Victory, on the grounds of a monastery in New Jersey. Why is that boat at that site and at the present time? Because behind him is a story - and perhaps a miracle or two - which lasted 50 years.

A cold December night in 1950, six months after the outbreak of war, Leonard LaRue, captain of the Meredith Victory, took his boat, in battle and 300 tons of turbo in the cellars, the port of Hungnam, 217 miles north of latitude 38. Thousands of Chinese soldiers had entered North Korea to help the Communists and, to escape them, more than 90,000 peasants fled south along mountain paths to Hungnam, which was on fire by bombing.

In desperation, the refugees they got to the sea to try to get on any boat that might take them away. Leonard LaRue decided to help. Hid thousands in the cellars, where the terrified peasants were crammed shoulder to shoulder on hard platforms. The vessel sailed under the Chinese shooting two days before Christmas, with 14,000 people aboard. Despite the lack of food, water and heating in the hold, not one life was lost during the three day voyage to the island of Kojedo. Moreover, to December 25, five babies were born aboard.

LaRue was acclaimed in the world. But then confirmed in their faith by the extraordinary adventure, he entered the abbey of St. Paul, Benedictine Monastery of New Jersey, and became Brother Marinus.

When he arrived, all was activity: 50 monks managed a boarding school, a retreat center, a camp and a Christmas tree nursery. Moreover, as LaRue expected, the abbey was given peace.

However, in the 60 major cultural changes occurred within and outside the Church. After 47 years of faithful service to the abbey and its library, Marinus was dying, like his beloved monastery. It was 2001, and in 25 years not a single monk had entered and remained in the abbey. It seemed that the spiritual life that the former captain had started with such happiness end in isolation and desolation.

The abbot greater Jeremias Schroeder, leader of the congregation in Germany, began looking for solutions not to close the monastery. Marinus I knew the story, and knew also that many Korean Catholics had emigrated to New Jersey.

He got in touch with the flourishing monastery monks Waegwan South Korea, founded in 1952, the year he was banned the Meredith Victory and Captain Leonard LaRue began a new life. It turned out that these monks were looking for a relief and, on 12 October 2001, Father Bosco Kim accepted the challenge of rescuing the abbey of St. Paul. Two days later, Marinus died peacefully at the age of 87.

Since then, the abbey has been rejuvenated. Every Sunday there are masses in English and Korean. The new gardens produce an abundant harvest of vegetables, the retreat center has returned to service, and Korean throughout the metropolitan area of New York come to pray and do volunteer work. The Rev. Bosco Kim said: "We believe it is time to give something back"

Benedict Ahn want to return something else. He speaks enthusiastically about his campaign to build the monument. He has a website and a colorful brochure showing a model: a green meadow in the middle is a black monolith with a boat shaped base and a roof Korean and auction.

It is a chest that symbolizes the daring rescue of 14,000 souls and a tribute to what he can achieve the life of a man of faith.

Author:Jennifer Goldblatt

Union of minds

2009-12-30T10:55:00.000-08:00

One day after Christmas 2003, there were clear transit on Cedar Avenue, a four-lane artery from Fresno, California. Suddenly a white van in which side the sign read "Carpet Cleaning" hit the divider and bolted into the air. A moment later, a roar filled the quiet side streets when the vehicle bounced on the pavement and the front was crushed like aluminum foil.

Bob and Grace Hatmaker, heading south on the avenue and had just gone through the same spot, looked back and saw the truck turned sideways across the street, shooting shards of metal and glass. Finally, after crashing into the pavement opposite and down a light pole, the vehicle is stopped. Grace, emergency nurse for 30 years, opened his door.

Nhung Nguyen Hung and were right behind the truck when it flipped. They turned into the first return they found and stopped near the crash site. The truck, loaded with carpet cleaning equipment and water tanks had been dumped the driver's side, hissing in the wind.

At about 23 meters away in the backyard of a house, Jordan Thomson, 18, his sister Heather, 16, and his cousin Scott Beatty, 13, shared with their grandparents a postponed Christmas dinner. In that, a roar shook the table. Jordan crossed the garden and heard a man shouting for help.

"Call emergency number - told his grandparents before running into the street.

Heather and Scott followed. Upon arriving at the scene saw the man who had shouted: Jim Tracy, who, with his face bloodied, was out of the truck through the gap of the broken windshield.

Michael Matula and Yvette Crozier-Matula, who also witnessed the rollover, they ran to help when the car struck the curb. Everyone thought that the man was the driver and breathed a sigh of relief that he was alive, but Grace Hatmaker, which was placed near the front of the truck, looked down and discovered the awful truth: the real driver, covered with a layer of glass broken, was trapped from the chest to the legs under the vehicle. Dump Angle, half on the sidewalk and half on the pavement, fell with his full weight on the human body.

- There is someone down here! - cried Grace.

Her husband, Bob, and Zoe Anne Pope, who had just arrived, removed the glass. The driver, Jonathan Stewart, 35, was pale and rigid. Although his eyes were open, showed no signs of life.

Grace knelt and put a hand on Jonathan's neck.

- No pulse - he said -. Nor breathes. The van is being crushed. We have to take off some pressure!

Bob put his hands on the hood and leaned all his weight. Zoe Anne's husband, Roy, and her daughter, Hilary, undergraduate student, placed on the sides of the vehicle, like Michael Matula, brothers and cousin Scott Thomson. Together, they began to push, but the truck did not move.

Zoe Anne knelt in front of Grace and began to pray the Our Father. Grace also prayed. Seconds later, the van was raised a little. Several others - Wendell Gentry, Hung and Nguyen Nhung and others - supported the hands on the vehicle and pushed. It rose a little more.

"Thy will - said Zoe Anne and Grace, and Jonathan just then began breathing with loud gasps.

His pulse returned with such force that it felt Grace fingers still resting on the neck.

- Breathe! - shouted -. Pulse! Keep pushing!

But the truck, which had begun to drip soapy water, never moved. Heather grabbed a piece of the pole down and tried to use it as leverage to lift the rear of the vehicle. Seeing what her sister did, Jordan shouted:

- Bring it here, Heather!

The boy and the other slid the pole piece under the van and pushed with all his might. Although they battled to prevent the makeshift lever slipped on wet pavement, the vehicle rose another 30 centimeters.

McPeters Lionel, captain of the Fresno Fire Department, was among the first rescuers to come to the crash site. I knew it was worth taking the hand of untrained civilians to rescue, but soon realized that these people had just save the life of a man.

- Hold on as well - the encouragement

Rescuers took 10 minutes to get Stewart. McPeters then gave the order to release the truck, which fell to the ground with a screech.

Those good Samaritans had lifted the vehicle about 45 inches, and held him so at least 20 minutes. Soon after, almost all were gone.

Jonathan Stewart suffered a torn aorta, a collapsed lung and broken more bones than a dozen, including several vertebrae and skull. However, it will always be indebted to a handful of strangers that day stopped to deliver a late Christmas gift: life.

Author:Hal Karp

A Santa Claus uncommon

2009-12-30T10:12:00.000-08:00

The winter that followed the tragic September 11, 2001 was difficult for me. He had just left office as a rabbi in Greenville, South Carolina, to fall in unemployment over a long season, and half my life in endless days of depression. My only joy was visiting my grandchildren, Sophie and Simeon, during Hanukkah [Jewish holiday], but when they went back to my sorrow and my inner emptiness.

Then my wife, Linda, deputy director of an organization to help homeless people suggested I make Santa Claus for 30 children in a local Christmas festival. As Linda said, I though the character: I have a good belly and a beard almost white.

The idea beyond the limits of religious customs did not bother me, I've always urged people not to defend with such zeal such rigid rules. But for reasons entirely unrelated to religion, I confess that this year was in no mood. But Linda insisted, so I started practicing the loud "ho, ho, ho."

It took me by surprise, the reception I gave the children:

- Santa Claus! Look at my new shoes! I've been good. Are we going to sing Christmas carols?

They rushed upon me, hugged me and kissed me. One by one they sat on my lap to get us a photo, and everyone gave a gift: a teddy bear, a doll, a paint by numbers game ...

His uninhibited joy and excited voices moved me to tears. I felt a wave of compassion. These kids were the most precious gift of God to a cold world, a gift of innocence. Their presence confirmed for me the profound truths of God's word.

Those little homeless took me out of insecurity and disillusionment. In those sweet moments left behind discouragement and regained sanity.

Marc Howard Wilson
The State (Columbia, Carolina del Sur)

A MESSAGE OF FREEDOM

2009-12-30T05:25:00.000-08:00

What have you done with your wonderful plumage? Asked the king, a little confused at its golden-feathered bird. "I sacrificed my fine feathers out of that cage and get my freedom," replied small bird.

But you are not happy in that cage of gold, do not meet the amenities that have given you?, Distressed the king asked. The small bird said, "and you are happy with the greed, money, jewelry, makes me happy to get my freedom, my king.
The king stumbled as he watched the bird plucked and continued, "how much pain you've suffered the most beautiful feathers you out of your little body just for a whim, get your freedom and live in the wild.

The gold-feathered small bird replied: "I suffered more pain during this time that I've been locked up in that awful cage and not being able to fly the blue sky my last throes."

"But that talking agony," said the king, you're not going to die. "
The verge of dying bird said, "my little body has endured much pain, so much sacrifice, I am whipped. I need oxygen, I'm dies, despite everything out of the cage was worth it. "
The king, who did not refuse to lose replied, "but I have given you comfort, good food, everything you've wanted."

In her last breaths the small bird replied: "For me it has no value your wealth. Perhaps the best food I have tasted in your palace, but my life locked up does not give meaning to my existence. I am a free bird by nature. I must get back to where I belong. Where's my free will fly to the endless sky. Where have the opportunity to choose freely and to fly at all times ".

The king upon hearing and seeing the sacrifice for the struggle of ideals, and fell sobbing at the foot of the cage and watched her closely, she drew strength from its weakness to look out the window and see one last time to nature all its glory.

The small bird, from the edge of the window, dropped his eyes brimming with tears those dreamy, finally free, without shackles of servitude, and to their king.

There ended up on its last breaths in that window looking at that wonderful landscape of their dreams, their ideals. finally became free.

Afloat

2009-12-30T05:05:00.001-08:00

A fisherman was rescued from the waters thanks to the courage and the swift reaction of three young college.

A pleasant afternoon last April, Mike McClure, a retired youth counselor for 67 years, went into Sarasota Bay to spend some time fishing as he had done many years at low tide in the Gulf Coast of Florida. At that time of day, the waters off the campus of New College of Florida were low enough to penetrate that McClure could walk about 100 meters into the sea and cast his line in any direction. Dressed in suit-overalls waders and boots, made his way south on a sandbar in search of the first dam in the afternoon.

"I was enjoying myself," he says. Shortly before sundown, still not catching anything, decided to return to shore, but instead of retracing the path he chose a more direct route to the beach, thinking that the water level would be the same. He was wrong: the bay had become impassable and depression was trapped in it. "When I turned around and saw the water nearly reached my waist, I felt very alone," he says. He tried to wade out in several directions, but did not reach shallow water. Finally, thought her less dangerous option was to walk straight toward earth and trust your luck.

"It had more than five steps when I began to take on water over the edge of the boots," he recalls.

He felt the weight of the boots was pushing him down, and thought that if they are not removed soon, he would drown. He dropped the rod and pulled his legs to try to take off his boots, but then the water covered him completely. In his desperation to stay afloat, swallowed water while the current caught him and was unable to walk.

