Friday, June 17, 2016


                                          12 Short Stories!  

Worth the read....  Puts a lot of things into perspective...... 

1. 
Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I'm working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define success in  her own words, she said, "Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile."
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2. 
Today, I asked my mentor - a very successful business man in his 70's-
 what his top 3 tips are for success. He smiled and said, 
"Read something no one else is reading, think something no one else is thinking, and do something no one else is doing."
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3.   
Today, after my 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me
 at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, "On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center."
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4.  
Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side
 of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, 
he licked the tears off my face.
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5.  
Today at 7AM, I woke up feeling ill, but decided I needed the money, so
 I went into work. At 3PM I got laid off. On my drive home I got a flat tire. When I went into the trunk for the spare, it was flat too. 
A man in a BMW pulled over, gave me a ride, we chatted, and then he offered me a job. I start tomorrow.
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6.  
Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my
 mother's hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. 
She simply said, "I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often."
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7. 
Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small
 hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.
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8. 
Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start
 recycling. I chuckled and asked, "Why?" She replied, "So you can help me save the planet." I chuckled again and asked, "And why do you want to save the planet?"
Because that's where I keep all my stuff," she said.
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9. 
Today, when I witnessed a 27-year-old breast cancer patient 
laughing
 hysterically at her 2-year-old daughter's antics, I suddenly realized that  
I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again.
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10. 
Today, a boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on crutches
 with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me. He helped me all the way across campus to my class and as he was leaving he said,
"I hope you feel better soon."
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11.  
Today, I was feeling down because the results of a biopsy came back
  
malignant. When I got home, I opened an e-mail that said, "Thinking of you  today. If you need me, I'm a phone call away."
It was from a high school friend I hadn't seen in 10 years.
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12. 
Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. 
He
 said he hadn't eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy.  
Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he 
was eating. 
The first thing the man said was, "We can share it.
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The best sermons are lived, not preached.
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I am glad I have you to share these to.
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These are worth passing on...hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016


                                TRUST THE TRUSTWORTHY

                                                                                (1 Peter 5:7)

                     This article is an excerpt from my Father's book, titled "Hi, see you in ,,,  (HEAVEN!)" Since my Father is gone to Heaven, I would like to keep his work alive by sharing it with you and to the rest of the people who would have the chance to read this and hopefully, it would at least give them a lesson or two and thus learn from it.

          Thank you for taking the time to read this. God bless you.


          Time seems to change so fast and the attitude of man also follows the path along the trend. Very often, I hear from the people around some remarks like this: "People now-a-days can no longer be trusted ... or some similar expressions of distrusts.

          Yet, paradoxically, while we shrink our attitudes to the way of trusting people, including even our close friends and relatives, we direct our trusts to certain ideas or activities or the so-called "culture standards." 

          A friend of mine told me a story about his sister,  a widow of 5 children who never trusted anybody in her life, not even her husband when he was still alive. Upon the death of her husband, she received a cash amount of P50,000.00 being a beneficiary of her husband's life insurance policy. 

          For the first few weeks, she was so uneasy for she could not decide on how to keep the money. "She would not listen to anyone of us in the family and she became quite aloft with her closed friends for fear, perhaps of lending then any amount should anyone would attempt to borrow. Finally, she was convinced by someone who invited her to be involved in a marketing venture that projected a multi-million earnings even in less than a year. She was so enthusiastic that she poured out all of her resources, money, time ad efforts to the said venture only to end at total bankruptcy in a matter of few months."I was swindled by that shameless man," was her often sigh of relief. It was not too long thereafter, only about less than two years, my said sister died of the cancer of the brain. She had never recovered from any of her worries until she succumbed to them."

          Jesus is right when he said, "Do not store up riches for yourselves here on earth, where moths and rusts destroy and robbers break in and steal. Instead, store up riches to  yourselves in Heaven, where moths and rusts cannot destroy, and robbers cannot break in and steal. For your heart will always be where your riches are." (Matthew 6:19-21) Are worries also a kind of riches?"

          How about you my friend? Do you also entertain some worries in your  mind? How often? And what are the common causes of your worries?

          By the way, can you recall an instance in your life when you were able to solve your problems or worries by simply keeping worried about them?

