What a story

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'


The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'


Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'


The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'


Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.


The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else.. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ' Mom , I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom .' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

'Dear Mom ,

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom , even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.


Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom , no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.


Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone... I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

boys and their toys

i found some things while clearing up my stuffs so decided to take some pis with it.. and yes i was very bored

A Jap visit

yesterday some japanese from Kobe came to my place to do some visiting.. It was nice..

from top left: Taku,Miho,Matsumi,my sis,me and Haruki

byebye

Time to clean up

Wash Day...........

Monday WashDay

Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and Vanity, so I may serve you with perfect humility Through the week ahead.

Tuesday Ironing Day

Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles Of prejudice I have collected through the years So that I may see the beauty in others.

Wednesday Mending Day

O God, help me mend my ways so I will not Set a bad example for others.

Thursday Cleaning Day

Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart.

Friday Shopping Day

O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase eternal happiness for myself and all others In need of love.

Saturday Cooking Day

Help me, my Saviour, to brew a big kettle of brotherly Love and serve it with clean, sweet bread of human kindness.

Sunday The Lord's Day

O God, I have prepared my house for you. Please Come into my heart so I may spend the day and the Rest of my life in your presence.

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If this message has inspired you in any way or You feel that it can brighten someone else's day, please forward it.

'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you Meet is fighting some kind of battle.'

DARTS

well I was doing blog visiting and I just stumbled on this cool message.. read on



Dart Test..
THIS IS A POWERFUL MESSAGE. PLEASE READ ALL OF IT. I AM PASSING IT ON BECAUSE I AM CERTAINLY NOT ASHAMED TO DO SO.
In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.............

Dart Test...
A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by> her teacher, Dr. Smith . She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons. One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day. On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture. Sally's friend drew a picture of who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved. The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith , because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.

Dr. Smith said only these words....' In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me .' Matthew 25:40. No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ. This is an easy test; you score 100 or zero . It's your choice. If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions. Jesus said, ' If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you, before My Father.' Not ashamed... pass this on. Ashamed .. . delete it.

Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell?

Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. Or is it scary?

Isn't it funny how someone can say ' I believe in God ' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God ).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and! they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord , people think twice about sharing .

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

Will YOU pass this on? ... I just did

finally

well trials is over and it looks i got plenty more of things to brush up.. especially my bio,sej and ADD MATHS .. add maths was a letdown... but I'll do my best .. anyways I found this pics that I havent uploaded yet so yea

and this is only part 1..actually this is den half I'm gonna put up..you'll get me not so soon... anyways enjoy =D

the chicks of 5 Alfa
the Hotties of the skool.. especially the front rite.. =)
get wat I mean when I say hotties?
DO NOT SMOKE ! wat a way to advertise this ... guess whose is it.. (hint:the one smilling the most)
Aima .. hot stuff.. dis is like d peribahasa BAGAI BULAN DIPAGARI BINTANG-BINTANG.. go find the meaning if you dun noe

byebye

nice story

Breakfast at McDonald's

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):


I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.


The last class I had to take was Sociology.


The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.


Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'


The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.


I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So I thought this would be a piece of cake.


Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.


It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.


We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then
even my husband did.


I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside me as I turned to see why they had moved.

As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.


As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'.


His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.


He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.


The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.


I held my tears as I stood there with them.


The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.


He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).


Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.


That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.


I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.


I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.


He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'


I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.'


I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.'


We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.


We are not church goers, but we are believers.


That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.


I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.


I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it.


Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?'


I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.


She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.


In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.


I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:


UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.


Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to


LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.


There is an Angel sent to watch over you.


In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.


An Angel wrote:


Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.


To handle yourself, use your head.


To handle others, use your heart.


God Gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.


Send it back, you'll see why !


A Box of gold


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With a secret inside


that has never been told


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This box is priceless


but as I see


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The treasure inside is


precious to me


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Today I share this


treasure with thee