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Philip's Egg

 

Philip was born with Downs Syndrome. He was a pleasant child . . .happy it seemed . . . but increasingly aware of the difference between himself and other children. Philip went to Sunday school faithfully every week. He was in the third grade class with nine other eight-year olds. 

You know eight-year olds. And Philip, with his differences, was not readily accepted. But his teacher was sensitive to Philip and he helped this group of eight-year olds to love each other as best they could, under the circumstances. They learned, they laughed, and they played together. And they really cared about one another, even though eight-year olds don't say they care about one another out loud. 

But don't forget. There was an exception to all this. Philip was not really a part of the group. Philip did not choose, nor did he want to be different. He just was. And that was the way things were. 

His teacher had a marvelous idea for his class the Sunday after Easter. You know those things that pantyhose come in . . . the containers that look like great big eggs? The teacher collected ten of them. The children loved it when he brought them into the room and gave one to each child. 

It was a beautiful spring day, and the assignment was for each child to go outside, find the symbol for new life, put it into the egg, and bring it back to the classroom They would then open and share their new life symbols and surprises, one by one. 

It was glorious. It was confusing. It was wild. They ran all around the church grounds, gathering their symbols, and returned to the classroom. 

They put all the eggs on a table, and then the teacher began to open them. All the children gathered around the table. He opened one and there was a flower, and they ooh-ed and aah-ed. He opened another and there was a little butterfly.

"Beautiful!" the girls all said, since it is hard for eight-year old boys to say 'beautiful.' He opened another and there was a rock. And as third-graders will, some laughed, and some said, "That's crazy! How's a rock supposed to be like new life?" But the smart little boy who'd put it in there spoke up: "That's mine. And I knew all of you would get flowers and buds and leaves and butterflies and stuff like that. So I got a rock because I wanted to be different. And for me, that's new life." They all laughed. 

The teacher said something about the wisdom of eight-year olds and opened the next one. There was nothing inside. The children, as eight-year olds will, said, "That's not fair. That's stupid! Somebody didn't do it right." 

Then the teacher felt a tug on his shirt, and he looked down. "It's mine, Philip said. It's mine." 

And the children said, "You don't ever do things right, Philip. There's nothing there!" 

"I did so do it right!" Philip said. "I did do it right. The tomb is empty!" 

There was silence, a very full silence. And for you people who don't believe in miracles, I want to tell you that one happened that day. From that time on, it was different. Philip suddenly became a part of that group of eight-year old children. They took him in. He was set free from the tomb of his differences. 

Philip died last summer. His family had known since the time he was born that he wouldn't live out a full life span. Many other things were wrong with his little body. And so, late last July, with an infection that most normal children could have quickly shrugged off, Philip died. 

At his memorial service, nine eight-year old children marched up to the altar, not with flowers to cover over the stark reality of death . . . but nine eight-year olds, along with their Sunday School teacher, marched right up to that altar, and laid on it an empty egg . . . an empty, old, discarded pantyhose egg. 

And the tomb is empty! 

 

Tags: Resurrection Tomb Jesus Life Love

THEY NEARLY

MISSED

THEIR FLIGHT !



The husband and his wife were arguing on
their way to the Airport that cold January
morning.


It was now Nine-Forty Five and they were
already a half an hour late because his wife
hadn't finished packing the night before.


They had PURCHASED two round-trip tickets
to fly from their home all the way to Germany.
Their flight was scheduled to leave in less than
an hour! It was going to take a MIRACLE for
them not to miss their flight.


They felt they had both SACRIFICED so much
in order to afford such a vacation as this. They
felt they had each SUFFERED in order to have
saved so much money over the last two years.
This vacation was to be their first together
since they'd gotten married, five years ago.


They both felt they deserved this vacation, for
they'd had to ENDURE long hours at work,
at each of their jobs. There hadn't been much
time for recreation or for sitting around on
weekends and just relaxing. There had never
been a Bible in their home and neither of the
two had ever even mentioned God or spoken
about Him.


They had never been to church together.
They'd put all of their FAITH in the status
of their jobs and how much money each of
them made. This carefully planned trip was
to UPLIFT and CLEANSE them from all
of the stress they'd been experiencing.
Stress caused from working too many hours
and stress from worrying all the time about
what they wanted to buy but still couldn't
afford.

Constant worry about what each of them
thought they wanted and needed in their lives
to bring them happiness.


They finally arrived at the Airport, and were
lucky in finding an empty parking space. They
practically ran to their Boarding Gate to get
boarding passes. But they were too late. Their
plane had already taken off. Their hearts sank.


It was now Ten Forty-Five and they slowly
walked back through the Airport, out into
the parking lot, and back to where their car
was parked. They were crushed! Both felt
EMPTY and LOST. Both were full of
self-pity. They both dreaded the long drive
back home. In the car there was complete
silence between them. But each knew what the
other was thinking.

- What had they ever done to deserve such a
bad break?