        Jesus invites us, the "worriers" of this time, to come to him so they can find :rest." (Read/Reflect: Matthew 11:28.)

          Another close friend of mine once shared his unforgettable experience about when his wife was suddenly brought to a hospital in Manila for an emergency major operation, Two days before, they were supposed to checkout after a 10-day confinement, he learned that their bill would be close to P250,000.00. They had no money and the most he could ably raise from his probable resources, if at all may hardly reach P20,000.00. 

So he went to the Hospital Chapel and prayed, saying among other things: "Father it was not our will that my wife be hospitalized, but she is.You know we have no way of paying the bills, but since you allowed it to happen, I can only trust the payment in your care. I know and I understand that whatever I cannot, You also can, if You will. So, Father, I do not know how You will do it, But, in the Name of Jesus, I trust everything into Your care. So, I thank you Father, our bill is paid."

            In the following hours in the same day, our friends and relatives unexpectedly flooded to visit my wife in the hospital, that was just before a few hours we checked-out we were able to accumulate more than P200,000.00 leaving only an unpaid balance of P40,000.00. We signed a promissory note payable in two weeks.

          Very amazingly, indeed, one of our daughters earned more than P40,000.00 in an outright business transaction only a couple of days after we left the hospital. The said promissory note was paid or redeemed in less than a week's time."

          Jesus always assure us: "For this reason, I tell you when you pray and ask for something, believed that you have received it and you will be given whatever you ask for." (Mark 11:24).

          How true and very trustworthy is St. Peter's assertation. "Humble yourselves, then under God's mighty hand, so that He will lift you up in His good time. Leave all your worries with Him because he cares for you:"    
 ( 1 Peter 5:6-7).

          Somebody gave me a cellphone. I really needed one so much because of so many who needed to get in touch with me on time because of their pressing problems but I could not usually be reached through the landlines in the Office or at my residence. By the Grace of God, a friend of mine bought one for me. Now I could easily be reached anytime as long as there is available cell site in the area where I am.

          One early morning. while in a tricycle, on my back home, I unconsciously laid down the cellphone on the tricycle seat after responding to a call, Reaching our house, I alighted, paid the driver and hurriedly entered our house gate, without picking up the cellphone from where I laid it on. It was only after 5 minutes thereafter when the tricycle was already out of my sight that I recalled what I had forgotten. I attempted to run after the tricycle but to no avail for I did not have the slightest idea where it could be by then.

          Everybody then around me had something to say about the incident: "Oh, that's already gone." The driver is happy." "Maybe he didn't notice." "Somebody else got it." All kinds of comments they gave me. "Who can you trust nowadays about things like that?" ended words of another one.

          Silently, I said to myself, "There still is!" Then I prayed. "Lord, You have given me the cellphone by using a friend to hand it to me, then I lost it through my own negligence. But I trust everything into Your care. If I really need a cellphone, You will give me another one or You will have the same return to me. Thank You, my Lord."

          In less than an hour, the tricycle driver was knocking at our door handing me the cellphone.

          TRUST THE TRUSTWORTHY!... JESUS! I trust Jesus not only because He can do it. After all, I know that in Him nothing is impossible. (Matthew 19:26) I trust Him because I, sincerely believe He will do  it, if it is for my sake. (Read/reflect: Mark 1:40-41 and also Matthew 15:21-28). 

          The Roman officer was  so confident not only by believing that Jesus can but deeply submitted by his trust that the Lord will heal his servant, so he said: "I do not deserve to have You come into my house. Just give me the order and my servant will get well." (Focus on verse 8 of Matthew 8:5-13). Is humility an essential trait of a person giving the trust?

          In the first letter of St. Peter to the scattered Christians throughout the Northern Asia Minor who were then subjected to persistent persecutions and sufferings because of their Christian faith, reminds and encourages us all, to wit: "In the same way, you, younger men must submit yourselves to the older men. AND ALL OF YOU must put on the apron of humility, to serve one another, for the scripture says, "God resist the proud but shows favor to the humble. Humble yourselves, then, under God's mighty hand, so that He will lift you up in His own good time. 
(Chapter 5 Verses 5-6).

          How about you? Do you have trust in Jesus? Does Jesus have trust in you?

          Leave all your worries with him because He cares for you.. ( 1 Peter:5:7).

          Do you have someone else whom you trust?










          











                      

                     

Monday, June 13, 2016


                                 Hi!  See You ... ( in Heaven!)

                                                                          (John 12;26)


          This article is an excerpt from my Father's book, titled "Hi, see you in ,,,  (HEAVEN!)" Since my Father is gone to Heaven, I would like to keep his work alive by sharing it with you and to the rest of the people who would have the chance to read this and hopefully it would at least give them a lesson or two and thus learn from it.

          Thank you for taking the time to read this. God bless you.


         It could also be your personal experience to hear from a parting friend some expressions like these: "See you again," or "see you later." or okay, we'll just meet each other again," or such parting words similar to the title of this little book, you are now reading: "Hi! See you ..."

         These have been my frequent experiences with friends or acquaintances, old and new, as we part from each other. The deeper essence of these parting words never touched my inner senses considering only as a routine course, until an awakening incident occurred in my life some 25 years ago.

          I had a good friend and with whom I used to be associated with in some business pursuits or activities until by force of circumstances he left for United States of America. Since then we had no communication with each other for more than ten years.

         Unaware, and in fact, I failed to recognize him when we incidentally met at the church premises in Malolos, Bulacan, Philippines, immediately after the Church Mass. We then had a very pleasant and lively conversation that lasted for almost an hour. Then, all of  sudden... when his wife touched his hand, he said, "Okay, let's meet each other again!" He turned his back and alighted in the car waiting for him.

         On my way home, I could hardly take away from my mind his parting words: "Okay, let's meet each other again!"

          Every time those words popped into my memory, two other subsequent questions would ensue upon my thoughts: "When?" "Where?" "When are we to meet again?" "Where shall we meet?"

         After about three months thereafter, I happened to meet his wife in a wedding party and so I inquired about my friend, her husband and she said: "Oh, you don't know yet. He left too, right that afternoon when you saw each other in church."

          "Oh! He went back? What about you... you're still here? When are you following?" ... I asked her.

          Then I noticed her tears rolling down, and so I thought, I understood her. It took a little while of silence until, with a crying voice, she murmured" He was taken by God that same afternoon. He never even reached the hospital.

          Okay, till we meet again. When is it going to be? Hoping... in heaven!

          In one of my very recent solitude, I happened to focus my concentration on the Gospel of our Lord written in Matthew 25:13 which says: "watch out, then, because you do not know the day of the hour." (Read also: Mat. 24:44). Again, I recalled the said incident.

       Yes, nobody knows when, where and how the Lord will meet me but I am sure, He will. (Read/reflect: John 14: 1-3).

           It is of my ardent hope and unqualified faith that we will all meet together in the house of our Father in Heaven, hence the title of this little book: "Hi! See you ... (In Heaven!).

           "Do not be worried and upset," Jesus told them. "Believe in God and believe also in me. There are many rooms in my Father's house and I am going to prepare a place for you. I would not tell you this if it were not so. And after I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to myself so that you will be where I am."

          Brothers and sisters, are you prepared in case He comes to pick you up? Are you anxious for His coming?

           "Okay, let's meet again...." {In Heaven) Is that okay with you?

           "Whoever wants to serve me must follow me so that my servant will be with me where I am. And my Father will honor anyone who serves me ... John 12:26.

          What about you? Are you also serving Him? In what way?


                                                                                                                       Bro. Jess Sanchez. O. P.



          
          

          

          

          

          

          









          
          

Friday, June 10, 2016

Respect for the Elderly




In Deuteronomy 5:16, it says; 'Honor your father and your mother, as the LORD your God has commanded you, that your days may be prolonged and that it may go well with you on the land which the LORD your God gives you."
Also in 1 Peter 2:17 it says, "Honor all people, love the brotherhood, fear God, honor the king."
In Proverbs 1:8, it also says, "Hear, my son, your father's instruction And do not forsake your mother's teaching;"
Thus, give respect to our elderly that it may be well with you.


Tuesday, June 7, 2016

                                              

                                                           Where are you Pops and Moms?


