Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Simple Love
Here's a truly touching story that I read on one of the E-spresso issues about simple love. I was so moved by it, I called Fay and read it to her over the phone.
These true to life stories speak for themselves. Don't let life pass you by. Live, love, and have no regrets.
The Chain of Love
Author unknown
He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help her for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about the money just about helping someone in need, and God knows, there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Bryan added, "...and think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off.
It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were four $100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said: "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered softly, "It's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan."
These true to life stories speak for themselves. Don't let life pass you by. Live, love, and have no regrets.
The Chain of Love
Author unknown
He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help her for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about the money just about helping someone in need, and God knows, there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed, and Bryan added, "...and think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off.
It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.
Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin under which were four $100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said: "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered softly, "It's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan."
Diary of our Lives
It's a little late to be posting this, but it's in remembrance of the 2008 Christmas gift that I gave you, hony--a classy red notebook beginning the diary of our lives. On the first page is written:December 25' 2008
This book is dedicated to us, baby. Through good times and bad, we will write on these pages. Starting from our first night on the 16th's of October, 2008, our lives began, and now over 2 months later, I'm introducing this book for Christmas day.
These beautiful hearts and kiss marks are what you sprinkled around my room for my Christmas present, and this classy notebook is one of my gifts to you. Merry Christmas!
This notebook and the things written within are not only for the present but for the future--words we can read back on in times of struggle and hardship.
I love you!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Happy 6 months Anniversary!!
This is another amazing gift that Fay sent me. I am so extremely touched! I felt like crying when I found a 6 months Anniversary card on my pillow and 50 cards with love words written on them in every pocket of my room. Baby, I was not amazed that you had remembered this very important date that marks half a year since we first met. But I am very deeply touched that you did. Thank you! You are truly amazing, and you never cease to remind me of this fact. I am a lucky man to be loved by you, and indeed I know that there are many others who feel the same. There is no question that I love you and often feel unworthy of you.
On the card was written:
Happy 6 months Anniversary
It takes a special day like this
To just look back & reminisce,
And think of all the things you've shared
Since that first day I knew you cared.
And always there's that bond of love,
There's just no explanation of
And with the storms & trials it grows,
Like flowers do beneath the snows.
In every year that we're together,
Regardless of the kind of weather,
The bond of love grows that much stronger,
Because we've shared it one year longer.
I love you. Yours Always
And on each little card that was in like every pocket of my room literally was written something very special and heart-felt. Some of my favorites are:
I thought I had everything until I met you
You're so beautiful & handsome & sexy. I can't help looking at you.
Life would be much more of a challenge if you weren't by my side.
I can tell that you like romance, baby, and I like it too. I'm so happy that I am in love with someone who can express her love in such brilliant ways. You touch my heart hony. Happy Anniversary! 6 beautiful months have gone by since we first met, and your coming is in 12 days. I am so happy that you'll finally be coming to live with me. It's been difficult living apart. Many of my dreams have come true by meeting you, and this will be yet another. My wish is to make many of yours come true as well. Again, Happy Anniversary! I love you!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I was looking through some of the photo's you sent me, and I was missing you so much. I'm thinking about how lucky I am to have met you and how the Lord put this love in our hearts for each other. This photo has always made me feel special, because the way you're talking to whoever it is you're talking to through the phone is obviously someone you care about a lot--just by looking at the way you're smiling.And to know that the person you were talking to was me.
When difficult times hit us, baby, which they inevitably will. And when we come to points in our lives that we contemplate leaving each other, let's look back at those times that meant so much to us, and to these times right now that make us so thankful that we have each other.
I love you
Definitions
I told you I'd post my thoughts on some of these GREATS sometime, so here they are:
I think a "bible woman" is someone who knows how to treat her husband (or husband-to-be, heehee!), and has all those practical talents that you'd imagine a bible woman to have. Cooking, baking, sewing, and multitasking are things she enjoys doing for her man, family, and yes, others. Baby, I think you're a bible woman, and I'm so proud of you.
A "good father": a firm, loving, RESPONSIBLE, and playful figure to his children; one in whom they can feel secure and protected.
A "good husband" is someone I'd say is reliable and loyal to his wife--one in whom she can depend, admire, and trust.
I think a "bible woman" is someone who knows how to treat her husband (or husband-to-be, heehee!), and has all those practical talents that you'd imagine a bible woman to have. Cooking, baking, sewing, and multitasking are things she enjoys doing for her man, family, and yes, others. Baby, I think you're a bible woman, and I'm so proud of you.
A "good father": a firm, loving, RESPONSIBLE, and playful figure to his children; one in whom they can feel secure and protected.
A "good husband" is someone I'd say is reliable and loyal to his wife--one in whom she can depend, admire, and trust.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I think this was a good photo taken of us in the Saizariya next to Noda home. I remember that I said something about the sea food you were eating, hony. I hope you didn't mind. Hee hee!
Chris and Mercy are two of my good friends. The one on the right is like an ancient friend of mine, since 15 years back.Bump-n-scratch
There are limitless possibilities beyond this veil
Of worlds and dimensions that would certainly pale
In comparison to this world of limited thought
And loss of moral, and dignity mocked
Indeed there is passion, and color, and beauty seen
But in a world where metal and paper reign supreme
The hope of peace and freedom from struggle can often be
Yes... Just a beautiful dream
Through life we learn from bump-n-scratch
For we are not as animals that merely hatch
Though value and depth can be preserved within
Is there one who can refrain from sin?
Of worlds and dimensions that would certainly pale
In comparison to this world of limited thought
And loss of moral, and dignity mocked
Indeed there is passion, and color, and beauty seen
But in a world where metal and paper reign supreme
The hope of peace and freedom from struggle can often be
Yes... Just a beautiful dream
Through life we learn from bump-n-scratch
For we are not as animals that merely hatch
Though value and depth can be preserved within
Is there one who can refrain from sin?
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