On the beach, three college students Eliza Cameron, 19, Loren Niurka Petro Mora and Caitlin, both 20, took a while watching the fisherman while sitting relaxed in a strip of grass after a long week of classes . McClure saw sink and then heard him ask for help. His head above water, but the boots were still trapped and could hardly breathe.

"We looked around and there was nobody else on the beach," says Eliza. "We realized we had to run to save him."

The three friends took off their shoes and dove into the water. Over a stretch of at least 100 meters, had to swim against the current. When you got near McClure, could see only his cap on the waves. The girls were good swimmers, but were afraid to see that the man had become a sink and would have to dive out of the water, with the risk of sinking them while also trying to.

McClure floated on his back, his face barely above water when the youth finally reached him. He had managed to take off his boots, but shortness of breath and her eyes were almost white, sign she was about to faint. But when he saw around the students, despair began to lift. "Suddenly I realized that three angelic faces were staring at me," he recalls. "It was almost magical."

However, it was having trouble breathing because his shirt, swollen by water pushed him down. The girls tore it to shreds and then, while Caitlin was holding him from behind and grabbed her hand, Eliza and Loren were placed on either side and slipped an arm under her shoulders. When they began to drag to the beach, they realized that the bailout was far from over. The current was very strong, and felt they swam without moving from one place.

"I need to give me encouragement," he said McClure, panting. I need to touch the bottom.

The girls continued to swim, and every few feet assured him they were moving.

They made away from the stream, and looking toward the beach saw a woman with a mobile phone in his hand: he was asking for help. When the young man came to earth, a university police already there. McClure dropped on the strip of grass, and as soon as he caught his breath and sat down.

But he had no time to thank his rescuers. A Loren had a fishbone stuck in his foot while helping McClure out of the bay, so once it was safe, he went with her two friends to the campus infirmary for the cure and bandage. That same night, McClure telephoned Loren. Exhausted and unable to speak much, he said he wanted to thank you in person.

At first, friends thought the rescue was nothing special. "We think that anyone would do the same," said Eliza. But to analyze what happened, they realized the reason for his effort. "I think to be all three together, we had the courage to act," says Loren.

Only when McClure met with several nights later, at the premises of the university, and he taught them pictures of his wife, his children and grandchildren, fully understood the significance of his action. "That's when I realized we had done something very valuable," says Caitlin

Author: Cosme Ojeda,JASON KERSTEN

The promise

2009-12-28T20:25:00.000-08:00

After losing a leg in the war in Yugoslavia, she thought he would never walk again without pain. When she saw a dolphin with an artificial tail, her life took a turn.

One morning not long ago, Maja Kazazik appeared at an aquarium than 276,000 liters in Florida. For two years she had been watching a bottlenose dolphin named Winter swim around the tank. From afar, the whale seemed quite accessible. Still, as she prepared to dive, he felt some fear among his emotion.

She entered the pool. Despite his fear, he felt strong with his new leg. I was prepared to fulfill the promise he had made long ago.

When I lived in Mostar, Yugoslavia (now Bosnia and Herzegovina), Maja lost at a premium of five years, Jasmina, because of leukemia. After his death, Maja promised to swim with a dolphin, an animal that both adored in his honor. "Jasmina never had the opportunity [to do]," says Maja, now 32, "so I decided that someday I would do for her."

At school, sports like football, basketball and tennis were his passion. I wanted to be a professional athlete. But in 1993, during the war in Yugoslavia, a mortar bomb fired by Croatian separatists exploded in the courtyard of his building. The six friends I was chatting died and Maja, then 16, was seriously injured. Shrapnel penetrated his left arm and both legs.

In a makeshift hospital was considered that his left leg had no salvation possible, so it was amputated just below the knee. "There was no anesthesia," she recalls. "I was tied up and placed a piece of gum in your mouth for the bite. I could feel everything. " The leg wound became infected. Without antibiotics, lost and regained consciousness in turn. For weeks, his parents kept vigil at his bedside. The British activist Sally Becker, who evacuated during the war many children, Maja got to move to America for treatment.

She spent nearly two years in a Maryland hospital, guarded by volunteers from Veterans for Peace. (His father had been injured in another bombing, and his mother stayed behind in Bosnia to care for him and his brother 10 years). A few months after arriving, Maja received his first prosthetic leg. As had been very little bone was difficult to adapt the prosthesis, and as right leg was also damaged, walking proved a deeply painful experience. Still, he managed to finish school. At 18 he left the hospital and went to an apartment with another refugee.

Her parents finally met with her in the U.S., but Maja and was very independent. After graduating in psychology, he moved to the Florida coast, got a job at an insurance company and eventually launched his own company building websites. After dozens of operations, might occasionally play golf and tennis. But still limping on a prosthesis imperfect, and each activity was produced in enormous pain that lasted several days.

To relax watching the dolphins at an aquarium near you. A young female dolphin, Winter, who had lost his tail in a crab trap, caught his attention. "He swam more like a shrimp than a dolphin. I identified with her. "

After a doctor visit, Maja came to the aquarium with low mood. Coaches Winter you were adapting to a line of high technology: a joint steel sheet of plastic flexible silicone, with a gel coating designed to protect the delicate skin of the dolphin. When finished, Winter slid down the water.

Maja was fascinated. She went to the coaches who put her in contact with the inventors, Hanger Prosthetics & Orthotics. Before 10 days and had a new leg. With its soft coating and integrated microprocessor that adjusts the member for different activities and land, "for the first time in nearly 16 years had no pain."

Eight months later, Maja was ready to fulfill the promise she had made in honor of Jasmina. His mother, Azra, and his father, Mugdim, accompanied her to the aquarium. "After being in a war zone, this should be a cinch," said Maja as she descended into the tank. He extended a hand to Winter, who approached cautiously and then walked away. After a few minutes, the dolphin Maja let you stroke his back. Then he held the muzzle over his shoulder, and the two swam for an hour around the tank.

His mother began to mourn. "When Maja says he'll do something, always met," he said. Once out of the water, her parents embraced.

I would have shouted for joy, not because he knew the sensitivity of dolphins to noise. But she said quietly: "I felt I owed something to someone, and now I've paid off my debt." In the parking lot, got into his car and shouted until he was hoarse.

Exemplary story of a girl

2009-12-24T04:59:00.000-08:00

Beautiful how God through the pain (cross) work Resurrection.

It happened in San Rafael, Mendoza, Argentina.

I wanted to tell a brief story of a girl santa: Antonella Scollo, 4th child of 6 in the school biology teacher, Claudia Vergani.

At 2 añitos ill with leukemia. At the time of hearing, parents hugged and said the quote from Job: "God gave, God took it, thank God." They did everything for the baby. They gave him to accompany her a little card of Padre Pio. Nobody in his family knew of his life. She had her life, accurate, and anecdotes of Pope Pius nobody knew and then verified as real. When I went to that served, Hospital of Mendoza Noti, told his doctor, an atheist, if not give him a kiss to his Father Pio was not allowed to attend. Two years later, that same doctor attributed as a miracle, healed. He was told that if I spent 6 years and had no relapse, was completely cured.

He spent two years sanita. She lived a life of intimacy with God and "his" Padre Pio. Pequeñita told his mother that Father Pius not only hurt little hands, for he had the stigmata, but also feet. On investigating, they learned that the Father, also had stigmata on his feet, and that he, for sinners, went barefoot, so he said this Antonella. At age 6 he relapsed. He received his First Communion and Confirmation. Every day his grandmother brought him the fellowship to which she waited anxiously. He was treated again, which seemed to react well. For a month that the marriage together with Antonella went to Mendoza to make an application of radiotherapy and was there when the doctor told them they had no choice and proposed a painful treatment with steroids to make it live three months in the hospital or take her home without much hope.

She recounted that her husband embraced, he took off to mourn and she asked him to repeat the words he had told him there when they learned that Antonela had leukemia: "God gave, God took it away; Blessed be God. " They decided not to put limits on God and fetch it home to die happy, and move back to San Rafael, to a village called Goudge. When were there did whatever she liked and when they saw that the doses of morphine were very strong and made her sleep a long time decided by mutual agreement without authorization from the doctor, take it away little by little. That meant more to Antonella physical pain, which she never complained, not even when he was dying and had a disfigured face of pain and tears were falling from it. Claudia said, "I want her to enjoy her little brothers as well ... (was a silence) I do not know if my daughter in her relationship with God wants to offer you those pains for which he alone is real and I thought the soothing deprived of that fair chance. "

Needless to say Antonela was not a child either was an extraordinary person. Padre Pio saw and chatted with him, knew St. Gemma and nobody talked about it. I really like these saints continued filling out your body the Passion of Christ. Two weeks ago we went to visit them. Antonella was pretty run down because of serious health and application of morphine was getting late. Claudia and her heart was prepared by God to deliver his daughter, "just as God prepared my heart when I was engaged to give all the children he wanted without putting impediments, I now it is preparing to return them," he said, firmly believes of what he said. At another point, told us he just knew that the Pope had died began to pray for her healing for her daughter, but soon reacted and said that she should not ask for that, but do the Will of God .

On Wednesday morning, April 27, at 10:00. we learned that at 6:45 am had died Antonella Scollo (6 years), the beloved daughter of the college professor, Claudia Vergani. Immediately with alunmas and teachers got in round central gallery in the secondary building and pray a Rosary for the soul of Antonella and the strength of Claudia and his entire family.

In the wake, Claudia told us: "This morning when my mother's intuition told me that history was ending, I knelt beside his bed, his voice quivering and I sang two songs for her most liked; Praise and sing to the Blessed Mary. "

It is a testimony of life I wanted to share with you all, that they are also tell their children, and educate them so they know the sacrifice to attain one day Saints have children, that is why God gives to each mother his children on earth, for one day come to enjoy the joys of eternal life.

I also pray for the strength of his family.

United in prayer and in every Mass

Fuente-Autor:Hermana María de la Alegría.

Mayuca

2009-12-24T04:37:00.000-08:00

I have a friend named Diego that when the past was to begin in 2004 told me: "You'll see, this will be your best year," and she was right ...

In January, my mother was diagnosed with depression, so it was entered in May in a clinic, there was more than a month. In February, my sister entire thyroid removed because he was out of control. To me, in the months of March and April I had to make some medical tests to try to diagnose a kidney issue. In May I had an accident with my car, I had no three months, in which nearly overturned. In June, my father was admitted with acute conjunctivitis in one eye where he has vision, spent a week in hospital. Also in June, we Mayuca emergency department, my mother, with a sickle. My wife and I saw that the year had been well served, and thought how unfortunate my friend's comment.

Mayuca taking more than 13 years on a wheelchair by a car that was hit, and between different aspects of this situation supposed, was the fact of taking into his body a small reservoir with baclofen to reduce spasticity. Well, in July had to go to Hospital for Paraplegics in Toledo because, as every 5 years, played the change of the pump.

That, and other similar ventures were part of everyday life, like all people in such circumstances and also their families, so we could say that the day was one more, except that her husband, in an MRI, doctors discovered a brain tumor.

What seemed a glimmer of dementia was at two weeks, partial removal of a malignant tumor. Rapidly intensified our prayers and we began to join him in the hospital telling him to recover from 'injury', all worried, just wanted to finish this episode sooner happily.

They had spent ten days when she is diagnosed Mayuca another malignant tumor, in this case gum-jaw. This left us locked. There was no doubt that God was testing us, was knocking on our door and wanted us to hold hands with him in pain.

Was relatively little that we had gone together to see the movie "The Passion of the Christ" and could easily imagine that this story, Jesus carrying the Cross, had stopped in front of us and invited us to follow him. Each as we assimilate this unexpected meeting with the Cross and follow Him, we could not do otherwise.