I'm just so missing you both terribly Pops and Moms... needing to talk to you... please comfort me... I love you Pops... I love you Moms...

I don't know why I am feeling this way... sad...uncertain but aware and awake. I wanted to see my Moms and my Pops but I know that the only thing I can do right now is to talk to them... right here from where I am.

Where are you Pops and Moms? Can you hear me? I need you right now. Oh, I'm just so alone right now... really needing to see you and perhaps a little longer.

I know. I know. How can I not know? You're gone. You're not here anymore. But I do know that you are here with me right now, at this moment. I can feel your presence, you are both watching me from where you are right now. How I wished I can touch you, hug and kiss you. Oh, I miss you so much... I cannot stand it...

Why did you have to go so soon? You never told me that. I was not prepared for that and I don't think I would ever be. I'm having a difficult time accepting that you were gone... I mean... gone forever...

Sometimes I wonder if you were roaming around here... in my room or where ever I go. I'm sure you do and keeping an eye on me... But why can't you show yourselves to me?

I would not be afraid... I promise. You know I am a strong woman and nothing really scares me and you know that too, right? So, why not show yourself to me?

I can't just live on your memories. They hurt so much. I still could not cope with those sad situations nor can I even think of forgetting them either... oh dear Lord... No Way!

Pops, Moms, I'd like to let you know that I am really, really sorry for the hurt and pain I have caused you especially when I was growing up and being disobedient to you. I am so sorry that I've never got a chance to apologize to both of you when you were still with us. I never knew how hard it must have been for you. but you just kept your patience and still took care and loved me just the same.

You never changed the way you made me feel... so important to you and a very special child. You taught me valuable and immeasurable things that made me who I am today. You were so certain and definitely patient in molding me to become and thus developed a character of honesty, integrity and responsibility... just like both of you.

Oh, where would I be without you? What would I be in the process of my growing up if not for your constant vigilance and tirelessly supporting me in every aspect of my life?

I never knew that life can be that unpredictable... not this way anyway... full of surprises although I love surprises... good ones... great ones... magical ones.

Pops, Moms, I love you so dearly and I miss you so much. Come and visit me sometimes and longer. I'll be waiting for you...

Until then... and please give my love to God. I do love Him too...

Can't wait to talk to you again. Bye for now...










Thursday, June 2, 2016


                                                   
  

                                                       I Love you Pops!


Here I am, back from a long absence of writing. So much has happened and so many new things have emerged.

They were all good... I'd like to accept them all as good for my own highest good and good of mankind. Of course, there were times when you analyzed some things if they were worth my time or money or effort or both or all of them.

I do always remind myself whether near or far, short or long, then and now or the future, this too shall pass... nowhere... now... here...

So is above... so is below...

So is inside... so is outside.

Last August, 2015, I had to come home to the Philippines a.s.a.p. My Dad has been ill and I have to be with him. I wanted so much to really take great care of him. My Mom already passed away ten years ago. I live in Bermuda and it's quite far but it never dawned on me that distance was a barrier. I have to see my Dad and be on his side.

I was so stunned to see him so thin, very frail and lost a lot of weight. I tried to hide my tears as I didn't want him to see me crying and started wondering what had happened to me, He was still very alert and aware, only his physical body was deteriorating so fast. He was so glad to see me. My brothers and sisters also came home to spend some time with him but not for long as they have to go back to Australia where they live and work. 

After they all went back, I was left by myself and my eldest sister and the housekeeper. The three of us stayed in the same house where my Dad was. I was rooming in with my Dad so I can keep an eye on him.

Total nursing care was what he needed for his daily activities. I bathed him twice a day, upon awakening and before going to bed. Thank God he had a very good appetite but even though he could eat that much, he was not really gaining any weight at all. Plus being bedridden was a little discomfort for him.

He was unable to move the way he was doing it before. He had to be turned every so often and he was very obedient. His skin was excellent except for his right ankle which developed a very small sore. Other than that, he had an excellent skin condition much better than most women that I have taken cared of before.

He liked listening to the Catholic radio station, prayed and celebrated mass through the radio. When he took a nap, I would turn on CD for church songs and he did enjoy them especially songs from Dr. Mike Murdock's CD.