Hadn't they both PAID THE PRICE
and worked many long and hard hours for
this vacation? It just wasn't fair. The husband
turned on the car radio. There was a Preacher
on the radio station and he was talking
about JESUS.


They were still a good thirty miles from home
when the husband noticed the church. It was
really hard to miss, because it looked as if it
had just been freshly painted - a WHITE AS
SNOW color. Outside the church were rows
and rows of colorful flowers. Flowers of many
different colors. Some were WHITE and
others were as RED AS BLOOD.


They both commented aloud that this was
a rather odd location for a church, it being
so close to the Airport. But what was really
hard to miss was the very large and tall
Church Bill-Board which was standing right
next to the parking lot of this church. It had
a message painted on it, in large bold letters.


The husband pulled the car over in front
of the church and they both began reading
the Billboard sign. It would be true to say,
it had definitely gotten their attention.

"FREE AIR TRAVEL."


It seemed almost ironic, as they had
just missed their flight at the Airport.
The husband and his wife sat in their car
and began to read the BillBoard sign.

This is what the church BillBoard Sign said::::::



JOIN US THIS SUNDAY !


FIND OUT ABOUT YOUR FREE AIR TRAVEL !


TIRED OF MISSING FLIGHTS ?


THIS ONE'S OFFERED FREELY !


NO LUGGAGE NEEDED !


NO BOARDING PASSES NEEDED !


GUARANTEED SAFE ARRIVAL !


YOU CAN COME JUST AS YOU ARE !


YOU PAY NOTHING !


PRICE HAS ALREADY BEEN PAID !


PAID WITH: JESUS'S SHED BLOOD


PAID BY: JESUS CHRIST !


INCLUDED IN PRICE: PAYMENT FOR YOUR SINS !


WHERE? AT CALVARY ON A CROSS !


WHY? BECAUSE GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD



After reading the last line of the message,
the husband and his wife sat in the front seat
of their car, speechless. They just sat there
looking at each other. Well, they certainly
had no reason to hurry home now, since they'd
already missed their flight. They decided to
go inside the church because they wanted
to find out what this was all about!


The man told his wife that they'd only be
staying for a few minutes.


They walked into the church and chose to sit
on the very last row. They certainly didn't
want to draw any attention to themselves.


It was now Eleven Fifteen. The husband and
his wife sat and listened as the Pastor of the
church talked about Jesus. He read from God's
Holy Word, the Bible, about how Jesus was
the one who had SUFFERED for our sins.
About how Jesus was the one who had PAID
THE PRICE, so that all mankind could be
SAVED.

He spoke of how JESUS was the one who
had done all of the SACRIFICING and had
ENDURED hours of agony while nailed
upon a cross.


The Pastor read from the Bible how
JESUS was the one who PAID for all our sins.
He spoke of how JESUS was the one in whom
we should put ALL of our FAITH. He spoke
of the many MIRACLES that JESUS had
performed.


The husband didn't want to look at his wife
who was sitting next to him. He was ashamed.
Ashamed of everything- his life, his greed, of
everything he'd placed his FAITH in......which
had been EVERYONE and EVERYTHING....
except JESUS CHRIST. He had more than just a
few tears in his eyes now. He was sobbing.

SOBBING his heart out right there as he
sat in the last row in that church. But he
didn't care anymore if anyone saw him.
He didn't even care if his wife might be
embarraced for him.


He looked over at her. She didn't seem
embarraced at all. She wasn't staring at
him or nudging him to stop. For she was
crying too, and she looking at him...looking
at him in a way that she had never looked
at him before.

As if she too now realized what had been
missing in her life. WHO had been missing
in her life. They both knew now, for God's
Holy Spirit had touched their hearts. The
husband took hold of his wife's hand and
together they walked down that church aisle
and straight up to the altar.


It was now Eleven Forty Five. Together,
they got down on their knees, -right there in
front of the whole church, in front of God.
They both now knew that they were LOST.


They CONFESSED to JESUS, for the
first time in their lives, that they were lost
sinners. They invited JESUS to come and
live in their hearts. They asked
FORGIVENESS for all of their SINS.
They believed that Jesus had died for them
and was buried and resurrected three
days later. They asked JESUS to Save them
and to take control of their lives. They
asked JESUS to be the PILOT of
their lives, forever.


It was now Ten Forty-Five, and Five years
later. The same man, sitting NOT on the
LAST row in the church, but standing in
FRONT of the church. He was standing
behind the Pulpit about to begin his sermon,
for the Lord had called him to become a
Preacher.

He looked over at his wife who was sitting
on the front row, and he smiled at her. He'd
been looking forward to this Sunday at
church because it was going to be
"Testimony Day".


He already knew what his Testimony
would be about. It would be about the day
that he and his wife had driven to the
Airport to catch a flight. But they had missed
that flight. Not a day goes by that he and
his wife aren't thankful for missing that
flight! For just by the Grace of God, he and
his wife could look forward together, of
one day meeting with the Lord in the sky. He
knew the TRUTH in his heart.....