Mayuca, especially for the role they had played live in recent years, was the center of the home, on which everything revolved, as the inability treat you at all required coordination. And she, from that singular 'throne' was who was driving, that it was implicitly the link between all.

Therefore, the news of his tumor was devastating, except for her, while also learned that her husband also had one. She used to suffer, if they can get used to that one, instantly recognized that her days of purification on earth would have been many, but it was running. He had an admirable serenity. It was very clear that there is no reason to be sad we are children of God.

And according to the chronology, in early August, my sister had an accident in which the three people who went, one was thrown from the vehicle, but she was unhurt. The car was declared a total loss.

It was over in August, when my father suffers a heart-stopping breathing and dies three days.

I remember well when Mayuca went to see him at the hospital, watching him with affection, and spoke from the heart, without noise of words, imagine telling him of his tumor, and much more that we all know and thought we get a lump in the throat, and filled with envy us because we had a lot of sincere love. A genuine love, which was possible thanks to endure all things in stride, and even humor.

For his part, was operated Mayuca tumor of the mandible in early October, placing a piece of bone had been removed from the hip. In this hospital stay catches pneumonia. Eight days later, given that the bone is not being accepted in a new operation the graft was removed from his face. Her body growing weaker, spends 3 weeks in ICU, fighting to survive the complications of pneumonia.

In mid-November, the opening of the hip has healed and not have to sew it. Shortly after they discharged him. The coming home is hard, then again not even a shadow of its former self. Your body is crushed by the multiple interventions, and their appearance, defaced, to the extent that it has serious difficulties in feeding and even to swallow. This causes the weakness of body, soul joins weakness. She simply tells us he is tired but still fighting.

It is an indisputable example of love of life, every day, with its nuances, small ones and some not, moving forward, thanking the visits, flowers, being patient with our lack of patience, be satisfied, knowing that we us. A treasure chest of wealth that slips through your fingers when you have not yet begun to value.

Later this month returns to hospital with infection, and in a week back home, but the following week back to the hospital. With docility, keeping peace, knowing it was part of God's plans, Mayuca left to do. Until the last day to pray the rosary and filling up their strength. While we, concerned, recognizing that he was testing us, each living his battle alone with God, trying to understand his intentions.

Finally Mayuca left us, we could be with her on Christmas Day, but her husband do, and I have been able to count how was the birthday party of his granddaughter, which she attended in late November.

With these letters, which encouraged us your confessor, I thank Mayuca opportunity given to me to learn many things, among them cope with adversity. I'm glad to have shared with her these moments of pain and suffering, that I did it of my worries and my prayers.

Thank Mayuca because in the end I understand that yes, this has been my best year. And thank God, because there have been times when we got the cross with Him and others whom he has been caught us in her arms.

We are also grateful to all hospitals for the good treatment we received in all cases: Clínica Universitaria de Navarra (Pamplona), Hospital (Valladolid), Hospital Pio del Rio Hortega (Valladolid), National Hospital of Paraplegics (Toledo) Hospital Gregorio Marañón (Madrid).

Fuente-Autor: JC Zanfona

Opportunity

2009-12-23T20:34:00.001-08:00

I'm tired of working and seeing the same people my way to work every day, come home and my wife serve the same food for dinner, which I really liked that I have to say and eat the food I do not. I'll go to the bathroom and my daughter just a year and a half that will not let me play with me, does not understand that I am tired and want to go to the bathroom. Then, he took my magazine to read placidly in my chair and my daughter wants to play again and that the lull in my arms, I want to read my magazine and my wife goes out with her:

- How did I see?, I arranged for you
- I say that well without my eyes off of my magazine.

For a change, gets angry at me for saying that I do not understand and never hear it, not by who gets angry if I put all my attention, is still watching TV. I put my attention, well, provided there is business bad, sometimes I would be alone and not hear anything, I just want to rest, I have enough problems at work to listen to my house. My Parents also bother me sometimes and clients, wife, daughter, parents, I'm crazy, I want peace. The only good thing is sleep, closing my eyes feel a great relief to forget everything and everyone. That's why I just want my time off.

- Hello, I come for you.
- Who are you?, How did you get?
- God sent me for you, says she heard your complaints and you're right, it's time to rest.
- That is not possible, it should be ......
- Indeed, if these, and not to worry to see the same people, nor walk, or stand your wife with her cooking, or your young daughter to bother you, what's more, ever hear the advice of your parents.
- But ... What will happen to all? With my job?
- Do not worry, your company already hired someone else to take your place and by the way, is very happy that he had no job.
- And my wife and my baby ¿?
- Your wife was given a good man who loves, respects and admires for his qualities that you never observe it and gladly accepts all unclaimed stews nothing, for I thank God and it has something to be mouth every day unlike others who have nothing to eat and starve to for months and also cares about your daughter and loves as his own and that always gets very tired from work, spending time to play with, very happy.

- No, can not be dead.

- Sorry, the decision has been made. - But ... that means I'll never kiss my baby mejillita or to tell my wife I love you, I shall never see my friends to tell them how much we appreciate them, or give an arm to my parents because I will not live, It will be no more, bury me in the vault and stay there my body covered with dirt. I'll never hear the words I said: Hey friend, you are the best, my son, I'm proud of you, as I love my husband, my brother, that's good that you came to my house, daddy ... - NO, I DO NOT WANT TO DIE, wants to live, grow old with my wife and mine STILL DO NOT WANT TO DIE .... - It's what you wanted, rest, now have your eternal rest, sleep FOREVER. - NO, NO QUIERO, QUIERO NO, PLEASE GOD ....!!!! - What is it love?, Do you have a nightmare? said my wife waking me up. - No, it was a nightmare, was another opportunity to enjoy you, my baby, my family, everything that God gave me.

You know, being dead and nothing can do you enjoy being alive and everything. After closing your eyes, no one guarantees you open them again. Wonderful Life!! Today I made it, Tomorrow ...

MORNING God will say.

Waking up each day is still wonderful that things do not go at all well, God gives us the opportunity to awaken.

Ojala values actually our life, all good things we have and see the positive side of negative happens to us.

Remember that we pass and that our life does not depend on us but on God ...

Jesus has disguised

2009-12-23T20:23:00.000-08:00

The abad of a monastery was very worried. Years ago, the monastery had been times of splendor. Their cells had been full of young novices in the chapel and the singing sounded harmonious monks. But they were bad times: people no longer went to the monastery to feed your spirit. The flood of young candidates had stopped and the chapel was silent. Only a few monks were sad and routinely met its obligations.

One day, he decided to seek advice and went to an old bishop who was reputed to be very wise man in his old age. Took the trip, and days later he faced the good man. I raised the situation and asked: "Why should this sad situation? Have we committed a sin perhaps?". To which the old bishop said: "Yes They have committed a sin of ignorance. The same Lord Jesus Christ has been disguised and is living among you, and you do not know." He said no more.

Abad withdrew and made his way back to his monastery. During the trip I felt as if his heart would go out of your chest. I could not believe it! The very Son of God was living there among his monks! Why had not I been able to recognize? Would the sexton? Perhaps the cook? Or the manager's brother? No, no! Unfortunately, he had too many flaws ... but the old bishop had said he had "disguised". Would not perhaps those defects of his costume? In truth, all had defects in the convent ... and one of them had to be Jesus Christ!

When he reached the monastery, monks gathered and told them what he had learned. The monks looked incredulous each other. Is Jesus ... here? Incredible! Of course, if it was disguised .... So maybe ... could be anybody

One thing was certain: If the Son of God was there in disguise, it was unlikely that might be recognized. So they started all to be treated with respect and consideration. "You never know," thought each to himself when dealing with another monk, "it may be ..."

The result was that the monastery recovered its old atmosphere of joy overflowing. He soon returned to attend dozens of candidates seeking admission to the Order, and in the chapel sounded again the joyous singing of the monks, radiating the spirit of Love.

The book of our lives

2009-12-23T20:13:00.000-08:00

Have you counted the time of your happiness? In the book of life.

One day a man came to a beautiful but mysterious that attracted much attention. The man came to that hill and walked slowly through the trees and some white stones. He let his eyes like butterflies alighting on every detail of this multicolored paradise.

On one of the stones found this inscription: "Here lies Abdul Tareg, lived five years, six months, two weeks and three days."

It was a bit startled to realize that this stone was not merely a stone, was a tombstone. He felt sorry to think that a child so young was buried there. Looking around, the man realized that the stone was also next to an inscription. He went to read it, saying: "Here lies Kalib Yamin, lived for three years, eight months and three weeks.

The man felt terribly depressed. This beautiful place was a cemetery and every rock, a tomb. One by one the tombstones read, all had similar markings: a name and the exact lifetime of the deceased. But what most connected with the terror that was to prove that he had lived longer exceeded just six years.

Embargoed by a terrible pain, he sat down and began to mourn. The caretaker of the cemetery, passing by, approached. "What happens to these people and why so many children dead buried there?", Asked the caregiver

The old man replied: "Can you calm down. What happens is that here is an old habit.'ll Tell you: When a girl turns fifteen years, his father gave him a book. It is a tradition among us that from then on, each Once one thoroughly enjoying something, open the book and begins to write in it: on the left, what was it enjoyed in the big and small ... to the right details, how long did the inner joy, happiness, despite adversity. The graves you see here, are not children but adults, and the lifetime of the inscription of the stone refers to the sum of the moments it took them to true happiness of each people who rely on this place. "

So," continued the old man patting the back of his companion, when someone dies, it is our custom to open your notebook and add it enjoyed the time to write over his grave, because it is, friend walker, the only and real time spent.

In every detail, in good times and bitter moments, as long as we live full of joy knowing we are loved by God, to rest our souls in the hope that it offers, is the duration of our happiness, and the duration of the true fullness of our lives.

Your life is like that book in your hands, begins to fill with the best of you and do not stop!

Serving others

2009-12-23T19:58:00.000-08:00

One stormy night many years ago, an elderly couple entered the reception of a small hotel in Philadelphia. They approached the counter and asked, "Can you give us a room?".

The employee, a man attentive and quick movements, said: "I am truly sorry, but today three conventions are held simultaneously in the city. All our rooms and those of other nearby hotels are busy." Discreetly expressed Marriage strain, it was difficult at that hour and in that time so horrible could find where to sleep. The employee then said, "Look ... I can not let them go no further in this downpour. If you accept the discomfort, I can give my own room. I'll fix it with the couch in the office, since I spend all night looking what happens. "

The couple rejected the offer because it seemed to abuse the courtesy of the man. But the employee insisted cordially and finally occupied the room. The next morning, to pay for my stay, the man told the clerk: "You are the type of manager that I have on my own hotel. Maybe someday build one for returning the favor done to us today." He took the phrase as a compliment and they parted amicably.

After two years, received a letter from this man, which reminded him of the story and sent her a roundtrip ticket to New York with the specific request you to please attend. With some curiosity, accepted the offer. After a brief tour, the older man took him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street, said an imposing building with a facade of brownstone and said: "This is the hotel I am building for you." The clerk looked at him in amazement: "You're joking, right?". "I can assure you that," he said. That's how William Waldorf Astor built the original Waldorf Astoria and hired its first manager, named George C. Boldt.

Clearly Boldt could not imagine that his life was changed forever when he politely detail to meet the old Waldorf Astor on that stormy night in Philadelphia. But what happened is an example of how to serve others is something that always has a good return, especially when one does not seek or expect it.

Friendship, love, happiness and service to others, are closely related realities. No one can ensure happiness, but what is appropriate to each endeavor to deserve it. Happiness is like the reward of virtue. That is why Plato said that "if the face of virtue may be, fall in love to all."

