Literature: Inspirational Stories, Poems, Etc...

[menchit]

I just wana share some of the stories i collected. Sna magustuhan nyo. I knw, d ito tugma with bidshot. But i want to add this sa thread.

Para medyo ma-iba lang ng konti. Kc, wla na ganu nag gagawa ng new thread.

Wla na tuloy kami mabasa.

Am not saying din n dis will bring life or something but it will, i guess, bring some inspiration.

Salamat!

;D ;D ;D

[menchit]

[shadow=red,left,300]THE CHINAMAN[/shadow]


A wealthy Chinese businessman was now old and wanted to retire. So he called his three sons and told them: "I am not going to divide my business and give it to all three of you. What I want to find out is this: which of you is the best businessman? So, I am going to test the three of you. Whoever wins the test gets the whole business."

So the old man gave each of the sons $10. With that money each one was supposed to buy something which would fill a big empty room. The boy who filled the room most completely would win.

The first boy went out and bought a big leafy tree. He had it cut down and dragged into the room. It filled about half the room.

The second young man went out and bought all the kunai grass which some farmers were cutting off their field. They carried it in and filled most of the room.

The third boy was the smartest. He went to a small trade store and bought a candle for 25cents. In the evening, after dark, he called his dad over to the large empty room. He then put the little candle down on the floor in the middle of the room and lighted it. After a minute or so he turned to his father and said, "Dad, can you see any little corner of this room which is not filled by the light of that tiny candle?"

That boy won the business.


--Herb Trueblood

[menchit]

Since malapit nanaman ang PASKO!!! Ito ang story para sa inyo! Enjoy reading!

[glow=blue,2,300]ABORTION[/glow]

I had an abortion. The horror and pain of the experience prompted me to write this piece to enlighten those who are thinking of doing the same thing. And for those who, like me, have been through an abortion, this piece may yet give some hope. That just like me, it is still possible to find forgiveness, peace, and ulitmately, healing.

I was in college then and very much in love with my boyfriend. In the beginning, we were inseparable. Evry momnt with him became a cherished memory and I was indescribably happy. It was not unlike being high on drugs only more exhilarating. Romance was always in the air.

This constant togetherness led us to take our friends for granted. We stopped seeing them, and soon we were totally isolated from the rest of the world. Now I realize that this probably made small minds and made us lead small lives. Our growth stopped the momnt we cut ourselves from the rest of the world.

Parents who are reading this, be forewarned: If our children have tightly knit relationship with their loved ones, so that even you can't get through them, such relationship are bound get tighter comfort. Our parents had no idea of what was going on because they lived in the province. I was only a matter of time before we started sleeping together.

Then one day, I discovered I was pregnant. This nightmare began.

Shame that was foremost in my mind. I could not htinks of bringing embarrassment upon my parents. My only option was to have the baby aborted or so I believed. In fairness to my boyfriend, although he never proposed marriage, he never suggested an abortion. Maybe it was on his mind, but I cannot say for sure.

On the appointed time and date, we went to Tiaong, Quezon. My boyfriend and I and two other male friends went to an abortionist.

In Tiaong, we followed a narrow path leading to the abortionists house. On the porch were a group of people playing mahjong. When we asked for the abortionist, they casually pointed us to the sala, as if they had done it a million times before. They went on with their game, and I am betting my last centavo, didn't think about it further.

Because the abortionist had run out of stock, she asked somebody to buy something from the drugstore. Since this couldn't be bought without a prescription, I suppose she produced one given by a doctor who was in cahoots with her or she had standing arrangement with the drugstore to get the supply, later on we've learned that she was a former midwife.

I went home that day with blood on my shorts. The abortion took place on a Saturday. I was rushed to the hospital the following Thursday at 2 in the morning. For five hellish days, I was bleeding profusely and was constantly in terrible pain. It was like having PMS, magnified a million times. Or having a root canal without anesthesia.

I can still vividly remember the night I entered the hospital. The doctor on duty told us she would turn me away if the obstetrician said so. Terror gripped me as I immediately realize that other hospitals could also turn me away and I might die before on finally takes me in.

Mercifully, after what seemed eternity i was whelled into the operating room where an obstetrician and an anesthesiologist were myself up, to unburden myself, and just let go of all the pain, resentments, failures and everything else rotten inside me.

December 24th, the last Simbang Gabi, before the mass started, I found myself inside the confessional. The priest who heard my confession was everything I hoped God to be. He was patient, compassionate and genuinely concerned. When I heard the words I absolve you in the name of the Father, Son and the HOly Spirit, I burst into tears. It was as if a dam had been opened. All loneliness were finally released, washed away by the healing power of God.

After fulfilling my penance (which took some time), I lined up for communion for the first time after so many years of aimless wandering. I was a wonderful experience, soething I had never experienced before. I was completely overwhelmed. I cried, Finally, I was whole again.

I can fee the peacefullness of the air together with the Holy Family and Son whom that day we celebrate His birthday. I still thank the Lord for it was not HIS SON that I conceived.


---- A True to Life Story of Jo March-----

[10man]

Thanks for sharing these stories!!!

[leac1215]

;D ;D ;D kaya mhal na mhal kita ate MENCHIT e! psensya nha nawawala ako sa eksena ngayon. dnt wori ninang parin ako sa susunod na baby nyo ;D ;D ;D