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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

 
PRIORITIES WITH REGARD TO ACTS OF WORSHIP:

Ibn Qayyim said: “…The same applies to the person’s state of mind. When he is in the state of mind that helps him to achieve the purpose for which he was created, then that state of mind is much nobler than any other. And the same applies to actions. Any action which helps him to get closer to the purpose for which he was created is better than any other. Hence prayer and jihaad are among the best of deeds because they bring one closer to that aim, and this is how it should be, because the closer a thing is to the goal the better it is than that which is far away from it. The action which prepares the heart and mind to know Allah and His names and attributes, and to love Him, fear Him and put one’s hopes in Him is better than that which is not like that. If a number of deeds have this quality in common, then the best of them is that which brings one closest to this goal. Hence acts of worship have this goal in common, so they are required for the sake of Allah and sins have in common the fact that they block the heart and prevent it from reaching this goal, so they are forbidden. The effect of acts of worship and sins depends on their degree. This is something to which attention must be paid, which is that a particular deed may be better for one person than another. For example, in the case of a rich man who has acquired much wealth and is reluctant to spend of it, his giving charity is better for him than spending the night in prayer (qiyaam al-layl) and observing naafil fasts by day. In the case of a brave man who can strike fear into the enemy’s heart with his whip, his spending an hour in the ranks and fighting against the enemies of Allah in jihaad is better than Hajj, fasting, giving charity or doing naafil acts of worship. In the case of a scholar who knows the Sunnah, halaal and haraam, and the ways of good and evil, his mixing with the people and teaching and advising them about their religion is better than his withdrawing and spending his time in prayer, reading Qur’an and tasbih." 

[Uddat al-Saabirin, 93]

 
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Veganism Worldwide · 10 mei 


Before & After picture! 
An amazing transformation when a SENTIENT being is treated like an object (before picture), and when she is treated like someONE. 
They demonstrate the transformation that occurs when compassion replaces callousness.

For more Farm Sanctuary Before and Afters, visithttp://www.huffingtonpost.com/gene-baur/farm-sanctuary-new-york_b_1491428.html#s=944910



 
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May you be peaceful, happy and light in body, spirit and mind.
May you be safe and free from any harm.
May you be free from anger, despair and fear.
May you regard yourselfself with understanding, kindness and acceptance.
May you recognise and nourish the seeds of loving kindness within yourself.
May you live peacefully.
May you understand your interdependence with all beings and your power to affect them positively.
May you honour the sacred.
May you be well and happy.
~Prayer of Loving Kindness from the Buddhist tradition.



 
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"Not all of us can do great things. 
But we can do small things with great love."
~Mother Teresa

 
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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✩✱✿