How a Taxi Driver Became a Bank President? by Bo Sanchez

[lowosam]

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very nice story. mao ni mga storya nga angay nato basahon. it will make our life meaningful

[smurky]

correct bro.... not only basahon pero i-apply sad...

very nice story. mao ni mga storya nga angay nato basahon. it will make our life meaningful

[Sol_Itaire]

ya, it's good to be a serial entreprenuer. *sparks

[smurky]

and im happily guilty as charged.... you got me there... (and i know a couple of othersl diri sa istorya).. hehehe

ya, it's good to be a serial entreprenuer. *sparks

[smurky]

(got something for you nga pang-All Souls and All Saints Day - smurky)

Do You Believe in GHOST? (By: Bo Sanchez)

It happened more than 60 years ago.

A frail, pale, and bedridden woman named Magdalena was suffering with tuberculosis. Breathing was very labored.

An only child cared for her. A 19-year old beautiful girl named Pilar.

One day, Magdalena said, “Pilar, I want to go to Pacita. Today!” She was talking about her sister. Both were very close to each other. Tragically, like her sister, Pacita was also sick and bedridden for many years.

Pilar said, “Mama, what are you talking about? You’re bedridden! How can we go all the way to Auntie Pacita? She lives in San Juan.” And because it was the Japanese war, there were very few vehicles on the street. So bringing a bedridden woman to another city was almost impossible.

But the old woman was adamant. “My sister Pacita is calling me. I need to go to her now!”

But her daughter put her foot down. “Mama, we can’t leave the house!” In Pilar’s mind, she thought her mother was hallucinating.

But the very next day, it happened: Magdalena finally took her last labored breath. Her daughter Pilar was devastated. But as it was wartime, there were no proper wakes or funerals possible. She had to act fast. On that same day, Pilar placed her mother’s body in a cheap wooden coffin. She pushed the coffin in a wheeled “cariton” all the way to the cemetery.

Late that afternoon, Pilar met a friend on the street.

“My condolences, Pilar,” the friend said, “your Auntie Pacita was a good woman.”

“Huh?” Pilar was confused. “I think you got it wrong. It was my mother who died today, not my Auntie Pacita. She’s still in San Juan…”

The friend was shocked. “What? Your mother died?”

“Yes, my mother Magdalena died early this morning,” Pilar said, “not Auntie Pacita.”

Her friend covered her mouth. “Oh no. I’m so sorry. I just came from San Juan. Your Auntie Pacita died yesterday too….”

Pilar’s head was spinning. For a few moments, she couldn’t speak. Two sisters dying one day after another!

Finally, she was able to ask, “Did you say Auntie died yesterday?”

“Yes. Why?”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “Yesterday, Mama was insisting she visit Auntie Pacita. Somehow, she knew that her sister was dying at that precise moment.”

The woman said, “This morning, did you know that Auntie Pacita’s body passed by right in front of your house on their way to the cemetery?”

“This morning?” Pilar asked.

It was almost like Pacita fetched her sister Magdalena.

To Heaven.

Sixty years later, my mother Pilar told me this amazing story.

I never saw my grandmother because I was born 22 years after her death.

It seemed as though the souls of Magdalena and Pacita were communicating prior to their deaths—and after.

Friends, do you believe in ghosts? I believe in souls.

Do you have true stories like these that speak about how there is life after death? That reality isn’t just the physical world we see?

Share it with us at the comments section below.

These stories will remind us that our life on planet Earth is short, and that we always need to be ready to go home with God—anytime.

By the way, I believe the best way to prepare is to strengthen your personal relationship with God.

[smurky]

(happy halloween... do read the following post ni Bo SAnchez kay timely kaayo. say some prayers
for your loveones)

(got something for you nga pang-All Souls and All Saints Day - smurky)

Do You Believe in GHOST? (By: Bo Sanchez)

It happened more than 60 years ago.

A frail, pale, and bedridden woman named Magdalena was suffering with tuberculosis. Breathing was very labored.

An only child cared for her. A 19-year old beautiful girl named Pilar.

One day, Magdalena said, “Pilar, I want to go to Pacita. Today!” She was talking about her sister. Both were very close to each other. Tragically, like her sister, Pacita was also sick and bedridden for many years.

Pilar said, “Mama, what are you talking about? You’re bedridden! How can we go all the way to Auntie Pacita? She lives in San Juan.” And because it was the Japanese war, there were very few vehicles on the street. So bringing a bedridden woman to another city was almost impossible.

But the old woman was adamant. “My sister Pacita is calling me. I need to go to her now!”

But her daughter put her foot down. “Mama, we can’t leave the house!” In Pilar’s mind, she thought her mother was hallucinating.

But the very next day, it happened: Magdalena finally took her last labored breath. Her daughter Pilar was devastated. But as it was wartime, there were no proper wakes or funerals possible. She had to act fast. On that same day, Pilar placed her mother’s body in a cheap wooden coffin. She pushed the coffin in a wheeled “cariton” all the way to the cemetery.

Late that afternoon, Pilar met a friend on the street.

“My condolences, Pilar,” the friend said, “your Auntie Pacita was a good woman.”

“Huh?” Pilar was confused. “I think you got it wrong. It was my mother who died today, not my Auntie Pacita. She’s still in San Juan…”

The friend was shocked. “What? Your mother died?”

“Yes, my mother Magdalena died early this morning,” Pilar said, “not Auntie Pacita.”

Her friend covered her mouth. “Oh no. I’m so sorry. I just came from San Juan. Your Auntie Pacita died yesterday too….”

Pilar’s head was spinning. For a few moments, she couldn’t speak. Two sisters dying one day after another!

Finally, she was able to ask, “Did you say Auntie died yesterday?”

“Yes. Why?”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “Yesterday, Mama was insisting she visit Auntie Pacita. Somehow, she knew that her sister was dying at that precise moment.”

The woman said, “This morning, did you know that Auntie Pacita’s body passed by right in front of your house on their way to the cemetery?”

“This morning?” Pilar asked.

It was almost like Pacita fetched her sister Magdalena.

To Heaven.

Sixty years later, my mother Pilar told me this amazing story.

I never saw my grandmother because I was born 22 years after her death.

It seemed as though the souls of Magdalena and Pacita were communicating prior to their deaths—and after.

Friends, do you believe in ghosts? I believe in souls.

Do you have true stories like these that speak about how there is life after death? That reality isn’t just the physical world we see?

Share it with us at the comments section below.

These stories will remind us that our life on planet Earth is short, and that we always need to be ready to go home with God—anytime.

By the way, I believe the best way to prepare is to strengthen your personal relationship with God.

[smurky]

up nato ni para sa uban!!!

[smurky]

"I'm a Thief ! I Steal... " (by: smurky)

Yes, you heard it right. The title of this article simply defines me. Well, it's not only "me". There's a bunch of us here in istorya.net specially in the "business" section. Here's the complete title: "I'm a Thief! I Steal TIME ". to put it bluntly, im a time-stealer. and so are the rest.

look, im not gonna put my name in the limelight. i just want to share ALL about "them" and NOT my personal experiences.

i'll gonna drop some names (and i hope they wont crucify me for revealing one of their secrets) like Ryze, Earnest, jabez_rmc, Pinkdimensions, honey2723, etc. They might want to justify it but they're really notorious.... "time" stealers. They do their best to maximize their time as much as they can squeeze every seconds out from it.

What do these "stealers" have in common?
- they have a daily plan (a 24-hour itinerary for the whole day. they know exactly how their day will transpire from family, work, business and down to their recreation .)
- luckily, they lived a "balance" life. theyre great "time" managers. (i wouldnt be surprised if they have already plotted the rest of their week or month scheds)
- when they're online (dili ra diri sa istorya.net), they read their emails, probably peruse 30 minutes of "motivational" ebooks and they constantly check for new opportunities.
- they know how to accomplish "many" tasks in a short period of time (multi-tasking)
- when theyre in the car, taxi or PUVs you'll see them do "follow-ups" to customers or clients thru SMS or phone calls AND if they own the vehicle, they listen to "motivational" and "personal development" audios.
- (and heres the best part) despite their "busy" sched these time "stealers" still find time to help and share their knowledge to others...

i wouldnt be surprised if one of these days (or in a couple of years) they'll be one of the most recognized names in the business industry. theyre millionaires in the making. kung dili man mahimong millionaires, they'll definitely create a mark in the "entrepreneur" world or bisan mahimong lang "thousand"-naires (thats still a great accomplishment).

so if you want to become successful, learn to "steal" time.

[demonyito]

nice thread bro!
nag subscribe ko ani..

[smurky]

salamat bro....

@demonyito: musta ang baby? kanus-a ang bunyag? you have a group
of ninongs waiting in line diri sa "business" section. see you this sunday sa
EYEBIZ!!!!

nice thread bro!
nag subscribe ko ani..