Improving our own virtue, and therefore people be sincere, loyal, generous, patients or workers, should not be a narcissistic endeavor, and an aimless pursuit of excellence itself just a stubborn selfish and ridiculous. The improvement is achieved when staff are not seen as an end in itself, but when we are pressing the need to treat people well.

Accustomed to think of others and assist them, without servility, is a good way to overcome this foolish sentimentality that initially but then exhale generosity backs out, always with very reasonable reasons, when it comes to the truth daily. As people acquire the maturity and freedom to overcome the constraints of selfishness, this approach makes its way to full service life of interest and spontaneous joy. Templar's self with its desires and its miseries, purifies the spirit of many small reasons for sadness born of excessive attachment and concern for oneself.

Mother did know

2009-12-23T19:44:00.000-08:00

Once a man came to our house and said:

"This is about a Hindu family with eight children who have long been without food. Upon hearing this I took a handful of rice and left quickly so they could eat that night.

In the faces of those eight children saw the traces drawn from hunger, as it rarely had seen. However, this mother had the courage to break the rice into two equal portions and left with one.

When he returned I asked: - Where have you gone? What have you done?

- They too are hungry! Replied the lady.

A Muslim family living in the house opposite and had so many children. This mother knew that they too were hungry. What moved me was that she knew and, as I knew, was generous to the heroism of deprivation.

This is really beautiful! That's true love!. This woman came with pain.

You should have seen the faces of those little ones!
They really understood what her mother had done. The gesture of their mother taught them what true love is.

Story of Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Money is not happiness

2009-12-15T05:19:00.001-08:00

One Saturday afternoon I decided to go for a stroll through Seville. I came to a plaza surrounded by shops and sat on a bench to watch the children running after the pigeons watched by their parents, the newlyweds walking hand in hand and gangs of youths gathered to chat.

Ahead of me a group of girls spent more or less my age laden with bags from different stores. One said, indignantly, "Yes, aunt, my parents only gave me sixty euros. As if that could buy something! ". I stared as they walked away amazed that sixty euros consider little money.

I kept thinking when something hit my foot. It was a dirty tennis ball. I picked it up and a little boy approached me. Must have been about seven years and wore a shirt too big for him and torn trousers. His face was thin and dirty.

- The ball is yours? I asked.
"Yes," replied the boy. My mom gave me for my birthday.
- Where is she?

The boy pointed to a corner of the square. His mother was young and was dressed as poorly as the child. He stood before a traffic light trying to sell tissues to drivers.

The small still there, smiling. I returned her smile and the ball. After thanking me and continued to play with her.

The lamps were lit in the square and looked at the clock. I was getting late.

I looked at the boy, now sat on a bench next to his mother, and compared touched his attitude toward the girl. With more certainty than ever thought about how much money moves us away from happiness.

I got the bank to back home. The boy saw me and left me shaking hands effusively. I returned the greeting and remembered the angry face of the girl. He was unhappy despite it all.

I realized that was precisely that, not knowing the value of things that made her feel that way. Some pigeons flew away and I watched.

At that moment I thanked my parents never have given me sixty euros for shopping.

Sold into slavery

2009-12-15T04:48:00.001-08:00

Like any teenager, Shyima Hall forgets to make his bed and protest when they have to fulfill two obligations: to vacuum and clean the fish tank. In the house where he lives with his adoptive parents and five siblings, Orange County (California), this 18-year old prefers to lie on the couch and talking on the phone. He wore jeans to the hip and painted nails. In May 2007 he put on a party dress and went to the hairdresser to go to a prom. His life is full of activities: it has a part-time job, do your homework and go camping on weekends. It is actually catchin.

Shyima born in Alexandria (Egypt), and last year closed one chapter of his life that would never have been written. It all began in 2000 when his parents, living in poverty, sold it to a wealthy couple in Cairo. It moved to the United States illegally introduced to the girl, then 10 years, and forced to work day and night in his luxurious residence.

According to the Department of Health and Human Services U.S. human trafficking is today the industry's fastest-growing crime in the world: about 800,000 were driven from their countries each year.

Shyima belonged to the latter category. She and her 10 siblings were raised in a small house that his parents shared with two other families. They had one bathroom and slept in a room piled on blankets spread on the ground. His father was often absent for weeks. "When I was home, he hit us," recalls Shyima.

I've never been to school and his future looked bleak. Nevertheless, he hoped. "There was some happiness and people looking after me," said in court years later.

At age eight she moved with Abdel-Nasser Youssef Ibrahim and his wife, Amal Ahmed Abd Motelib ewis, both thirtysomethings. Shyima's older sister worked as a maid at home, but threw for allegedly stealing money. Shyima was forced by his parents to replace, according to the deal they had with the couple.

Two years passed and Ibrahim and Motelib decided to emigrate with their five children to America to open a business there for imports and exports. Shyima not want to go with them, but Ibrahim said that this did not depend on it. From the kitchen door he heard the couple talking to their parents. "I heard negotiate," he says, "and my parents agreed to sell for 20 euros a month."

The couple brought the girl to the U.S. with a tourist visa for six months, obtained illegally, and took her to his luxurious two-story house in a residential area of California. When finished Shyima housework, were ordered into a room attached to garage sale-ing had no air conditioning or heating. Sometimes locked in. Its furniture was a dirty mattress, a floor lamp and table. She kept her clothes in a suitcase.

He rose at 6 am each day, along with twin sons, aged six. All gave orders, including the three daughters of their bosses, 15, 13 and 11 years. She cooked, served meals, washed dishes, made beds, changed sheets, helped with the laundry, ironed, I vacuumed, swept, mopped and washed the patios. Many times I was not finished by midnight.

One day he would wash his clothes, Motelib stopped her. "He said he could not put my things in the washing machine because they had more dirt than theirs," he recalls. Since then washed their clothes in a plastic bucket that was in the room, and put to dry on wire rack next to the dustbins.

The couple beat Shyima, but she suffered more from confinement and insults. "I said I was stupid and worthless," he says. "It made me feel inferior to them." He ate alone and did not let her go to school or leave home without either of them with her. He was forbidden to disclose their status to others. "They said that the police stop me because he was illegally in the country."

Although never acknowledged that he missed his mother and wept disconsolately against Ibrahim and Motelib a day when he contracted a bad cold. "I saw suffer and did not care," he says. "Still, I had to work. Even gave me medicine. " By nightfall he was exhausted and very lonely. Ibrahim had taken his passport, so I thought it would be there forever.

When he turned 12 years there was no celebration. He spent the day doing housework.

Six months later, the morning of 9 April 2002, Carol Chen, a social worker for Child Protective Services of Orange County, received an anonymous telephone complaint from a case of abuse infano-til. The caller (thought it was a neighbor) revealed that one child lived in the garage of Ibrahim and Motelib, he did work as a maid and not sent to school.

Carole, a researcher with the local police, Tracy Jacobson, came to the residence of Ibrahim. When he opened the door, the agent asked who else lived there. The man replied that his wife and five children.

- Are there other children? -Pressed researcher.
Ibrahim admitted he had a girl of 12 years and said it was a distant relative of his.
- Can we talk to her? Asked the police.

Shyima was cleaning the floor, not knowing that within minutes their captivity would end. Ibrahim said in Arabic to come down and refused to serve them. Dressed in a ragged shirt and baggy pants, the girl ran to the door.

Seeing red, rough hands and the girl, Carole called an interpreter on your mobile. Shyima said he had two years living in the country and had never been to school. The researcher immediately into custody.

Alone in the backseat of the patrol car en route to a children's home where it would temporarily Shyima prayed that never again see their captors. "It was a surprisingly strong girl," recalls Tracy. "I never cried. Unlike other children, he liked the idea they were in custody because he felt safe. "

A few hours later, after obtaining a search warrant, the investigator returned to the house of Ibrahim with several FBI agents and U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. In the garage took pictures Shyima dirty mattress. Along with a broken lamp had a bucket of soapy water, and soil, folded laundry. "The girl did not live even remotely like the rest of the family," says Tracy. The immigration agent Bob Schoch adds: "There are animals that receive better treatment."

In an attempt to justify the situation, Ibrahim showed them the contract that parents of the girl and he had signed before a notary. "The paper said that Shyima work with them 10 years for a salary for his parents $ 30 a month," says Tracy, who detained Ibrahim and Motelib and accused of conspiracy, involuntary servitude, exploitation and illegal lodging of a foreign .

On Shyima rescue, immigration officials gave him two choices: return to Egypt and stay in the U.S. and live in a foster home. She decided to stay. I wanted to start a new and better life.

During the next two years lived with two foster families. The first taught him to speak and read English, the second was intended to instill strict observance of the Muslim religion, but as she refused, she was transferred to another house. "I just wanted to be a normal teenager," she says

He soon turned that desire. Chuck and Jenny Hall, who had two daughters and a son, had just bought a house with four bedrooms in Orange County and saw that they had room for more children. After being foster parents of a 15-year and one nephew, Chuck, 13, decided to get another. In his first meeting with Shyima, everyone got along. "She has the same sense of humor as me," says Chuck, manager of a manufacturer of uniforms.

She asked what were the rules at home and what are their obligations.

"Everything is negotiable," replied Chuck.
"Going to school and homework will be your priorities," added Jenny, who is guiding youth. We will treat you as if you were our daughter and be part of the family.

Shyima was already 15 years and had become a beautiful young lady. But their new home took more than his suitcase. "It was full of rage" he says. The first six months suffered from insomnia and anxiety, making regular visits to a therapist and taking antidepressants.

As time grew more confident in herself. At school he made friends, had her first boyfriend and joined the track team. Got a part-time job and began to participate in social activities of the church. He even offered as a counselor at a camp for children with low self-esteem.

Ibrahim and Motelib pleaded guilty in exchange for reduced sentence them. Shyima attended the public hearing at which dictate the sentence in October 2006.

"What happened was due to my ignorance of the law, but I accept full responsibility," said Ibrahim to court.
Motelib was less repentant. Undeterred said:
"I gave the same treatment he gave him in Egypt. If she had told me what things he disliked, I would have changed my behavior.

Unable to contain the anger, Shyima asked to speak.

"She is an adult and knows the difference between good and evil-pointed. Why not give me love? Is it that I am also a human being? The time I spent with them I felt as if there were. What I did I will leave scars for the rest of my life.

Ibrahim was sentenced to three years imprisonment and Motelib to 22 months. They were ordered to pay $ 76,137 (48,000 euros) for services rendered Shyima. Both will be deported to Egypt when they leave prison.

After sentencing, Shyima celebrated by going to buy a dress for the dance of welcome to high school. It was black, long and satiny. With part of the compensation money also bought a laptop, digital camera and a new car, put the rest into a college fund.

"He is very strong-willed and independent." notes Jenny, who along with her husband legally adopted Shyima in 2007. "He knows what he wants."

She said she would like to be a policeman to help others. We also want to travel to Egypt someday to see his brothers. But for now enjoy the dream he never thought he would come true: to live as a normal teenager.

Magic slate

2009-12-11T14:43:00.001-08:00

Gary Cotter was a big and strong that he made his living as an industrial painter. He loved classic cars, Irish music and tell stories to his friends after work at Omega, a restaurant car is open 24 hours. But what was wanted in the world to their children, their grandchildren, Gail, his wife of 37 years ago.

He also loved Christmas. Every year was he who chose the tree, put the decorations and cards hung around the living room of his home in Wisconsin (United States). Affectionate and lively, his family, Gary was everything.

