Merged: Short stories.

[anniepetilla]

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p.s. oi, dili ni blogpage ah. disclaimer lang...

[Jacopo]

Merry Christmas

It was the night before Christmas, I hurried to go to the mall to
buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself:

'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other
places to
go...'

'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I
wish
I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to
curse the prices, wondering if the kids really play with such
expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5
years
old, pressing a doll against his chest.

He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad.

I wondered who this doll was for.

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:

'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'

The old lady replied:

'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look
around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who he wanted to
give this doll to.

'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this
Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after
all,
and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly.

'No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to
give
the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes
there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this.

'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy will also
go to
see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with
her to
give it to my sister'

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said:

'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I
come back from the supermarket'.

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He
then
told me:

'I also want mommy to take this photo with her so that she will not
forget
me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy
says
that she has to go to be with my sister.

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the
boy.

'What if we checked again, just in case you have enough money?'
'Ok', he said. 'I hope that I have enough.'

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to
count
it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

The little boy said: Thank you God for giving me enough money'.

Then he looked at me and added:
'I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough
money
to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me'.

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy,
but
I didnt dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
doll and the white rose.'

'You know, my mommy loves white roses'

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I
started. I
couldnt get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which
mentioned a
drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and
a
little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to
come
out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the
newspaper
that the young lady had passed away.

I couldnt stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I
went to
the mortuary where the body of the young woman was for people to see
and
make a last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand
with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed
forever.

The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still,
to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunken driver had taken all this
away
from him.

[hyrei]

kasagaran nako namabasahan ba mamatay jud sa disgrasya...... but cool japon cya nyv ka ayo...... wow he reallly is a great man.... mayta na ata ana......

[hyrei]

wow..... hmmmmmmmm

[Jacopo]

THE TABLECLOTH

The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry,
to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early
October excited about their opportunities.
When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work.
They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first
service on Christmas Eve.

They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc., and on
December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished.
On December 19 a terrible tempest - a driving rainstorm hit the area and
lasted for two days.

On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he
saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20
feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the
pulpit, beginning about head high.

The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to
do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On the way he
noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for
charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade,
ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a
Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover
up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.


! By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the
opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor
invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.


She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a
ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The
pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the
entire problem area.

Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like
a sheet.. "Pastor," she asked, "where did you get that tablecloth?"
The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner
to see if the initials, EBG were crocheted into it there. They were.
These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35
years before, in Austria.

The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just
gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and
her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she
was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week.
She was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home
again.

The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep
it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, that was
the least he could do.. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and
was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.

What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost
full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the
pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they
would return.

One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood, continued
to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered
why he wasn't leaving.

The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it
was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived
in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much
alike.

He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for
her safety, and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and
put in a prison.. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years
in between.

The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride.
They drove to Staten Island an! d to the same house where the pastor had
taken the woman three days earlier.

He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman's
apartment knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he
could ever imagine.

True Story - submitted by Pastor Rob Reid

[ares623]

http://www.andrewsmcmeel.com/godsdebris/

hello all. someone at another forum posted this and i thought it will be interesting to post it here too. it's a free eBook and it is legally distributed. i havent started reading it yet when i'm typing this so i really don't know what it's about.

Imagine that you meet a very old man who—you eventually realize—knows literally everything. Imagine that he explains for you the great mysteries of life—quantum physics, evolution, God, gravity, light, psychic phenomenon, and probability—in a way so simple, so novel, and so compelling that it all fits together and makes perfect sense. What does it feel like to suddenly understand everything? God's Debris isn’t the final answer to the Big Questions. But it might be the most compelling vision of reality you will ever read. The thought experiment is this: Try to figure out what’s wrong with the old man’s explanation of reality. Share the book with your smart friends then discuss it later while enjoying a beverage.

[aquila]

Hey thanks for the link man! That was a cool read. :mrgreen: I was scared for a moment that I might go literally crazy with the ideas it presented but eventually I got hold of my wits. I guess I increased the probability of me not going haywire through my preferred delusion called the rosary beads.

Dude, that was hardcore but I must admit it was fun. Liked it a lot.

[ares623]

hehe. i haven't finished reading it yet but yeah, it is crazy. makes you wonder a lot.

[tolstoi]

u leaned over and kissed me..
i got cough and colds

[tolstoi]

so everything in the universe is God's bits and pieces..lolz

nice read..i come to think at one point that the old man was an Atheist, it's just that his concept of God is totally different..not the omnipotent being that most of us believed..i admit that there's a logic on the old man's every argument, but grasping his concept of God is quite bizaar and unbelievable...