The last flight he and his wife would
be taking would be one flight he KNEW
they would NOT be missing.

Tags: JESUS SALVATION LOVE AWAKENING

All Around Us

While driving home I felt a pain across my chest and numbness down my left arm. At first I thought it was from working so many hours that week, I’d just finished my second double shift in a row. When I got home the pain got worse. I just wanted to get some sleep and not spend hours awake in the hospital E.R. to be told- “All I need is rest.”

Finally I told my husband about the pain and he made me go. I took a pillow and laid down in the back seat while he drove me there. By this time I couldn’t move my left arm. They run an EKG and there must of been a dozen people check to make sure the wires were right and the settings OK.They called a heart specialist down to look at me and he referred me to another Cardiologist and more tests.

I told my husband to go ahead and pick our child up from pre- school, I was in the best place I could be and not to worry about leaving me for a little while to pick her up. We got our little girl a Bible story book last year and each night I have to read to her from that book before she will go to bed. She knows them all by heart.

They did a heart cath and rushed me right in to the O.R. It seems I had a blockage that couldn’t wait. The O.R. is kept very cool and the hands of all the nurses were like ice as they got me ready.The drugs were starting to work and I was half out of it. I knew a few of the nurses since I also was a nurse working there in the hospital, but on a different unit.

My head was turned the other way when I felt a warm hand take hold of mine. I turned to see who had such warm hands. The operating mask covered their face and all I could see was the eyes,but you could tell it was a man. He cupped my hand in both of his and said; “Don’t worry- your one of us and you will be taken good care of.”

My husband returned and was lead to the waiting room outside of the O.R. He was told all the risks factors and what chances I had, the odds were 60/40 and not in my favor. They said it may take 2 or 3 hours to do the surgery. The Dr. will come out and let you know more after the surgery is completed. Our child waited there also.

Hours later a man came out of the O.R. doors and told my husband that everything went well and I would make a full recovery. He said; “She is one of us.” Then he hugged my husband and turned to our daughter & placed his right hand on her head and said; “Bless you.”

My dear husband thought it odd, but nothing more at the time because he thought, that maybe the Dr. knew me since I worked there. Until the Dr. that done the surgery came out about thirty minutes later and told my husband things looked promising. My husband said; Yes I know, healready told us the good news. She said; I’m her Dr. what “He” told you this?

My husband said; I thought he was her Dr? She said; Your wife was the only patient in surgery and there are no men working this shift in the O.R. right now and I just now finished with her surgery, thirty minutes ago we didn’t know if things were going to be OK or not.

Security was called and attempts to find this man came up empty handed. No one remembered seeing this man any where around the O.R or the waiting area. But we will never forget seeing him or the words he spoke. Our daughter tells this story the best, about the Angel that- “Healed Mommy- Hugged Daddy- and Blessed me!”

There are angels all around us and we do see them, but we are just too busy to notice them.

Tags: God Jesus HolySpirit Angels

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted an old friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. 

Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.

In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit.  Keep playing." 

Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obbligato.  

Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. 

The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn't recall what else the great master played, only the classic, "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

Perhaps that's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy.

We try our best, but the results aren't always graceful flowing music. However, with the hand of the Master, our life's work can truly be beautiful. 

The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully.  You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit." "Keep playing." 

May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.  Remember, God doesn't seem to call the equipped, rather, He equips the 'called.'  Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire. So touch someone by passing this little message along.

Tags: God Jesus Holy Spirit Love Strength

Christmas 1960
 
 
 
     
 
        In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
 
        Their father was gone.
 
        The 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 maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.

Just Checking In

A minister passing through his church
in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"

The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, said
"Thanks." He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS
CHECKING IN TODAY."

If this blesses you, pass it on...
Many people will walk in and out of
your life, but only true friends will
leave footprints in your heart.

May God hold you in the palm of
His hand and Angels watch over you.


But for those of us who are already His, He
not only holds us in the palm of
His hand, but has engraved our names there, and we
are continually in His sight (Isaiah 49:16)

 Yes, I do love God. He is my source of
existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and everyday.
Without Him, I will be nothing.
Without him, I am nothing but with Him "I can do all
things through Christ that strengthens me." Phil 4:13
 
Hallelujah!!!

Jenny

 Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life it was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with
such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be.     

On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.

Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies, but what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, but the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Dan was half drunk by this time. But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoked and Dan took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Dan was ready to ride to the point but only after he'd smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last, And Dan started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football.) "Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb." With all of her might, she pushed Dan away: "Please take me home, I don't want to stay."

Dan cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Dan drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, But he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. "Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, "call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble! Voices she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Dan was all right, and if the people in the other car was alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Dan was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, and wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best to bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad." This story is sad and unpleasant but true, so young people take heed, it could have been you.

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