In 2006, he was diagnosed with mouth cancer. On Thanksgiving 2007, was in the final. His family moved from the hospital for terminal care at home. However, as could not bear to leave at the time of year that meant so much to his family, held out until Christmas.

It was his wife who swallowed his own anguish on 18 December and gave permission for her husband to leave them. Gary took his hand and said, "OK, you can go."

When Gary stopped breathing, Gail called her daughter, Michelle, who lived across town. "Dad is gone," he said. Michelle was with her mother. While driving home from his parents, turned on the radio and heard "I'll be home by Christmas." Every time I turned on the radio during the following week, I heard the same song and comforted him. But Gail was broken with grief.

In April, he was with Michelle, her husband and daughters, three and one year. And without realizing it, Christmas came again, and with it the anniversary of the death of her husband. The holiday had become sad for her. He missed his company, his voice, the way they filled the room, the way they filled their lives.

Concerned by the continuing grief of her mother, Michelle planned outings with her. One afternoon, suggested they go shopping in a store where his father liked to look for bargains.

For Gary, a trip to the store at Christmas was like going to the treasure hunt, with surprises at every corner, for all their loved ones. While mother and daughter entered the park, Gail, aware of the concerns of Michelle tried to put happy face. She knew that her grandchildren were eager for the surprises that always appeared on Christmas Day.

But without Gary, buy cheap quotes in this shop was a sadness. Inside the store, they split the two to search through the tables and shelves gifts for girls. Gail wandered listlessly through the back of the store, he saw a pile of magic slates, some tablets on which children can draw and erase anything pressing a button. Gail took one of the boards to try and saw something written on it. He turned to the screen to see what went down. Suddenly he froze. In bold capital letters, the message said "I love Gail." Gail yelled to his daughter: "Come here, quick."

Michelle was a few aisles away, looking at the furniture in a dollhouse. "What happens? Tell me, Mom, "he said. Gail called again. This time, Michelle realized the urgency with which his mother called. She ran to her side.

Gail held the slate with trembling hands. "Did you write this?" Asked his daughter. Michelle shook her head. The writing is like that of Gary. Gail is a fairly common name. Anyone passing could have written the words for any reason at any time: a teen teasing his girlfriend, a husband apologizing to his wife, a father showing his love for his daughter. But Gail would know for whom the message.

"God," he said. "Dad gave me a sign."

Gail bought the board and told the clerk of the box that will not erase the message. She and her daughter took the game home. Gail put it in his room, away from girls, a little touch and the message is erased forever. A year later, still there: a promise for all future Christmases.

The wife of the bus 64

2009-12-11T14:36:00.001-08:00

He returned to visit the museum of Pedralbes in Barcelona, one day last January. Volunteer for a group of retirees, Montse Ventura returned with his group in the bus 64 still talking.

A woman does not take his eyes off him until he was approached and asked to speak with her apart. She apologized for the intrusion and said he had been watching and I recommend having an analytic. He took a role and scored two, after telling him that there was still time. The stranger told her he had had two cases in his office with the same signs that Montse: upper lip, nose, hands, feet ...

Montse was so surprised that she asked his name and the stranger got out at the next stop.

When this woman of 55, a former teacher, widow and mother of two daughters came a month after a gynecological examination, he asked the two analytical include the stranger had recorded on paper. The review was fine, except the two orders by the unknown values.

An MRI spotted a small tumor in a 7 mm gland, which is full of nerves near the carotid artery. He recommended surgery sooner, as it might have bleeding in the brain or blindness.

Montse had doubts, because his youngest daughter was getting married in September and the operation was to take place in June. But finally decided surgery, and all went well. Montse unable to attend the wedding of his daughter.

Last October, Montse sent a letter to the newspaper La Vanguardia, in order to find his particular guardian angel and to thank him.

A few hours later, he gave the woman who probably saved his life. This is an endocrinologist in Barcelona, Maria Gloria PB, 60, who was quite surprised by the commotion caused.

This became clear in Montse expert signs of acromegaly, a rare disease that causes a tumor in the pituitary, resulting in an excessive production of growth hormone, and therefore exaggerated enlarged tissues, such as nose, lower lip, eyebrows, hands, feet ...

Finally the two women could talk on the phone. And plan to stay for coffee when passing a few days.

The gift of a girl

2009-12-11T14:23:00.001-08:00

One Sunday afternoon last December, Ann Sutton was overseeing a team of cooks worked in the kitchen. His son Mickey pulled a tray of cakes. JaKeilla His daughter and her boyfriend, Frank, stuck and removed from the oven cookies. In the midst of all was his younger daughter, Kinzie, a whirlwind of seven who would not stop nibbling crackers and throwing instructions from the table covered with green and red mats.

With a social worker mother and a young wizard father, his children had inherited their parents' commitment to service and knew not to ever take for granted their good fortune at Christmas. The median income for a household in the village of Kentucky (USA) where they lived was low, and the conversation at family dinners often revolve around neighboring families in need. Many customers from Ann had lost their jobs when the industry of houseboats in the area collapsed. Many others had not recovered from the setback of the mining industry.

Knowing how much they liked their children Christmas gifts, Ann always tried to seek help for one or two needy families. This year, Kinzie was happy that Santa Claus would make a special visit to a mother of 22 year-old named Ashley, who worked in a factory and took care for her newborn baby of 12 months, Evan and his brother, 12 years, Kenny.

A lively afternoon of that Sunday, the phone rang. A representative of a local organization called to say that assistance had been requested for Ashley Ann had not been heeded. There would be no Santa, no presents, nothing. Ann saw the joy fade from the faces of their children with the news. The verbiage of Kinzie faded. Without a word, he stepped down slide and ran to his room. In the silent kitchen, he stopped breathing an atmosphere of Christmas.

Kinzie returned with a face full of determination. He had opened his piggy bank and was counting the coins and crinkled dollar bills, one by one, on the kitchen table: 3,30 (about 2.25 euros). All I had. "Mom," he told Ann, "I know not much. But maybe, with this we can buy a baby gift.

At that point, everyone started to dig into their pockets and purses. Frank met Mickey and low-value bills and handfuls of coins. JaKeilla ran to her room and emptied her piggy bank shaped like a Wizard of Oz. Increasing the amount of Kinzie became a game and everybody started looking for coins. The shouts of joy filled the whole house Kinzie.

As the money piled on the kitchen table, Frank started collecting coins in paper envelopes. When the search ended, they had a mountain of bills and a neat stack of coins. Total: $ 130 (about 88 euros).

The next day at breakfast, Ann told his colleagues the latest draft of his daughter. To their surprise, the staff began to open their wallets and emptying their pockets to add more money to the initiative of Kinzie. The generosity was contagious. Throughout the day, Ann's colleagues were making contributions. Every time I got a little money, Ann called home. And with every word of his mother, Kinzie screamed into the phone and began to dance with joy like a madwoman.

At day's end, the story of Kinzie gift extended beyond the office of Ann. Received a call from an anonymous donor. If a child of seven could give everything I had said, he could at least that amount multiplied by 100. He contributed $ 300 (just over 200 euros). Therefore, a total had collected $ 500 (340 euros), enough to celebrate Christmas three people.

That afternoon, Kinzie was with his mother and his sister to spend the money. They bought pants, shirts, pajamas and basic things for the house. Also bought a pair of beautiful boots for a child of 12 years, a scarf for Ashley and lots of toys for the baby. Even had enough to buy food for Christmas dinner.

On Christmas Eve, Ann heavy rain led to the small trailer where the family lived, and put his car back toward the door. When Ashley opened it, found under the umbrella Ann and listened in amazement as congratulating him for Christmas. Then the gifts began to unload the car, giving them to Ashley, one by one.

Ashley started to laugh in disbelief, but the gifts kept coming. Ann left her umbrella and Ashley joined him in the rain, handing the gifts to Kenny. "Please, can I open tonight?" He implored. Soon the two women were deployed to the bone, and the surprise had given way to something deeper, a kind of joy that almost did mourn.

Reflecting on the generosity of the little girl, Ashley said he hoped that someday she could do something similar by someone else in need. "Kinzie could have used that money for herself, but gave it," Ashley said. "It's the kind of kid where I would like to become my son."

The Power of Your Thoughts Past

2009-11-29T04:39:00.000-08:00

We have often said that what you live NOW is the product of all your past thoughts while the future is done with the thoughts that you're thinking NOW.

A few days ago my wife and I had an experience that affirms the above and most interesting is that often not even fall into account until we are living the experience. Sometimes we think and live things in the past and then just forget them but while the conscious mind has forgotten our subconscious is still looking for them come true.

Last week we were out walking on a beach in Spain a place of which we had heard several times by friends who had many, many years ago, the truth was no direct interest in visiting these beaches or the city but less so interesting Universe conspire to finally materialize these thoughts in our mind.

We had made reservations to go to Seville, Spain and then for private reasons had to change the destination, they had few options and my wife wanted to go to the beach and among the options was Barcelona. We decided to go to Barcelona and we ended up renting a hotel on the outskirts of the city.

Only when we were there walking along the promenade of the city we realized that we were exactly in the place which our friends from the past told us and made us think. Interesting.

It was obviously a great experience because we felt positive anyway but what about those negative thoughts that haunt our minds and although could not remember at any moment? It's scary is not it?.

Luckily there are ways to clear these negative thoughts, took energy, take away their power of expression and also the same as we do with our positive thoughts, the technique is the same and remember that our subconscious is no difference between positive and negative the real and imaginary.

You decide to do

2009-11-29T04:10:00.000-08:00

In the small rural school was a very old fashioned coal stove. A little boy was assigned the task of arriving at school early each day to light the fire and warm the room before the arrival of her teacher and classmates.

One morning they arrived to find the schoolhouse engulfed in flames. They dragged the unconscious child, more dead than alive from the building. He had severe burns on the lower half of his body and was rushed to hospital in the county.

In his bed the dreadfully burned, semi child unconscious, I heard the doctor talking to his mother. She said that her son would die probably was best that could happen, really - because the fire had destroyed the lower part of his body.
But the brave boy did not want to die. She decided she would survive.

Somehow, much to the surprise of the doctor, survived.

Once past the danger of death, he heard his mother speaking quietly and the physician. Since the fire had greatly damaged the lower limbs of his body, the doctor told the mother, would have been much better if I died, as he was sentenced to be invalid all his life without the possibility of using their legs.
Once more the brave boy made a decision. It would be an invalid.

Walk. But unfortunately, from the waist down, had no motor ability. His thin legs just dangled lifeless.
Finally, he was discharged.

Every day, his mother would massage his legs, but there was no feeling, no control, nothing.

However, their determination to proceed was stronger than ever.

When he was in bed, was confined to a wheelchair.
A sunny day his mother took him to the yard to get some fresh air.

This day, instead of sitting there, he fell off the chair. He pulled himself across the grass, dragging his legs

He came to the white fence posts that surrounded the garden of his house. With great effort, climbed the fence. There, post by post, began advancing on the fence, decided to walk.
He began to do the same thing every day until he made a small mark next to the fence. Wanted nothing more than to give life to those legs.

Finally, thanks to the fervent prayers of his mother and his daily massages, his iron persistence and his resolute determination, developed the capacity, first to stop, then walk unsteadily and finally walk alone and then run. He started walking to school, then running for the simple pleasure of running. Later, in college, was part of the race team on track.

And even then, at Madison Square Garden this young man who had no hope of surviving, never walk, she would never have the chance to run, this determined young man, Glenn Cunningham, became the American athlete who ran the mile fast the world!

Glenn Cunningham, of Atlanta, Kansas, set a world record mile in 4:06.8 minutes in 1934. He was second in the 1936 Olympic 1 500, and two weeks later, reached another record in 800 meters planetarium with his 1:49.7.