He liked listening to my reading of his books. He authored more than thirty books and a lot more teaching pamphlets. He surprised me one afternoon when he read his book at the same time with me while holding the book in my hand and he was lying on his bed.

He read the title and continued on even though he didn't have his eyeglasses on. For me that was very remarkable knowing he couldn't read without his glasses on but was able to do it even with out them and far from him too.

I was really excited to see him progressing and I knew he was getting better. He was getting more talkative and responding very well. He slept most of the time but then again, I expected that and I let him do that so he could get more rest.

One day, after giving him a bed bath, I asked him if he wanted to get up in his wheelchair and go in the living room which he used to do when he was still in a better condition. He wanted to so I asked our housekeeper to help me out and so we put him on his wheelchair and wheeled him to the living room in front of the television so he could at least watch some programs which he used to do before he became bedridden.

He was enjoying staying up and I fed him while he was watching a short program from the television. After about thirty minutes, he asked to go back to his bed which we did do. Then, he fell asleep after.

For three months, that was his normal activities. From time to time he would have some visitors coming to see him. Some where families, relatives, friends, neighbors and mostly the members of his church ministry called GOA which stands for Gospel Outreach Alive. GOA is a National Catholic movement to spread the Gospel of the Lord and it is an organization of prayer groups, intercessory prayers and vigils, counseling and healing services, retreats and seminars and Lovers' Encounter sessions.

Since he took sick, he could not attend to any of these activities and he already had appointed somebody to take over the ministry.

One night while I was feeding him he was not taking in the food that well. Then he stopped responding and looked pale and ashy color. So we rushed him to the emergency room at the hospital. It was a good thing the hospital is just a stone throw away from our home.

He developed pneumonia at that time so he had to stay at the hospital My Dad, though he worked at the same hospital when he was younger, never been admitted to it nor any other hospital and never took any medications He refused to even see a doctor even more so taking medications.

After one week,, he had to be transferred to the ICU. That was the worst thing they have ever done. We could not see nor visit him as it was restricted. Sometimes, the staff would allow us to see him but sometimes not, even though we were already there at the door. Not even a chance to see him at all. That was why I knew he deteriorated faster that he should be.

Then he was neglected that he developed bed sores, blisters and wounds all over his body from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. The worst part was that his small sore on his right ankle went so bad that it almost took the whole right foot off. Ir went so gangrenous that I almost shouted with anger and feeling of sadness for my Dad.

Oh! I don't even want to remember it but I just have to write this down and describe how bad his condition was when he was at the ICU. He was a total wreck and one has to see him and his total condition to believe what I am describing here.

He spent one week at the ICU with all the tubes attached to him and then he was transferred to the ward and spent a week there too. He was in such a terrible condition much worst than before. It was the worst thing that ever happened to my Dad.  I did not want to criticize, complain nor condemn anybody but I just could not accept the fact that he was treated so bad for him to experience neglect.

After a week he became so weak and just unable to respond with ease. On Monday, November 16, 2015, I gave him a full bath while he was in bed and shampooed his hair as well. Then, I did his dressings all over his body. All the bony parts of his body had sores on them.

I could not imagine how my Dad was feeling at that time. He was not complaining at all even though I knew he was in too much pain. He was just lying there and absorbing everything. When I was finished with his dressings, we prayed together, sang him with church songs after praying and stayed there for awhile until my reliever came. 

He was still up at that time. Then I said goodbye to him and told him I would be back the next morning. He looked at me and said yes. And then I said, "I love you Pops!" Then I kissed him. And he said, "I love you too." Then I left that night and went home.

The next day, early morning, we were called to come to the hospital right away so my eldest sister and I went. My Dad is deteriorating fast and by this time the NGT was spewing blood through it so they have to stop feeding him through it. That means he hadn't had anything to take since I left the night before as he actually regurgitated everything that was given to him that night.

He looked so helpless and very weak and pale. His blood pressure was getting lower though he didn't have any fever at all and his oxygen level was getting lower as well.

The doctors and the nurses were monitoring his condition and the vital signs were fluctuating. More and more people came and his room was getting fuller and fuller, mostly with the GOA members.

By this time my Dad was unresponsive though he was still breathing and I knew he could still hear everything and very aware of what was going on in his room though he was not responding.

His condition was just not getting any better. Still his vital signs were being monitored closely. It was so hard emotionally for everybody and I knew it was more so with my Dad. The whole day was just a complete fear and apprehension not knowing what was going to happen.

For the meantime. more and more people came till no more place in the room for anybody to come in so that others would just leave and make room for others when they came. Everybody was praying and singing church hymns and the songs my Pops wrote. He also wrote a lot of songs.

The whole night was pretty much the same until the next day. My sisters and I went home that night and left my other sister and other members of GOA staying with my Dad at the hospital.

The next morning, my eldest sister and I rushed back again to the hospital. The room was loaded with people and everybody was crying. I approached my Dad and told him that I was there with him and kissed him and said again, " I love you Pops." He did not respond. I didn't know if he heard me but I knew and I felt it that he did.

The doctor came in, ran the ECG and without saying a word gave me the paper result. When I looked at it, I already knew the result. So I just busted out crying so loud and called him over and over. Thus everybody cried even more.

My Pops was gone. This was November 18th, 2015 at 9:30 AM.

I felt like my whole life was gone too. I still could not believe that he was gone. I knew he was happy to go and be with the Lord and with my Mom. I also knew that they were both very happy now being with each other.

It was a long and emotional awakening for me. I still could not accept the fact that my Dad was gone. I just could not make myself to believe that.

It's too hurting even while I'm writing this now. I'm having a difficult time finishing this as I have been thinking about my Dad and how he had suffered a lot because of his illness that could have been prevented.

Maybe... maybe not... The Good Lord knows and I do know He sympathized with me and understood how I was feeling then and how I am feeling now.

If not for Him, I do not know what I am going to do right now. It was too much for me to really accept and adjust to the fact that my Dad was gone... but he was.

I really thank God for holding me up and guiding me and be with me in every way. He is such an awesome and understanding God. He is so merciful and know that He loves us all no matter what or who we are.

My beloved Pops, I love you! I just wished we spent more time together... I know you are watching me now and guarding me.

Thank you ever so much for everything... everything you have been to me and to us... everything you have done for me and for us... and everything you have given me and us... for me and for us...

I love you more and more Pops. Good bye for now Pops... till I see you in heaven...













Tuesday, May 24, 2016







    1. News Feed

      Oh the pain of being a loving and caring mother... unbearable...


      This mother only had one eye... The kids made fun of her each time they entered the lunchroom, not knowing it was the young man's mother... so one day she got off early and decided to stop by his classroom to inform him she was leaving early and she would be back to pick him up... the kids started laughing and teasing him about his mom one eye...
      The young man felted embarrassed and told his mother to leave him and don't ever come back... when he got home still angry he told her, "he wish she was dead...
      A few years later the young man graduated high school and college... he got a good paying job and soon got married and had kids... his mother learned about his wife and kids she decided to go for a visit... one child answered the door and the others began to laugh and make fun not knowing it was their grandmother because the young man was too embarrassed to introduce her to his family...
      The young man rush to the door shouting telling her to leave his home immediately scaring his kids with her one eye self, as if she were a stranger... "she replied softly,,, "I'm sorry wrong address"...
      He looked at her how she had aged and the tears rapidly running down her face and he just rushfuly closed his door...
      He could not stop thinking about that day and the way she appeared to him... he decided to tell his wife he was going back home to attend his class reunion... the young man still didn't tell his wife about his mother...but he only wanted to see his mother again to say "He was sorry for everything and that he loved her and wanted her too come home with him""
      When he arrived, to his mother old shack where she lived alone he knocked and
      there was no answer... but then a neighbor approached him and gave him a letter with similar words.. she said.."she loves him... she was sorry for embarrassing him and she only came to the house to tell him how she loss her eye...
      IN THE LETTER READ...
      SON, YOU WAS IN A REAL BAD ACCIDENT AND LOSS YOUR EYE...
      I DIDNT WANT PEOPLE LAUGHING AND MAKING FUN OF YOU... SO I GAVE YOU MINE...
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