My Father is the Best :)

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When I was 4 Yrs Old : My father is THE BEST
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When I was 6 Yrs Old : My father seems to know everyone
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When I was 10 Yrs Old : My father is excellent but he is short tempered
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When I was 12 Yrs Old : My father was nice when I was little
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When I was 14 Yrs Old : My father started being too sensitive
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When I was 16 Yrs Old : My father can't keep up with modern time
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When I was 18 Yrs Old : My father is getting less tolerant as the days pass by
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When I was 20 Yrs Old : It is too hard to forgive my father, how could my Mum stand him all these years
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>When I was 25 Yrs Old : My father seems to be objecting to everything I do
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When I was 30 Yrs Old: It's very difficult to be in agreement with my father, I wonder if my Grandfather was troubled by my father when he was a youth

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When I was 40 Yrs Old: My father brought me up with a lot of discipline, I must do the same
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When I was 45 Yrs Old: I am puzzled, how did my father manage to raise all of us
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When I was 50 Yrs Old : It's rather difficult to control my kids, how much did my father suffer for the sake of upbringing and protecting us
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When I was 55 Yrs Old: My father was far looking and had wide plans for us, he was gentle and outstanding..
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When I became 60 Yrs Old: My father is THE BEST
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Note that it took 56 Yrs to complete the cycle and return to the starting point 'My father is THE BEST '
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Let's be good to our parents before it's too late and pray to God that our own children will treat us even better than the way we treated our parents.

Story Narrated by a Lady .. Love Someone this much..

"I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to givethis doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister..''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told dad dy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving

Touching Love Story

A TOUCHING LOVE STORY…

10th Grade:-


As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called ‘best friend’.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn’t notice me like that,
and I knew it.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said ‘thanks’
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.


11th grade:-


The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how
her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
because she didn’t want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said ‘thanks’
and gave me a kiss
on the cheek..I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.


Senior year:-


One fine day she walked to my locker.
‘My date is sick’ she said,
‘hes not gonna go’ well,
I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that
if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as ‘best friends’.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- ‘I had the best time, thanks!’
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.


Graduation:-


A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body
floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- ‘you’re my best friend,
thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.


Marriage:-


Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn’t see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said ‘you came !’.
She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.


Death:-


Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my ‘best friend’.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
‘I stare at him wishing he was mine,
but he doesn’t notice me like that,
and I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don’t want to be just friends,
I love him but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
………’I wish I did too…’
I thought to my self, and I cried.