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Hello! Thought would start something diffrent to lift our spirit,
since we all are struggling right now.It was 1955 coming from Germany with my Mother and Stepfather, we first came to New York City. We spoke no English. My Aunt had arranged for a German Friend to pick us up from the Boat, and after showing us New York, put us on a Bus to Cinnati, Ohio. At that time no white People would sit in the back of the Bus, that is were only blacks would go. We did not know that, We always liked to sit in the back. My Parents sat in a seat together and I sat next to nice looking black young man. He had the biggest smile on His face. I asked my Mother “why are all those white people looking at us so strange.” The young man just kept on smiling at me and eating something I had never seen before. He handed me some of those crispy things and I really liked them. I ate my first Potato Chip. Later I learned why does white folks looked at us that way. I will never forget the smiling young man, who gave me my first Potato Chip.
Peace and Love Mrs.
Hi Mrs.
Thanks for sharing this experience with us. I'll bet that you can't just eat one.
I remember when I was introduced to the “banana sandwich”. I was in the U.S. Navy and I hitch hiked from Pensacola, Fla. to Birmingham, Ala. with a shipmate who lived there. When we arrived we were tired and very hungry, and so he asked me if I wanted something to eat. Well I am from New Mexico originally, and I have never heard of a banana sandwich, and so, when he came with the banana sandwich, it was a big surprise, but if one is hungry, one will eat anything. These southerners will make sandwiches out of anything that fits between two slices of bread, bananas, potatoes, tomatoes, etc.
God Bless
942767 Banana Sandwiches are gooooood. I never ate a Banana either before I came here, or a Pineapple. Kiwis, never heard of them before then. Banana and Peanut Butter. Can't eat them anymore now, tho since I am a Diabetic. Thank you for your story.
Peace and Love Mrs.:D
Guess what I made my kids for their lunches today? ha! That is too ironic. They love banana/peanut butter sandwiches.
Mandy that is is ironic and funny I laughed.:laugh:
What are you doing up. I am old and cat sleep,but you should be snoozingf Love Irene
Hello again! Something funny happened with our Grandson the other day. Remember my Husband is 70 and I am 69. I have my own Bedroom. So out of the blues He asked:” Grandma and Grandpa are you still sleeping together?” Out of the Mouth of Bab's.:D
Peace and Love Mrs.
I just remember what happened when one of our Son's was a small Boy, He used to Sleepwalk. One night my Husband and I were sitting in the Living Room, were we could see our Kitchen. I seen our Son go by and open the Refrigerator and opened the Sandwich Drawer. I caught Him just in time, He had pulled His pants down and wanted to do His duty there. We laughed so hard. And our Son is still hearing about it every once in a while.
Peace and Love Mrs.
I wish others would give us some funny stories, you know laughter is the best medicine
Peace and Love Mrs.
This is a warning about an upcoming movie for children in December.
> It is called The Golden Compass and it stars Nicole Kidman. I don't
> know if you have heard anything about it or not, but they are going to
> advertise it as a normal children's movie but in the end it is trying
> to teach children that there is no God. It is based off of a trilogy
> of children's books and the author is an atheist. They evidently do
> some strange things in the movie and at the very end a girl and boy
> are supposed to be depicting Adam and Eve and then they kill God.
> They are trying to be very mild about it through the movie until the
> end so a lot of parents won't even know that it is coming so I wanted
> to pass the information on to you before you decide to take your
> children to see this movie. Also, it will be promoting his books so
> you may want to be come familiar with the authors name and the books
> that he writes!
>
> If you want to read more info about it the website is:
> http://snopes. com/politics/ religion/ compass.asp
>
> I know that I was astonished that someone would make a movie like this
> and especially directed towards children!! I just wanted to pass the
> info along to you so you could warn your friends with children as well!Peace and Love Mrs.
Thanks for the warning, Irene.
I can believe that such a movie would be directed at our kids. Just look at what Harry Potter has done? It had helped our children to accept witchcraft as being OK. What is next?In the last days love will indeed grow cold…..
Dad's Story
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.
When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, “Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.” My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the&n bsp;hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I w as filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.
Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, “Daddy hold me” and he reached for me with his little arms.
[TEAR BREAK…smile]
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physic al deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much! Easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
The story is not over (smile)!
Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, “Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you.” At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
“Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me.. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came.”
“The birdies?” my wife asked puzzled.
“Yes,” he replied. “The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.”
“They did?”
“Yes,” he said. “One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you “I got stuck under the door.” A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as “birdies” because they were up in the air like birds that fly.. “What did the birdies look like?” she asked.
Brian answered, “They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Yes,” he answered. “They told me the baby would be all right.”
“The baby?” my wife asked confused.
Brian answered.! “The baby laying on the garage floor.” He went on, “You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.”
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, “Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can.” As she lis tened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.. “Then what happened?” she asked.
“We went on a trip,” he said, “far, far away.” He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
“We flew so fast up in the air They're so pretty Mommy,” he added.
“And there are lots and lots of birdies.” My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the “birdies” had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the “birdies.” He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour.
He taught us that “birdies” were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, “I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.”
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.
Everywhere he went, h e told strangers about the “birdies.” Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
You ha
ve just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some people come into our lives and quickly go…Some people become friends and stay awhile..leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts … and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every moment…this is not a dress rehearsal!
THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL…
YOU MUST PASS THIS ON WITHIN THE HOUR OF RECEIVING HER…IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER…IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW…
Now don't delete this message, because it comes from a very special Angel.
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Peace and Love IreneSis, Irene – my sister lives in AK and she runs an assited living home there. She has been in the room when several of her folks have died. One story she told me was about a spanish women to said she saw doves in the room just before she died…….she was speaking in spanish, of course, and so when my sister got her words translated they said, “Doves, doves…”
Interesting, huh?
Quote (Not3in1 @ Nov. 03 2007,17:24) Sis, Irene – my sister lives in AK and she runs an assited living home there. She has been in the room when several of her folks have died. One story she told me was about a spanish women to said she saw doves in the room just before she died…….she was speaking in spanish, of course, and so when my sister got her words translated they said, “Doves, doves…” Interesting, huh?
Mandy! That is interesting. Fly away with the Birds, nice.Love Irene
IM4Truth and Not3in1 you two have amazing, genuine experiences that you both went through. Angels are there and so is our Heavenly Father.
Hey Chap – how is school?
What have you been up to lately? We would love to hear about what you are studying or anything you may need encouragement with. you are thought of often here at HeavenNet (hope you know this).
Love you, bro!
MandyHi Chap Thank you Chap, but that story is not about our Family. A Friend send it to me and I pasted it here to share. However I do have a Life and Death Story.
I experienced Heavenly Love that I never have and not have since. God showed me how much He loved my friend, that is the only way I can explain it.
My whole room was filled with an incredible Love, shortly when I found out that She died, and I was thinking of Her.
We had many conversation of how it would be like to die, and She would say, I don't like pain, hope I die in my sleep. I asked Her how it was, after she died, and She told me it was not to bad.
I have many spiritual experience in my Lifetime, where those that died, talked to me. I know that is not possible some will say, I however I am not so sure. If I want to belief that I have a special relationship with Jesus which is Spiritual, then I belief that what I experienced is not just in my mind.
So many people that have experienced death and have come back, speak of how they looked down on their Bodies and went through a tunnel etc. Never heard of BIRDIES OR Angels coming to meet us. Well I am sure my time is soon to find out.Peace and Love Mrs.
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