Years later, now retired, and his wife established a charitable foundation with which helped thousands of children with problems. He died on 10 March 1988 aged 78.

Do what you can and God will do what you can not. The only thing that can change your life is your decision and record in that way. Hang in there and fight for your dreams without stopping.

Now I know I am not alone

2009-11-29T03:27:00.000-08:00

"I was in the hospital with labor pains and high pressure, so they cast me a caesarean section. I was accompanied by a very friendly person, who prayed earnestly to God to make it right.
Suddenly I closed my eyes, I wonder if I fell asleep or passed out, I felt more pain, and I saw a space that was moving upwards, then there were flowers of incredible colors ... I was happy, very quiet.

Suddenly, the angel, with figure of man, immense stature, imposing, without causing fear and I am rather timid, "he diaphanous appearance, light clothing. He saw me and said I love you. I said, "And you, what I want if I do not know? He just smiled and turned to me tenderly I love you.
I opened my eyes. She was crying and I remember saying to that person's friend:

"I just saw an angel and told me he loved me." She also cried, wiped my tears and he said: I too, had seen since entering the room and stand at the foot of my bed.

I felt the pain again, but my pressure was normal, had delayed the necessary and within ten minutes my son was born. It was a moment of mixed feelings. I have not forgotten his serene face, but I can not describe it. How to describe the peace and goodness?

If it was a dream or something on my mind, I know not, nor is it my intention to convince anyone. All I can say is that love and peace I felt at that moment was real and not need further testing. Nor was it a coincidence that my pressure normalized at once.
God did that so I know he is real, that is with me and I have great love ... Since then my life changed ... Now I know I'm not alone ...

God is present in every moment of our lives

LOVE HURTS

2009-11-28T21:07:00.000-08:00

It hurts to love someone and not be reciprocated, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to tell that person how you feel. Maybe God wants us to know a few wrong people before meeting the right person to finally know when, let us be thankful for this wonderful gift. One of the saddest things in life is when you meet someone that means everything and only to realize that in the end, it was not for you and you have to let go. When the door of happiness closes, another door opens, but often we look so long that door was closed, we do not see that has opened before us.

It is true that we do not know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we know what we've been missing until we found it. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that you will include, but not expect to be responsible; only expected to grow love in the heart of another person, but if it grows, happy because he grew in yours. There are things you love to hear who have never heard of the person you wish you spoke them, but do not be so deaf not to hear from anyone who says them from his heart. Never say goodbye if you still want to treat. Never give up if you feel you can keep fighting. Never tell a person no longer love her if you can not let go.

Love comes to those who wait, although they may have disappointed those who still believe, although it has been betrayed, to those who still need love, but has been hurt before and one who has the courage and faith to build trust again . The beginning of love is to let those we know are themselves and not try to turn in our own image, because then we will love only the reflection of ourselves in them. Do not go outside, this can fool you, do not go for wealth even that is lost because he sees for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day shine. I hope you find that person who makes you smile. There are times when you miss someone so much, you want it out of your dreams and hug with all your strength.

I hope you dream about that special someone. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and an opportunity to do everything you want to do. I hope you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to be happy and enough money to buy gifts. The happiest people do not always have the best of everything, just bring out the best of everything in their path. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who have been injured, those who seek, those who try. Because only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. The brilliance of the future will be based on a forgotten past. You can not go happily through life until you let go of your past failures and sorrows of your heart. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around was smiling, live your life so that when you die everyone around you smile and cry.

Thanks Dad, for showing me how poor we are!

2009-11-28T20:53:00.000-08:00

Once a parent of a very rich family, brings her son to roam the countryside with the firm intention that his son see how poor were those peasants. They spent a whole day and night in the ramshackle cottage of a very humble family. At the conclusion of the trip and back home in his new car, the father asked his son:

Son you liked the trip?
Very nice father!
You saw how poor people can be? insisted? the father?
If answered? The child And you learn, son? INSISTED? father again.

I saw, "said the little that we have a dog at home, they have four.

We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the yard, they have the stars. The courtyard of us goes to the wall next to the street, they have a whole horizon of court.

At the end of the story, the father is? Dumb .... and his son says

Thanks Dad, for showing me how poor we are!

100 DAYS

2009-11-03T17:40:00.000-08:00

They say that there was once a king who was looking very handsome wife. For his palace passed all the hottest women in the Kingdom and further afield, many also offered her beauty and charm of its many riches, but none of them satisfied enough to become his queen.

One day a beggar came to the palace of the king and with much struggle got a hearing. "I have nothing material to offer, I can only give you the love I feel for you" he told the king can do something to show you that love ".

This aroused the curiosity of the king, who asked him to tell him would that I could do. "I'll spend 100 days on your balcony, without food or drink, exposed to rain, the dew, the sun and cold night. If I can endure these 100 days, then I become your wife .

The king, surprised more than moved, accepted the challenge. He said "I accept. If a woman can do all this for me, is worthy of being my wife." That said, the woman began her sacrifice. They began to spend days and women bravely endured the worst storms ... often felt faint from hunger and cold, but imagine finally encouraged alongside his great love. Occasionally the king's face peered from the comfort of your room to see and breath beckoned with his thumb.

So time passed ... 20 days ... 50 ... people of the kingdom was happy because they thought "finally we have a queen !!"... 90 days ... and the king continued poking its head from time to time to see the progress of women. "This woman is unbelievable," he thought to himself and returned to give encouragement to sign.

At last came the day 99 and all the people started gathering outside the palace to see the time that the beggars would become the king's wife. They were counting the hours ... at 12 in the evening of that day would be queen! ... The poor woman was so deteriorated, had grown very thin and disease.

Then it happened. At 11:00 pm on that day 99, barely missing an hour to the day 100, the brave woman surrendered ... and decided to withdraw from the palace. He gave a sad look at the surprised King and without saying a word he left. People were shocked! Nobody could understand why this brave woman had given up missing only 1 hour to see their dreams become true! He had endured so much!

On reaching home, his father had already learned what had happened. He asked, "why you gave just a moment to be the queen?" and to his astonishment she replied: "I was 99 days and 23 hours on her balcony, spans all kinds of calamities and was unable to break free of that sacrifice. I was suffering and only encouraged me to continue, without showing even a little pity to my suffering. I waited all this time a glimmer of kindness and consideration that never arrived.

Then I understood: a person so selfish, inconsiderate and blind, who thinks only of itself, does not deserve my love.

Moral: When you love someone and feel that to keep the person next to you have to suffer, sacrifice your heart and to pray ... although it hurts you, fold. Not so much because things get tough, but he who does not make you feel valued (a) who is unable to make any difference to you, who can not provide the same commitment, the same delivery ... just DO NOT DESERVE

Small details

2009-11-03T17:14:00.000-08:00

The student, said he had finished the painting. He called his teacher to evaluate him. She approached the teacher and noted the work in depth and concentration for a while. So she asked the student to the palette and brushes. Deftly took a few strokes here and there. When the teacher returned to the student paints the picture had changed dramatically.

The student was amazed, in his own eyes the work had gone from mediocre to sublime. Almost reverently told the teacher:

How is it possible that with a few strokes, simple details, the picture has changed so much?

Is that in small details is art. Replied the teacher.

If we see it slowly, we will realize that everything in life is just details. Major events dazzle us so much that sometimes prevent us from seeing those little miracles that surround us every day. A bird that sings, a flower that opens, the kiss of a child in our cheek, are examples of small details that they might do differently in joining our existence.

All relationships, family, marriage, dating or friendship, are based on details. Nobody expects to lift the Atlantic Ocean for him, though he probably did speak on his birthday. Nobody asks you to climb Mount Everest to prove your friendship, but you visit it for a few minutes when you know you're sick.

Some people spend their time waiting for an opportunity to demonstrate your love for someone heroic. The sad thing is that while they await this great occasion let pass many others modest but significant. You can go through life without another person did never need that you were donating a kidney, but waited to return the call.

Is sometimes thought that happiness is like winning the lottery, a majestic event that the overnight change a miserable life full of happiness. This is false, indeed happiness farm in little things, details that pepper our everyday existence.

Is sometimes thought that happiness is like winning the lottery, a majestic event that the overnight change a miserable life full of happiness. This is false, indeed happiness farm in little things, details that pepper our everyday existence.

We too easily fooled by the apparent simplicity. Do not underestimate the power of ever smaller things: a flower, a letter, a pat on the shoulder, a word of encouragement or a few lines on a card. All these may seem like much, but do not think they are negligible.

In moments of greatest happiness or greatest pain become the glue that binds the bricks of this building that we call relationship. The flower will wither, the words will probably be the wind, but the memory of both will remain for long in the minds and hearts of those who received them.

What do you expect then? Write that letter, make that visit, pick up the phone.

Do it now while the opportunity is still yours. DO NOT seem put off then by little. In relationships there are small things, there are only those made and those that remained in good intentions ...

Jesus Shoes

2009-10-28T16:16:00.000-07:00

There were only five days before Christmas. I had not yet caught the spirit of the holidays. Parking lots full, and in-store, it was worse. You could not even walk through the hallways. Why did I come today? I wondered.

My feet hurt so much as my head. On my list were the names of people who claimed not to want anything, but I knew that if they bought something would suffer. Quickly filled my shopping cart with last minute and went to the lines at cash registers. I picked the shortest, I figured it would be at least 20 minutes waiting.

Before me were two children, a boy of 10, and his sister 5 years. He was badly dressed in a threadbare coat, shoes too big, maybe 3 sizes larger. The jeans were too short. He carried in his hands dirty a few crumpled bills.

His sister looked like him, except that his hair was matted. She wore a pair of women's shoes and shining gold. As the Christmas echoed throughout the store and I could hear the little girl humming. When you reach the cash register, the girl carefully placed the shoes to the cashier, as if it were a treasure.

The clerk rang up the bill and said, are $ 6.09. The boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the counter while he searched his pockets.

Finally came up with $ 3.12. Well I think we'll have to return, come back another day and buy them, he added. At this the girl drew a pout on his face and said, "But Jesus would have loved these shoes."

Go home and work some more return for them. Do not cry, let's go back. But later I completed the missing three U.S. dollars to the cashier. They had been waiting in line for a long time and after all it was Christmas.

And a couple of Brazito that surrounded me with a tender hug and a voice said: "Thank you sir."

I took the opportunity to ask what he meant when he said that Jesus was like the shoes. And the girl with large round eyes he answered:

- "My mom is sick and going to heaven. My dad said he would go before Christmas to be with Jesus. My catechism teacher said the streets of heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Do not you see my mom beautiful walking on those streets with these shoes? "

My eyes welled when he saw a tear down his face beaming. Absolutely, I replied. And silently I thanked God for using these children to remember the true value of things.

A gift forever

2009-10-28T14:54:00.000-07:00

In Monterrey, some time ago... This date was in the habit of being very important: the day of the anniversary of weddings. Nevertheless, it would be the first time that they it would not celebrate together. Carlos had died scarcely, consumed by the cancer.

Every year he was sending to Ana a bouquet of roses, with a card that he was saying: " I love You more than last year. My love will grow more every year ". But this one would be the first one that would not receive them. Suddenly they called to his door, and for his surprise, on having opened a bouquet of roses was opposite to her, with a card that he was saying " I Love You ".

Ana bothered thinking that it had been a joke of evil I please. She spoke to the flower shop to claim the fact, and on having answered him, the owner attended to him. She said to her that already she knew that his husband had died, and asked him if she had read the interior of the card. It she made clear to her that these roses were paid by his husband in advance, as well as all other for the rest of his life.

