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wow i didnt visit my blog for about 6 months i wish my former classmate and adviser still using this................. but 1st ill post 1 inspiratioonal stories

An Angel Story
Hi
I wanted to share this angel story with you.
I had put a package of the angel sprinkles (the small gold colored foil angels) in my purse after one of the Psychic Fairs. The package was opened and the angels fell out into my purse. When I discovered what had happened, I put the loose angels into my coin purse. (a little change purse - inside my purse.)
On the way home, I was at the store paying for something and change was required. I dug in, got the change, gave it to the sales person. I did not realize that there were also angels stuck in with the money!
Well she said: "Oh angels for me! Thank you! Come back and see me anytime!"
This happened to me several times that day, with almost the same reaction at different places, with different people. So now I keep the angels in there and always dispense them with the change.
This little practice has led to some interesting conversations - for instance, when I did go back to the same store that the lady received the first angels. She told me how much she treasured them and kept them by her bed. She said she gave one to her daughter too.
She then told me about her personal healing experience. She said: "I don't usually tell people this but, I was paralyzed as a child. I could not walk or talk. My grandparents were very devout and my grandfather told me that if I really believed in God and Holy Mother Mary that I would be healed. He said that God was inside me and if my faith was strong enough I would be well.
Well, I believed him, he was my grandfather.
I started praying, I really believed. Within a year I was totally healed!
I am so grateful to God for this healing!"
I then gave her some more angel sprinkles, and again she acted like I had given her a million dollars! She also told me that the first time she saw me that she thought that I was an angel! (blush.....) She said that she could feel the energy and it made her turn around and look at me. I told her that if she felt anything through me - that it was God; I was only the instrument.
What a lovely experience!
I plan on always keeping the little gold angels in my change purse and dispensing them everywhere. When I do, I don't say anything, I just give them with the change.



i wish all my former classmate and adviser will read this

Love

Love
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness.
Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future, and it doesn’t brood over the past. It’s the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and working toward common goals.
If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don’t have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough.

The Wallet; Inspirational Story

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification soI could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and acrumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was thereturn address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. ThenI saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago. It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder bluestationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that thewriter could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, shewrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the nameMichael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope. "Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find theowner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is aphone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?" She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give youthe number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain mystory and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a fewminutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speakwith you." I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by thename of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!" "Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home someyears ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter." She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such abig deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and aletter that was almost 60 years old? Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. " Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her."Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be inthe day room watching television." I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and aguard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the largebuilding. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle inher eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The secondshe saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she tooka deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I everhad with Michael." She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I lovedhim very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was tooyoung. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor." "Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If youshould find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for amoment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she saidsmiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess noone ever matched up to Michael..." I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floorand as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able tohelp you?" I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But Ithink I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to findthe owner of this wallet." I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with redlacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright redlacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls atleast three times." "Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake. "He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein'swallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told herwhat the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayedthat Mr. Goldstein would be up. On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the dayroom. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man." We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!" "This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?" I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled withrelief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket thisafternoon. I want to give you a reward." "No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read theletter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet." The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?" "Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is." He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged. "She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly. The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me whereshe is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. " "Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me." We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkenedand only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room whereHannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over toher. "Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me inthe doorway. "Do you know this man?" She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do youremember me?" She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left withtears streaming down our faces. "See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it willbe." About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home."Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressedup to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and lookedbeautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me theirbest man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you hadto see this couple. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Mga Jokes

- Murder Mystery at MAkati mEdical Center:Der was dis casi in d ICUwr patients always died in d same bed, SUNDAY morning at 11 am,regardless of their medical condition.dis puzzled doctors.No1 cud solve d mystery"y deaths hapen on Sunday @ 11 am?"Mr. Licauco & d ateneo paranormal fols wer calleddey arrived armed w/ specialphotographic equip.,infrared devices and motion sensitive radar 2 detect any presenceso d next sunday morning, few minutes before 11 am,doctors & nurses nervouslywait outside the ward2 c wat d mystery was all about.some we're holding wooden crosses & prayer books2 ward off evil spiritsjst den, d clock stuck 11 & den....................mang joe, part time sunday janitor, entered d ward, unplugged d life support system and plugged in the vacuum cleaner.....

- naranasanko ng sumakay selevatorsumakay swalkalator ateskelatorisa n lng ang di ko nararanasan....ang sumakay sa calculator!!!hirap e!!!... pno b?...
- sbi nila...pag magktbidwtyo....ngmu2khadwakongmgsa2ka..nglit at naasar akosb q,bkt nmn?kc daw....mukha k daw kalbaw!!!pasa mo pr kaw nmn magsa2ka!

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MGA KAKORNIHANG QUOTES

- Girl: I love youBoy: I don't... > the girl was hurtGirl: I was just kidding!!!

- NooNg UnA., Cnabi mo Na " MAHAl TlGa ktA", ANg SaRAp PakInggan, PArANg HeaVen, GuS2 kNg MaTUnAw NuN.. PrO AlAm Mo Kng AnoNg MAsAkIT DuN? CnaBi Mo Sa iBA NaRinIg Ko lanG ......

- wenevera guy/ woman hrts uso badly...dnt say"I Hate You"jz smyl& w8til heask u..."DO u HATE ME?"jz answer"I dont luvu enuf 2 hate u"den walkaway w/ a smyl....

- Mahal kita. Pinakita ko, pinaramdam, sinabi ko pa sayo pero binalewala mo lang. Nilapitan kita at sinumbatan. Sabi ko manhid ka pero bakit ganon? Ako yung nabara nung sinabi mong, “ Kung manhid ako, ano ka pa?”

- If in time you just want to give up and fall, go ahead for I will catch you.But if again you fall, I,ll just tap you on your shoulder and say, “Halika nga dito. Hindi na kita bibitawan.”
Minsan ang sinasabi ng isip, iba sa nilalaman ng puso kaya pati damdamin, nalilito! Hindi malaman kung alin ang dapat sundin. Ang isip na nagsasabi ng dapat? Oang pusong nagmamahal ng tapat?

- May nagtanong sakin kung sino daw ang mahal ko. Tumingin ako sayo, nasa isang sulok ka, nag-iisa at nakangiti. Tinawag kita, "Hoy! Mukha kang tanga diyan! Lapit ka nga dito at ipagmamalaki kita!"

- Noon minahal ka niya. Akala mo forever pero iniwan ka rin niya. Pinipilit mong ibalik ang noon pero hindi mo kaya. Sino ngayun ang manhid? Siya dahil hindi niya maramdamang mahal mo siya?

- Nagseselos ako sa mga taong nagiging malapit sayo. Lalo na at wala ako. Hindi naman sa selfish ako o possessive. Takot lang akong maging masaya ka sa iba at makalimutan mo kung paano kita napasaya.

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