THE  REST  OF  THE  STORY

IN  LIFE,  WE  ALL  HAVE  CHOICES.

GOD  HELPS  THOSE  WHO  HELP  THEMSELVES

PRONOUNCED  DEAD  &  WHEELED  TO  THE  MORGUE -- THEN. . .

WHAT  IS  YOUR  BLOOD  WORTH?

I  DON'T  HAVE  MUCH,  BUT  I  WANT  YOU  TO  HAVE  IT.

CHANGED  MY  PERSPECTIVE  ON  LIFE

MY  FIRST  EXPERIENCE  WITH  DEATH  IN  THE  FAMILY

GOD  POINTED  HER  IN  OUR  DIRECTION

THIS  STRANGE  WOMAN  BROKE  DOWN  IN  TEARS!

HIS  SERVICE  TO  OUR  GREAT  COUNTRY

MY  GRANDFATHER'S  FAITH

HER  KINDNESS  CHANGED  EVERYTHING

A  LESSON  LEARNED

JUST  A  COUPLE  DRINKS  FROM  SONIC

MY  FRIENDS  CALL  ME  ROXY

MY  BEST  FRIEND'S  GIRL  FRIEND

A  REAL  TEAR-JERKING  STORY

I  WOULD  HAVE  FELT  BAD

MONEY  FOR  FOOD

A  GOOD  DEED  SPARKED  A  ROMANCE

IT'S  NOT  ALL  ABOUT  ME

YOU'LL  BE  SURPRISED  WHO  OFFERED  TO  HELP  ME

TWO  GREAT  STORIES  IN  ONE

CAUSING  A  STIR

FOR  FIVE  YEARS.  I  CHOSE  MONEY  OVER  HAPPINESS!

ESPECIALLY  WHEN  YOU  DON'T  EXPECT  IT.

I  KNEW  IN  MY  HEART  THAT  IT  WAS  A  SIGN

10  MINUTES  OF  TIME  PROVIDES  A  LIFETIME  MEMORY

CAN  YOU  IMAGINE  THIS  HAPPENING  AT  YOUR  DOCTOR'S  OFFICE?

I  THOUGHT,  WOW!!

The year my sister was dying, I learned more about living that ever before.

As kids, we would fight and argue all the time, yet we were best friends. We would drive our mother to her wits end with our orneriness. The farm we grew up on was the perfect place for us to grow up. As we grew up, married, and had children, we grew apart a bit. There was even a smidgen of competition between us. She was terrible with money and seemed to always need more. This became an issue with some family members. Then she and her husband divorced, and the money struggles continued. Then that terrible day happened when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer at age 47. I was devastated and determined to find a cure for her. We tried both conventional and some not-so-conventional treatments. Nothing worked, and a year later we buried my sister. Read More

A couple years back, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was terminal, but chemotherapy was recommended for pain and maybe a few more months of life. I took mother to her treatments twice a week. My first thought when I saw this place was, “What a gloomy place.” Most of the patients didn’t look like they had long to live. But as time passed and I began to notice the interaction of those patients between each other, I was really surprised. I would see these people giving encouragement to one another. This was something to behold – a terminally ill patient giving hope to another patient. One patient was particularly giving and then stopped coming. I assumed he got better and didn’t need the treatment anymore. The next day I found out he had died. This hit me hard. He was always so happy and encouraging to others. It finally hit me. He was actually feeding off others. Read More

My Uncle John was a hard working handyman who could fix most anything and painted houses for a living. He and my Aunt Ada along with their daughter, Velma, lived very modestly in a small, neat home. They were perfectly content with their lives.

No matter what happened, Uncle John always saw the good. He always had a smile and encouragement for everyone. Read More

When our kids were young, only five and six years old, we moved away from our parents in Oklahoma to Florida. About three years later, an older couple, Carl and Kate Cooper, befriended us and our children. They had kids and grandchildren of their own, but they had moved away just like we had done. Over the years, Kate and Carl became the “hands on” grandparents to our kids that they weren’t able to be to their own. They were always happy to baby-sit our kids. They were able to be there. Read More

My wife and I were standing in line to get a prescription filled for our baby. We didn’t notice anyone around us. When our prescription was filled, the amount we owed was $40. I really struggled. That $40 was to be spent for baby food and other items. Reluctantly, I handed the $40 over to the pharmacist not knowing where the food money was going to come from. Read More

I frequent this coffee shop quite often for my morning coffee. There is this lady who works there who I couldn’t keep from noticing. She waited tables and just kept the place looking good. But it’s how she interacted with the customers that really caught my attention. She was so caring, truly wanting to know you.  Read More

I have been fortunate enough to be raised in a family that is close and helps all its members along the way. When I was young, my grandma paid for my braces. I’m sure if any of my cousins needed braces, she paid for them also. Grandma always made certain that she was fair in her giving by making sure that we were all helped equally. My grandma also paid for college expenses. I know how this financial help enriched my life, but also how it helped relieve some financial burden from my parents. Read More

I was 50 years old, and I couldn’t read a newspaper. I had never read a book. I avoided meaningful conversations with others. And I had no idea how the government worked. Oh yes, I was a high school graduate, but I never got out of the 2nd grade reading level. I didn’t cause trouble in school, so they just let me move on to the next grade. My only salvation was having that high school diploma which enabled me to get bottom end jobs. You can’t imagine a life where you always have to hide the fact that you can’t read. You get really good at deception. Read More

At age 25, I was a single mother of two small children ages four and five. I cleaned houses for income, while going to college. We lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, and money was really tight. The Fu family, a family I cleaned for, needed to relocate because of better opportunities in their careers. Read More