On having hung the telephone to Ana his eyes of tears were filled. It she opened on: " Hello my love, I know that it has been a difficult year for you, I wait could re-put soon, but it he wanted to say to you, that I will love you for the rest of the times and that we will return to be united again. You roses will be sent every year in our anniversary; the day that they do not answer to the door, five attempts will do in the day, and if yet you do not answer, be be sure of taking them to where you are, that will be close to me. It he loves you forever, Carlos, your husband ".

In this sense, how not to talk of marriage? How Not to mention the beauty so ancient and so new to love forever? When a woman and a man they love, with devotion, sacrifice, faithfully enduring-and note I say man and woman, love becomes the twin of eternity. Marriage is the full delivery of human love and true love only exists in the necessary continuity. The passion, instinct springs burn rapidly reduces them to slag and leaves only ashes in their hands.

It is true. The love or it is forever or simply it falls down for his own weight. Or it has flavor of eternity or is tasteless, tart and sadly bitter, gets lost with the time, color transforms in recollection ash. This way a great writer says it: "The love is not an adventure. It possesses the flavor of the whole person. An instant cannot last only. The eternity of the man it shares feelings.

That is true love: eternal. Able to love beyond death. Able to overcome all obstacles, even the weather. Able to send roses from eternity.

Romina's tragic story, the girl killed in Catamarca

2009-10-27T05:02:00.000-07:00

He was 13 years and two entries in the police: once for prostitution and the other by sniffing glue in the streets. She was found murdered in a ditch for 11 days. Investigating a prostitution of minors.

Marcela Farias is processing pain for the murder of Maria Romina. Her daughter is not among them since 31 January, when she was found murdered in a ditch. Forensics believe she was raped.

The mother of the victim is to Clarin in the humble dwelling of tin roof and dirt floor, very common in the trendy South San Antonio, in Catamarca(Argentina) .The thermometer hits 38 degrees it becomes unbearable. The neighbors are already used to the arrival of the press. "I'm cleaning pass, my husband is doing some errands, and again," says Marcela.

Maria Romina grew up here, in a settlement whose inhabitants share common histories. The parents came from La Banda (Santiago del Estero) to the capital to try their luck Catamarca. No title or permanent work, both survive with their six children (and one more to come) with the subsidy of 150 pesos a plan "Jefes de Hogar". And Chang. "But I do not think I am asking that work for me or my husband now. We want justice," said Marcela. "I want you see the murderer of my daughter, I want this to be clarified.

Everyone wonders why they killed Maria Romina and everything is wrapped in impunity. "You might have seen something he should not see," says the mother.

Parents do not want to talk about the past of her daughter. They say he stands a wave of rumors that make it the culprit in this story. "It was rebellious as any child her age," they argue.

The girl had a case pending in Juvenile Court where two incomes recorded in the police station for Children and Women: one for prostitution, the other by sniffing glue in the streets. "It was a girl who roam the street and was exposed to dangers like drugs and prostitution," admits Mary Louise Armoy, director of Human Development, in charge of institutions for minors where Maria Romina was interned in various stages of its short life. But there was withdrawn by parents because they were unhappy with the care they received.

Natural rebelliousness of Maria Romina containment only found in a group of street kids, as they are known here. He was recognized as a couple and passed them to the last moments of his life. "They walked through the center of the city, called coins, sold newspapers, had no schedules, no days or nights," explained sources linked to the cause.

With them having breakfast in the dining room of the Pilgrim's Home, a center of solidarity provided by the Church and the government, where on Monday, 30 made a drawing that aroused curiosity among researchers. "It has many hearts and colors," Clarin described social workers who saw him. "Romina was in love? Who was the last night of your life?

The prosecutor Marcelo Sago would clear that the group of street kids who joined Maria Romina could have connected with the underworld of prostitution. The mother of a close friend of Romina is being investigated by prostituting children in a house in the neighborhood Eva Perón. Already have a police record for similar facts.

Indeed, the crime of Mary Romina opened a general cause based in the Regional Unit No. 2 to investigate the existence of a network of child prostitution in Catamarca.

The presentation was made by friends of the parents of Mary Romina and would have provided some clearer insight into the modus operandi of a band of "hunters teenagers" who would check marginal youth at night to feed the network.

When he could or wanted, rarely, Romina went to school No. 10. I had a free pass to take the bus that left about 20 minutes of the establishment.

His death has shocked Catamarca. So much so that the usually conservative Catamarca Church supported the claim of parents for Justice: "Of course we have to go, how many girls are sleeping in the street without food, without protection," said Monsignor Moses Pachad, second authority of the Diocese of Catamarca. Yesterday there was a silent march. There's no firm suspects.

Many parents are not helping their children in the most difficult moments. The love of parents in the early stages of life is crucial for the rest of life.

Testimony from "Rivanolito"

2009-10-27T04:46:00.000-07:00

Rivanolito is the nickname by which many know this young man of 15 years in a major hospital in Cuba. It is an ordinary kid, except for the detail of his nickname.

It happened that this young man's mother had more than 35 years of age and had grown children when this pregnancy. For all this, and the possibility that the child has any congenital malformation or other abnormality such as Down syndrome, the doctor advised an abortion. Thus the mother decided to submit to Rivanol, a method of late interruption of pregnancy is to administer to pregnant women through the cervix with a probe, a mustard-yellow substance called Rivanol, which produces strong contractions and causes expulsion of the child outside the womb. Often this is born alive and crying.

But it happened that the day that this lady was subjected to the method, the regular nurse that room was not working and instead was another who had no experience in this kind of work. It was so when the nurse saw that the woman drove the product of conception "(which is like in that environment are referred to aborted babies), and heard her crying, did not the usual case, it is to abandon the for their child to die quickly pulmonary immaturity. Touched by her cries, ran with him into the arms of the Department of Neonatal Intensive Care where, coincidentally, was on duty on a pro-life doctor who gave the child the proper treatment.

Rivanolito is now a teenager attending high school, only in mild asthma and continue to see the doctor who saved him from death.

God cares for human beings. Always with the souls who need love .... and ask company.

Gifts of love

2009-10-15T17:47:00.001-07:00

In the center of my city had opened a new store. The sign read: buscar"GIFTS OF LOVE". I come into. An old man with eyes of a child attending to customers.

- What sells? - I asked

- Buy any gift of love

- They are expensive?

- No, the gifts of love are always free. I looked at the shelves. They were full of "confidence amphorae", "jars of value", "soaps of consciousness", "power boxes" and much more ...

I had the need of it. I went to the elderly.

Give me a little box of everything, please?

I was surprised to see that the old man had made me a small package placed on the counter. I picked up the package, put it in the palm of my hand, looked at him and exclaimed:

"That's all? "The old man softly explained to me:

- If everything. Life does not give the ripe fruits, only seeds that everyone should cultivate. Confused thanked him and said goodbye with a shy smile.

Although disappointed, during a trip to my apartment with those seeds in my hands, I felt powerful. Once home I shut the door and threw myself on the bed. For the first time in my life listened to a few nuggets negligible. While enjoying the peace and quiet of my room, I could not avoid a sense of hope.

As the days passed, my joy was decreasing. My fear of making mistakes paralyzed me. Whenever I had to make a decision to grow my seeds asking friends. Due to ignorance of the experts, I decided to ask strangers. Nobody wore agree. As a result, shortly after visiting the store, I quit my job, I took a backpack and traveled throughout several countries. I found no answers.

Back in my apartment, watching my seeds and more confusion in my head, I cried.

The next morning, I woke up with a firm idea of returning to the gift shop. As he walked toward the counter, I realized that the old man smiled at me.

-I expected. You've been slow to return

- Was convinced that having the seeds it would be easier, but has not grown at all. "I showed him the package he gave me four years ago. The old man stared at mine.

-My dear girl, you may have learned the most important lesson. "Fear not let anything grow." -Hearing her words, I felt the release of an answer that I was trapped. I looked at the features of man, his gray eyes had a glow that marked a leisurely look.

- Do not be afraid to make mistakes. Mistakes are an important and necessary part of the learning process

- Tell me, how he knows that not wrong? - I asked

- I'll summarize in two words: good decisions - he said. Not satisfied with the answer, I asked again

- And how she manages to make the right decisions?

-I'll summarize in a word, experience. The conversation became more and more confusing for me. I insisted.

-how achieved his experience?
-I summed up in two words: bad decisions. -In marked wrinkles his brow.

-with the passage of time, to make mistakes, we learn and grow, have you felt bad lately by some mistake you've made?

- If ever

- Then analyzes what did you do wrong, be sure not to do. Forgive yourself and move on. "He stopped and fixed his eyes on mine.

- When you do not feel confident enough to take risks to do something, remember that even bad decisions can be an excellent opportunity for evolution. The only way to learn to make good decisions, that is taking some bad. So, think no more. Dare to make bad decisions. Do it with all your courage, for after all you become a wiser person and your seeds will bear fruit.

During that night and the nights following the words of the old man thought.

Now I am sure the day I walked into that strange love gift shop, started in me a metamorphosis.

A LITTLE DRAMA OF DAILY LIVING ANIMAL

2009-10-13T20:59:00.000-07:00

It would not be an over daily events of nature, natural laws which we are governed by humans and animals, were it not that there was a camera, and the reporter was able to capture this little story to the world, but a great tragedy for that little bird ... who lost his partner ...

The bird brings him food and water to his wounded partner, and cherishes it as best as possible, attempting the impossible, the miraculous healing ... that would never come.

Despite the affection and love shown towards its companion, the little wounded bird eventually dies. The other tries to revive him as best they can ... but any attempt is unsuccessful ...

He yells, or pia him as if to say that reacts, not to go, who needs a hand ...

They say animals have no feelings ... but with cases like this, you just convinced that even the smallest, seemingly most insensitive, have her little heart ... and I show and prove on occasions like this, do not think dear readers?

The healthy bird stands motionless beside his fallen comrade for a while, as if esuviera accompanied on his trip to the kingdom of the birds ... there in heaven, of course.

The life in all the forms is wonderful. And with friends it is a dream. To live every day with love and to help the persons who need love. It is a good gift that we leave to the world. For the perfect thing that is.

Heroism in a restaurant

2009-10-09T15:32:00.000-07:00

Eduardo Bustillo never dreamed that such an experience. He was at the precise time and location to save a life. Julio Garcia, a Hialeah residentFlorida) , lunched quietly with his wife at the restaurant in that city Molina when he began to choke on a piece of food.
Within minutes, the face of 71 year old man turned blue and fainted on the table. Customers were screaming and Garcia's wife was in panic when Bustillo stood on his desk, running towards him and when he realized he had stopped breathing began to oppress the abdomen, performed first aid.
''My God, I put my clinical skills in your hands! Help me save him!''Begged Bustillo Garcia as he tried to breathe. ''God, look at the pain of his wife, help me!''He continued praying as the minutes passed. From his experience, the executive knew that those few minutes could mean the difference between life and death of Garcia. ''I knew I was drowning, I was dying,''recalled Garcia, a native of Cuba. Finally, Bustillo persuaded the man to expel the piece of food and that their airways would be free. Garcia was taken to Hospital in Hialeah, where he was discharged hours later.
Yesterday, the two men were reunited at the hospital, in a fraternal embrace. ''I thank God for having put this kindly angel,''said Garcia excited. ''Now I feel that God gave me another chance,''he said. Without doubt, last July 24 is a date that marriage Garcia will never forget. Nor Bustillo, 41, who has a master's in business administration and health, and serves as director of risk management and clinical quality of Hialeah Hospital. ''It meant a lot in my life,''stressed the hero. God is great''and puts one at the right time that one of our brothers need us,''said Bustillo, who was born in Chicago and is the son of Colombians. ''For my family, this experience has also been impressive,''said the executive, who lives in Miami Lakes with his wife, Michelle, and their three daughters, Briana, 9; Anabelle, 7, and Ariana, 6 . ''It's a miracle,''said Amada Garcia, Julio's wife. ''[Bustillo] was an angel who was there and saved him. I was terrified, watching my husband was dying,''stressed women. ''I saw him fall face down on the table, and I thought he had suffered a heart attack,''recalled Amada, who has 30 years of marriage to Julio. `` But then raised her head and realized he was drowning.'' ''Immediately, this man arrived, I got on the ground and began to give first aid,''described. For Beloved, the minutes were then passed `` forever''. ''My husband was not breathing and the man was still struggling,''said the woman, a native of Havana. Yesterday, she said that life must be valued every minute and that this experience was a great test of faith. ''I cried out to God for his life and gave me a miracle,''said

God has many helpers at the right times.

