found this in a myspace bulletin...............so very touching............
THE STORY OF ANDOY
>
>
> Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived
a
> fourth grader boy who would follow this route to
> school everyday: He has to cross the rugged
plains
> and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles
are
> recklessly driving to and from.
>
> Once past this highway, the boy would take a
short
> cut, passing by the Church every morning just to
say
> Hi to God, and faithfully say his, "Magandang
umaga
> po" *good morning* in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being
> watched by a Priest who was happy to find
innocence
> so uplifting in the morning,
>
> "Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?" *How are you, Andoy? Are you going to school?*
>
> "Opo padre ... " *Yes, Father*
>
> He would flash his innocent grin, the priest would
> be touched. He was so concerned that one day
he
> talked to Andoy.
>
> "From school...", he advised "Do not cross the
> highway, you can pass
> through the Church and I can accompany you to
the
> other side of the road ...that way I can see that
> you are home safe...."
>
> "Thank you father ..."
>
>
> "Why don't you go home ... do you stay in this
> church right after school?"
>
> "I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, JESUS,"
>
>
>
> and the priest would leave the boy to spend time
> beside the altar,
> talking to himself, but the priest was hiding
behind
> the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to
> his heavenly FATHER.
>
> "You know my math exam was pretty bad today,
but I
> did not cheat
> although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I
> ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay *Dad* had a
bad
> season and all I can eat is this cracker.
>
> Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was
> hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last
> cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry.
> Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have
> to walk barefoot next week. you see this is
about to
> be broken... but it is okay... at least I am still
> going to school....
>
>
>
> Some say we will have a hard season this
month, some
> of my classmates have already stopped going to
> school ... please help them get to school again,
> please God?...
>
>
>
> Oh, you know, Inay *Mom* hit me again, it is painful, but
> I know this pain will pass away, at least I still
> have a mother.... God, you want to see my
bruises? I
> know you can heal them.... Here... here and ....
oh
> ...blood
>
>
> ... I guess you knew about this one huh? Please
> don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she
> worries for the food in our table and my schooling
> that is why she hits us ....Oh, I think I am in love
> ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name
> is Anita ... do you think she will like me?
>
>
>
> Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I
> don't have to be anybody just to please you, you
are
> my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two
days
> from now!!!
>
>
>
> Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have
> a gift for
> you .... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like
> it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and
> calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to
> my friend ... you can accompany me to the other
side
> of the road now"
>
> This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails.
> Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the
people
> in his church because he has not seen a very
pure
> faith and trust in God, a very positive look at
> negative situations.
>
> On Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so
he could
> not make it in the Church, he was sent to the
> hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who
would
> chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would
not
> smile and would always find fault in what you do,
> they were also very well versed in cursing if you
> irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their
> kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his
> Christmas party,playfully dashed in.
>
> "Hello God! I ....."
>
> "P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may
> nagdadasal!! Alis!!" *----! You little boy! People here are praying! Get out!*
>
> Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father
Agaton?
> He is supposed to help me cross the street ....
and
> to be able to cross the street I will have to pass
> by the back door of this church ...not only that, I
> have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a
> gift right here...."
>
> Just as he was about to get the gift out of his
> shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him
out
> of the church. "Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of
the
> cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi
> matatamaan ka!!! *Susmaryosep! Get out, boy! or else you're gonna get it!*
>
> So the boy had no choice but to cross the
dangerous
> side of the road in front of the church. He
crossed.
> A fast moving bus came in. There was a blind
curve.
> The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so
> he was not looking. There was so little time.
Andoy
> died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the
poor
> boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ...
>
> Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure
white
> shirt and pants,a face so mild and gentle, but
with
> eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy
in
> His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders
nudged
> the man in white, and asked,
>
> "Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do
> you know this child?"
>
>
>
> The man in white, His face mourning and in
agony,
> looked up and answered,
>
> "He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He
> took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of
> the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart.
>
> He stood up and carried the boy away and they
both
> disappeared in sight. The crowd was
bewildered ...
>
> On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the
> shocking news. He visited the house, and
wanted to
> learn more about the man in white. He consulted
the
> parents of Andoy.
>
>
> "How did you know that your son died?"
>
> "A man in white brought him here." sobbed the
> mother.
>
> "What did he say?"
>
> The father answered, "He did not say anything.
He
> was mourning. We do not know him and yet he
was very
> lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our
son
> very well. But there was something peaceful and
> unexplainable about him. He gave me my son,
and then
> he smiled
> peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from
his
> face and kissed him on his forehead, then he
> whispered something ..."
>
> "What did he say?"
>
> "He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank
you
> for the gift ...
> I will see you soon ... you will be with me..."
>
> and the father of the boy continued, "and you
know
> for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried, but
> I do not know why....all I know is I cried tears of
> joy ... I could not explain it, Father, but when
> that man left, something peaceful came over me,
I
> felt a deep sense of love inside ... I could not
> explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in
> heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man
> that my son talks to everyday in your church, you
> should know because you are always there ...
except
> at the time of his death
>
> Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in
his
> eyes, with
> trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was
talking
> to no one .....
> but ... JESUS. "
Comments
i thought Dew was a boy at first...
think think think!!!
hehehe...
THE STORY OF ANDOY
>
>
> Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived
a
> fourth grader boy who would follow this route to
> school everyday: He has to cross the rugged
plains
> and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles
are
> recklessly driving to and from.
>
> Once past this highway, the boy would take a
short
> cut, passing by the Church every morning just to
say
> Hi to God, and faithfully say his, "Magandang
umaga
> po" *good morning* in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being
> watched by a Priest who was happy to find
innocence
> so uplifting in the morning,
>
> "Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?" *How are you, Andoy? