Kindness Pays

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door

to door to pay his way through school, 

found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. 

However, he lost his nerve when 

a lovely young woman opened the door.
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. 

She thought he looked hungry so brought
him a large glass of milk. 

He drank it slowly, and then asked, 

"How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything," she replied 

"Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." 

He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt;
stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. 

He had been ready to give up and quit.

 

Years later that young woman became critically ill.
The local doctors were baffled. 

They finally sent her to the big city,
where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. 

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. 

When he heard the name of the town she came from, 

a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the
hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor's gown he we nt in to see her.
He recognized her at once. 

He went back to the consultation room
determined to do his best to save her life. 

From that day he gave special attention to the case.

 

After a long struggle, the battle was won. 

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the 

final bill to him for approval. 

He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge 

and the bill was sent to her room.
 

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would
take the rest of her life to pay for it all. 

Finally, she looked, and something caught ;
her attention on the side as She read these words.....

"Paid in full with one glass of milk." 

(Signed) Dr.Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: 

"Thank You, GOD, that Your love has spread abroad 

through human hearts and hands."

NOW YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES.
You can share this page on and spread a positive message 

or ignore i t and pretend it never touched you.

"Steak & Roses"

Someone sent this to me in my e-mail and would like to share this to everyone

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 7 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

He often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands.

 He knew I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since he had passed on.

Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.  

Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how he had loved his steak.

Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blonde, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large package of T-bones, dropped them in her basket.. hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."

I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes.

"My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together."

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.

I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A Quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream. If nothing else, I
could always fix myself an ice cream cone.

I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine.

 

 

As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes. "These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision. 

 

I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly the answer seemed   so clear. I wasn't alone.

Oh, you haven't forgotten me, have you? I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

Every day be thankful for what you have and who you are.
(Please read all of this, it is really nice)

This is a simple request. If you appreciate life, send this to your friends, including the person that sent it to you.

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings. Thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible. Thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising. Thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned, tempers are short, and my children are so loud.

Thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the picture in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced.

Thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous. Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest.

Thank you, Lord, for life.

Pass this on to the friends you know. It might help a bit to make this world a better place to live, right? A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone to treasure.

For friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes the world we live in a better and happier place.

YOU ARE MY FRIEND!

God bless you and yours.

Saint Therese" Prayer

I received this in my E-mail and i just want to share it with all of you. God Bless!

Theresa's Prayer

 

REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the poem. 

That's all you have to do.

There is nothing attached. 

This is a powerful novena. 

Just share this to four people and let me know what happens on the fourth day.
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. 

There is no cost but a lot of reward.

(Did you make a wish?) 

If you don't make a wish, it won't come true.

Last Chance to Make a Wish.

 

May today there be peace within.

May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be....

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you....

May you be content knowing you are a child of God....

Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of you....

 

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Dancing With God

Dancing With God

When I meditated on the word Guidance,
I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word.

I remember reading that doing God's will
is a lot like dancing.  When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.  The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.  When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music.  One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one direction or another.  It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.

The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other.

My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.
When I saw "G", I thought of God,
followed by "u" and "i".
"God", "u" and "i" dance.
God, you and I dance.

As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life.  Once again, I became willing to let God lead.

My prayer for you today is that God's blessings and mercies be upon you on this day and every day.  May you abide in God as God abides in you.  Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life.

This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached.  If God has done anything for you in your life, please share this message with someone else, for prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive.  There is no cost but a lot of rewards;
so let's continue to pray for one another.

And I Hope You Dance!
 

Author Unknown

Hello, God. . .Please answer my call

Hello, God. . .

Hello, God. I called tonight To talk a little while... I need a friend who'll listen To my anxiety and trial. You see, I can't quite make it Through a day just on my own. I need your love to guide me, So I'll never feel alone. I want to ask you please to keep My family safe and sound. Come and fill their lives with confidence For whatever fate they're bound. Give me faith, Dear God, to face Each hour throughout the day, And not to worry over things I can't change in any way. I thank you, God, for being home And listening to my call; For giving me such good advice When I stumble and fall. Your number, God, is the only one That answers every time. I never get a busy signal, Never had to pay a dime. So thank-you, God, for listening To my troubles and my sorrow. Good-night, God.  I love You, too. And I'll call again tomorrow! ~ Author Unknown ~