I ask that question ALOT!!

Why did I survive cancer, when so many people are dying everyday of it?

Why did I survive a terrible drug addiction, and lived to tell about it?

What is my purpose here on this planet?

You obviously dont want me dead, you've had plenty of opportunities to take me, but you dont do it, you leave me here.

What am I meant to be, or do, thats so important that im still here?????



He showed me TWICE today


I was on my way home from church, on my bicycle as always, and noticed an elderly lady ahead of me, on the sidewalk. Her clothes were very worn, and she had house slippers on, and the were worn completely out.

She was trying to carry a bag, and was dragging it along the sidewalk, because it was obviously, too heavy for her.

I immediately rode up to her, to find out where she was going, and if I could carry her bag for her. I would have just locked my bike to something, and taken it, to wherever she was going.

I called to her,"Honey, that bag looks too heavy for you. I would be more than happy, to carry it for you, wherever you are going".

She spun around, with an angry grin, and shouted at me, "Get away from me you foreigner. Go back to your own country!!". I told her, " Honey I am from this country, and I mean you no harm, im sorry if I startled you, but I would like to help you carry your bag".

She again screamed at me, "Oh yeah, wouldnt that be nice, if it were true? Thats how they fool you! Get away from me girl!!".

Realizing, there was nothing more I could do for her (she obviously had mental problems), I told her, "God loves you and so do I", and she nodded her head, shouting at me, as she walked away.

I rode down a ways to a park, and got off my bike, and got down on my knees, and started to pray. I asked God, to please lighten her load, and put some love into her cold, and wounded, heart. Than I got on my bike, and headed towards home again.







I came up to a VERY BUSY intersection, and right smack dab in the middle of the road, was a black man, obviously VERY HIGH on drugs, who looked homeless, and dirty, and he was holding a towel, in each of his hands. He was attempting to direct traffic, like a person would on a runway, of an airport.

Everyone was screaming at him, and beeping their horns, and I noticed he was wearing earphones. He was listening to music, and couldnt hear any of them, and really didnt care.

I set down my bike, ran into the road, where he was, and motioned to him, that I wanted to tell him something. He took his headphones out of his ears, and said, "What you want?".

I told him I had something for him, and to follow me, and took his hand. He looked at me kinda weird, but he went with me, out of the middle of the road, and onto the sidewalk.

Growing up in the hood, all of my life, I know how to talk the language of street people, and God knew that! I said to him, "Hey my brother, you live here in Roseville?". He nodded yes. So I put my hand up, to give him a "high five", and I said," Oh yeah? Well than your my homeboy!", and we "high fived".

I wasent sure what I was gonna say, I just knew that I had successfully gotton him out of the street, and gained his trust, and confidence.

I sat him down and said, "see this?". And showed him my bible, that was in my bicycle basket. He said, "yeah", I asked him, "you know what this is homeboy?" He smiled, and said, "It looks like a damn bible to me!". We both laughed. I told him, "thats right, and you know what? With this you can pretty much get whatever you want my brother!". He started laughing and said, "now how am I gonna do that, with a bible girlfriend?".

I said to him, "because this is the way to the Jesus, and Jesus is the ONLY WAY to the Lord, and with the Lord beside you, nothing is impossible, my friend". He kinda chuckled at me, and said, "maybe for you baby, but not for me". I asked him why, but he didnt answer. I knew he was talking about, his drug issue. I remembered when I was on drugs, I thought I wasent worthy of God, and that he didnt love me, because I was a drug addict.

I took his hand again, and looked him straight in the eyes, and told him,"you wanna know a little secret of mine?". He nodded. I said, "I used to smoke, a 1/2 16th of meth EVERYDAY, for more than 20 years, bro!". He looked at me surprised, and said, "you, no way, nu-ugh! You dont look like no "tweeker", baby". We both laughed again, and I told him, "I was one of the BIGGEST TWEEKERS you ever saw baby, but this book lead me to Jesus, and Jesus lead me to God, and God took that nasty taste, right out of my mouth, no lie! I been clean now for 4 years babe!".

He high fived me again, and said, "good for you sister", and I said, "no, good for you, because God sent me here today, to tell you hes waiting for you, and he loves you, and all you have to do is open your heart and let him in, and he will save you, from anything terrible in your life!". He said, "Really?". I told him, "ill prove it to you. Go with me to church, next Sunday, and you can be born all over again". I told him, "I go to church every Sunday, and I go at 11:00, which means im passing this corner right here, at about,10:45. But next Sunday, im gonna be here at 10:30, so we can walk to church together. I hate going alone. What do ya say bro?".

He looked kinda unsure, and I didnt want to freak him out, or lose his trust, so I told him, "Im gonna take off babe. YOU stay out of the middle of the road, or some CRAZY, STUPID, FOOL, is gonna hit you. Hey, your my new Roseville homeboy, and I dont have many friends around here, so be cool. And remember, if you want to, meet me here next Sunday, at 10:30". He nodded, and I rode away.




Now im not sure, if hes gonna be there Sunday, or not. But I was able, to get him out of the street, to safety, and gain his trust, as a friend, so he would STAY out of the street, and for the first time for me, share the word of God, with someone who doesnt know him. Its like God was feeding me every word I said. And knew, that I could say it to him, in a way that my brother would understand me, and not get angry, or freaked out, by me.

I wish I could of carried that ladies bag, but I cant save the world. I do my best, to help anyone, that I know needs it, with inspiration,(from beating cancer) love, and hope,(I survived a drug addiction), especially here at Mingle. I owe Mingle my life. But even with all I try to do, I still always feel insignificant, and wonder what my calling is? What my purpose is?

God showed me today.

God Bless you all,
I love you

You're alive because you are what you are and somebody wants you that way.

You are alive because you are unique and a replacement can't be found.

you're alive as an example
of overcoming the odds.

<<< Luv singing away at the top of her lungs >>>


"This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine

This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine

This little light of mine, I’m going to let it shine


Ev’ry day, ev’ry day

Ev’ry day, ev’ry day

Gonna let my little light shine . "




Keep being a Beautiful Light for

Jesus ,Sister !!!!





(((((((((Luv))))))))))))

In the meetings we say we love you and there is nothing that you can do about that.

Roberta, you are a blessing to so many. Me included.

Your ALIVE?
I want a refund on my donations to your funeral





Roberta,,your alive only because your cancer was a test of your strengths to find inside you for Christ to be in your heart.


YOU LIVE NOW,,,,because HE found YOU someone he wants to help Him here

Be YOU and ALIVE!!! Like Morning song has mentioned and showed

I KNOW one thing for dang SURE,,,I"M GLAD YOUR STILL HERE!!!!


YOU,,,have an amazing abilty to attract to you the people who so very much need encouragement and laughter within them,,and those two items come through YOU,,,,so very easily,,to them,,and all who know you...

Awwwwwwwwwe,

thanks for all the kind words

I just wanted to share this story, because to me, it is a testimony, of how God uses us, here on this planet.

Maybe I am meant to do, just what comes naturally to me.

To help,(or at least try to help), where I see and feel, help is needed.

Hi, Im Roberta, and im a people helper.

WOW. That's a really great pair of stories. It's a nice change from the dribble I'm used to reading on this forum.

I hope you do see that guy on your way to church (The one who was attempting to direct traffic) A nice Christmas gift for him would be a bible. One that he could read whenever he wanted!

Also I like your pic! :)

Im praying that he does show up, but who knows.

Maybe it will be my Christmas Miracle!