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My boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. 
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
if there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. 
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded 
Them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. 
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. 
No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn 
Or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat had been converted to a truck stop.. 
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. 
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning.
She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. 
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. 
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. 
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be Asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel. 
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I 
Averaged every night.. 
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. 
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home. 
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. 
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station. 
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. 
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. 
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing 
And painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. 
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank , and Jim , and a state trooper named Joe . 
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. 
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.. 
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. 
I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. 
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! 
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. 
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and 
canned vegetables and potatoes. 
There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. 
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the 
most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. 
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.... 

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.' 
3. 'I have something better in mind.'

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. 
You may be going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.

with thank to mi friend maryna who have send this story to mi mail for sharin

 
 
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12/03/2012

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Before we can share with others, we must have something to share. And all of us do have something to give. Not material things, but we can share our peace and our love and our loyalty ღ ✫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ✩✱✿ 

 
 
When people are in emotional pain, they tend to speak and act in ways that sound angry and aggressive. And if you, too, are in emotional pain, you are likely to speak to the other person in ways that he will perceive as angry and aggressive. Each person adds to the emotional pain of the other, and the distress of everyone involved keeps increasing.

When you are calm, it's easier to see the emotional pain of others. That is when you can build up your attribute of compassion. The goal is to have so much compassion that even when you personally are experiencing emotional pain, you are able to be sensitive to the emotional pain of the person with whom you are interacting.

Coming from a place of compassion you will be able to address the thoughts and feelings of the other person in a way that alleviates his distress. Then he is more likely to speak and act more sensibly and reasonably towards you.

(from Rabbi Zelig Pliskin's book: Harmony with Others, p.130, artscroll.com)

 
 
 
 
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A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor. On
seeing him, the dad yelled:
“Why did U take all this time to come? Don’t U know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t U have any sense of responsibility?”

Th…e doctor smiled & said:
“I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital & I came as fast as I could after receiving the call…… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”

“Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would U calm down? If your own son dies now what will U do??” said the father angrily

The doctor smiled again & replied: “I will say what Job said in the Holy Book “From dust we came & to dust we return, blessed be the name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go & intercede for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace”

“Giving advises when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.

The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy,
“Thank goodness!, your son is saved!” And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If U have any question, ask the nurse!!”

“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state” Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was in the burial when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”

Moral-Never judge anyone….. because U never know how their life is & what they’re going through”

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 — metYkcam Anyer en SweetCandy Williams.


 
 
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A group of people lost a large amount of money. There was one person in the group who was still happy, even though the others were miserable over their loss. The others asked him how he could be so happy while they were so sad.

He replied, "I'll give you an analogy. A person once came into a room where a few people were sleeping. The sleepers were dreaming nightmares and cried in their sleep. The person who was awake did not join them in their crying for he realized it was merely a dream. Similarly, I realize this world is like a dream. People upset over worldly matters are as in the midst of a nightmare. I am awake, and cognizant of how illusory worldly suffering really is."

(Pele Yoatz - Tza'ar; Rabbi Pliskin's Gateway to Happiness, p.246)




 
 
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Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn't anyone who doesn't appreciate kindness and compassion~ the Dalai Lama

Kindness and compassion are the ultimate way to become connected with those around and the universe. Through kindness we can make ourselves and others feel better and become more open minded to all around us. Go out and bring kindness and compassion to the world.


 
 
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Today's Kartik Prayer
"O King of brahmanas, when someone offers Him a lamp on the full-moon day of the month of Karttika, Lord Krishna, finding that He does not have sufficient money to repay that gift, gives Himself in exchange for that lamp."

 
 
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‎"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened." 
― Anatole France