Never too late for forgiveness ...

2009-10-09T14:40:00.000-07:00

One morning a young man received a call from his ex-girlfriend, in which he said ... I too felt the same as your last night ... I'm waiting in an hour in the park ... next to the small dock of the lake. He put the phone in place and the impression was a little scary, since a day before he had dreamed of his former girlfriend, with whom he had been on bad terms and bitterness and pride both lost communication in relationships and friendship. I take a shower, fix and thought about telling her friends that she had called him but chose to leave it in privacy ... Overall, it was time for both to return to exchange words, and that pride should not be eternal, let alone punishment in court .... The girl went to the park, approached the small dock and sat, watching and thinking it would happen, he would say his ex-girlfriend? that he was speaking? He watched the people go by and among those people saw it, his former girlfriend approached the mysteriously ... saw strange, dressed completely different! Not wearing their clothes frequently, now wore a white dress ... than to see in his face a strange pallor, her eyes reflected an immense peace, looked so beautiful, was like rays of light will flash ... ... wore the shoes impeccably clean same color as the dress ..... The attempt to say hello but she said ... go forward ....

She began the conversation ..... I hear you've been sad and you've had many problems ..... I've dreamed of crying ... I've heard screaming outside my house ... And I'm not coming to you because of circumstances because of foolish pride, I know you would not know anything about me ... And do not blame you ... They hurt us too, we became much damage and we managed to get away .... I come not to discuss ... I come not to apologize ..... I came just to tell you that although things are not arranged in due course ... I think it's never too late ....... You know? Wait until you call me, talk to ... But you call never came .... The wait ... thinking of you ... my appetite Borro ... Stole my days of sunshine ... and I was beating slowly .... But keep faith ... and I said "the call" .... Most never did .... But do not blame you if you understand .... It was what you felt last night ... it happened to you, I also felt at the time, but with much more pain ... screaming your name a thousand times ... and cry a thousand pardons, what a pity that I've heard ... What a pity that no you called me ... But you know love? I think it's never too late to forgive and if I asked you to come to the park was to give you this ....

She handed in his hands a cross, which was a symbol of love of both ... The cross is my body ... this cross is who I am ... I love you and want to keep it with you for the rest of your life .... He was speechless while big tears coursing down her cheeks .... People watched him and marked him .... someone asked .... Youth are you okay? And He replied ... If it? I see him walking and I see mourn ... Is something wrong? .... Nothing, thanks, I'm just talking to her ... The questioner was puzzled retirement place ...

The accompany him home to his former girlfriend, she asked him to please wait outside the ... and she never agreed to wait on the patio ... they will keep waiting for 10 minutes and did not return ... Suddenly I heard voices and saw him leave the home to her friends, all with sad faces and tearful eyes ... hugged him and said ... He's gone, left us ... .... A strange feeling ran through his body and ran to the house, entered the bedroom of his ex-girlfriend ... she was in her breast ... hugging the body of the girl who in her face a deep sadness ... . The boy with tears and a lump in my throat ... I ask Ms. ... What happened? Tell me what happened? Says the doctor who died of sorrow ... She stopped eating ... I stop laughing .... do not know if all dislike her away ... We do not know if guilt made her unhappy ... you left this letter! .... said he started to read ....

You know love? I also feel like your .... The air begins to run short, I try to scream but can not, white lights illuminate my bedroom ... I'll love forever .... Thanks for coming to Lake ... thanks for being here in life ... Although you could forgive me ... I know now I'll face my .....

The look at the body ... and just said, you forgive me ......

"In love, friendship ... in the family ... do not let go mesquin feelings in our hearts, such as bitterness, hatred, pride, anger, etc. .... learn to forgive and seek forgiveness not let tomorrow be too late ... Look into each other eyes ... and feel how beautiful it is "live and forgive"

Forgiveness is the most beautiful human being. Jesus taught us in his predicación. Making it reality in every moment of our lives is vital to a life of peace.

A piece of twine

2009-10-09T12:26:00.000-07:00

A wealthy merchant bought a beautiful chandelier for your home. It was a work of art, made of pure crystal and adorned with precious stones. It cost a fortune.

To hang this beautiful chandelier, the trader made a hole in the sky in your room and through the hole made to pass a string. He let one end hanging over the hall, which tied the chandelier and the other end of the rope is fastened to a nail in the attic. Then he pulled the rope until the chandelier hanging tightly to the ceiling of the room and tied the rest of the string around the nail in the attic.

Everyone who came to the house admiring the beautiful chandelier, and the merchant and his household were very proud of it.

One day a poor boy asking old clothes. He was told to go up to the attic, where they kept old clothes, and to take some. He climbed to the attic and took a bundle of clothes. After packing them in her purse, found a piece of string with which to tie. He saw a rope tied around a nail and decided to take a part. So he took out his knife and cut the rope.

Crash! There was a terrible wreck and the next minute the whole family ran to the roof shouting "Idiot!" Look what you've done! Cut the rope and you've ruined us! "

The poor boy did not understand why he was all the excitement. He said: "What do you mean, you've ruined? All I did was take a small piece of string. Surely this will not ruin you?"

"You poor fool," replied the merchant. "Yes, all you did was take a piece of string. But it happens that my beautiful chandelier hanging from it. It is now broken and beyond repair!"

Sometimes things get very small things. Minor. But they greatly affect other people. Sage is when you touch and measure the consequences of what we do.

The hole in the Boat

2009-10-09T12:21:00.001-07:00

A man was called to paint a boat on the beach. He took his paint and his brush and began painting a bright red, as had been hired. When starting to paint, he noticed that the paint ran down the back of the boat. He realized then that there was a leak and decided to fix it. Upon completion of painting, collected his money for his work and left.

The next day the owner of the boat gave the artist a check for a large sum. The painter was surprised. "You already paid me to paint the boat," he said.

"But this is not the paint job. Is to fix the leak."

"It was so small that he would not charge. Are you sure you're paying me this huge amount for something so small?"

"My dear fellow, you do not understand. Let me explain."

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"Cuando le pedí que pintara el bote, se me olvidó mencionarle sobre la fuga. Cuando el bote estaba listo y seco, mis hijos tomaron el bote y salieron a pescar. Cuando descubrí que habían partido en el bote, me puse histérico. Recordé que el bote tenía una fuga ¡Imagínese mi alivio y felicidad cuando los vi volver sanos y salvos! Examiné el bote y vi que usted había reparado la fuga. Ahora, ¿ve lo que hizo? ¡Usted salvó las vidas de mis hijos! ¡No tengo suficiente dinero para pagarle por su ‘pequeña’ buena acción …!”

When we do our job there is always an unexpected reward.

Forgiveness

2009-10-09T11:42:00.000-07:00

A king was hunting in the forest. Chasing a deer, went into the woods and found there alone. Began looking for a way out of the woods to take him back to his city and palace.

In his search he met some farmers, but no one recognized or wanted to do something with it. When he began to speak, not even understood what he said or cared.

Wandering in the woods for a long time the king heard that someone fine tune played on a flute. Following the sound, the king met a man and started talking to him. He immediately recognized the king, and spoke with humility and respect.

The king saw that here was a man of the kind he liked, and liked it immediately. When he told the man he hoped to find someone who could lead out of the woods and back to his palace and his throne, the man was happy to do so and the king was pleased with him. He invited him to his palace and gave him a place of honor among his advisers and royal advisers. Then he ordered expensive clothes for his friend, which conformed to his rank.

Some time after the king's friend disobeyed him. The king became angry and ordered him to appear before the royal court for judge. When the day of the trial, the friend of the king took off his robes and put on simple clothes that he wore the day he met the king. He also carried his flute with him and appeared before the royal court very humble and repentant. Before passing sentence, the king asked if he had any request to make.

"Allow me, Your Majesty, touching a melody on my flute," asked the defendant, and his request was accepted.

He played the beautiful melody he had played the day they had met the king for the first time. The king remembered well. Once such a happy reunion came to his mind, when the stranger had become so happy and the king had led him out of the woods and back to his palace, the king forgave his friend and took it back with his grace and Please.

Sometimes it's hard to grant forgiveness. But the memory of many happy moments in pleasant circumstances make us less severe.

Katie Kirkpatrick has lung cancer.

2009-09-23T19:38:00.000-07:00

Katie Kirkpatrick, 21, takes his daily medication a few minutes before dropping in momentary dream that causes the morphine while lying in the room sitting in his parents' home in Metamora. We are January 11, 2005. Katie has lung cancer.

Katie passes in front of her picture when she was crowned Queen at Lapeer East High School. The picture rests on the table in the living room in his parents' home in Metamora. It remains 11 January.

Katie, left, and right Nick Godwin, 23, waiting for the nurse to come Katie begin treatment at McLaren Regional Medical Center in Flint on the morning of January 12, 2005. Nick Godwin works the night shift as an aide to Sheriff Lapeer County. Katie is exhausted because the pain has left him no sleep. Nick also is now just leaving work.

Just the fact he was breathing very difficult to Katie and need to receive oxygen. The back pain is so intense that gets through the wall of morphine that is supposedly there to stop it. Their bodies are being badly affected. Katie and Nick are in love since they met in 11th grade.

Nick can not help falling asleep while his girlfriend is being treated intravenously. The intention is to drain fluid accumulation than the disease it causes.

Niki Kirkpatrick, right, was let go in thought. It took a leave from work to take care of her daughter and has come a time when Katie needs continuous support. Katie's suffering is evident in his face even while under the influence of morphine.

Katie in front of the mirror, puts her earrings. A few minutes to cross the aisle to take you to the altar of the church of Christ in Hazel Park. Once there will marry Nick. We are at 15 January 2005.

The couple had to be accompanied by an invited non grata throughout the ceremony and party: a bottle of oxygen. The other couple in the photo are Katie's parents, excited about the marriage of the child with the woman he fell in love since adolescence.

Katie, sitting in a wheelchair and with oxygen cylinder, and listening as her husband and friends dedicate a song.

Katie rests a moment during the party after the ceremony. The banquet was held at the Boulder Point Golf Club and Banquet Center in Oxford on Saturday 15 January 2005. Katie was exhausted. Her face was as white as her wedding dress.

Katie and Nick enjoying the moment drawing a few seconds to be left alone.

Katie did not want to let your life librase disease early. The hope and faith made him believe it had a future.

Katie die 5 days later. It was a wonderful wedding.

Life is short, work as his first day forgive quickly delayed kiss, love truly laugh uncontrollably and never stop smiling As strange reason whatsoever.
Life can not be the party we hoped but as we are here, we should smile and give thanks ...

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