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He was born in room #1946 of the hospital when he was born, and died in room #1947 86 years later.
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Beautiful! |
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The Compassionate Young Boy [Submitted by Emmanuel Aghado] Once upon a time, in a small village in Kenya, there lived a young boy with his step family. Due to the scarcity of water in the village, the young boy awoke early every morning, carried his pot and headed for the stream with the aim of fetching water for himself and his step family. Sadly for him, he alone had this task as a routine every morning and evening to fetch water from a distant stream while his step siblings were given other lenient tasks or even none. Yet, the young boy bore no grudge against his step family, loved them and carried out his task, diligently. On his way back from the stream, he met an old man resting under a tree who begged for water to quench his thirst and he gave the old man. He met an elderly woman who begged for water and he gave the woman. This happens almost every time as he comes back from the stream; meeting people who beg for thirst, yet he gave them despite his step mother's torture on him for fetching half-filled pots that wouldn'��t even be enough for the family. One day, he couldn't bear the torture from his step-mother, so he swore never to give anyone water, but on his way back, he met a strange looking man who begged him for water. The strange man lay by the road side with an injury. The young boy remembered his vow ; never to give anyone water,�� but contemplated for a moment and then gave the strange man some water. When he got home, his step mum noticed the half-filled pots, and again pounced on him; this time with more cruelty. As she was beating this young boy, there was a knock on the door. It was the wounded strange man -�� a mail deliverer. Apparently, he came from the town with a letter for the young boy. A letter containing a scholarship with additional cash gift for the young boy and would have died on the way if not for the boy's help. They say there is love in sharing; they say where there is love there is life. Your daily good deeds are never in vain, since they shall return to you even when you're not expecting it. |
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Your Grace So many strings that tie me down to earth And yet I long to fly to you I need your perfect freedom, Lord And clarity to see O faster, Father, faster Please send your love to me. And all the hurts and heartaches That are sent my way I thank you Lord, for all of these They teach me to let go Of temporary things I cannot hold And O my Father, cleanse me And in the fire mend me And make of me your purity, and whole So long am I in school, Lord Yet you must make me whole,Lord And lead your creature, blind and groping To the light of life I thank you, O my Father Please lead me higher, farther Until at last I look upon your face So many things you teach me, By your grace... [Lightwalker] |
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Note To Self:
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Awesome |
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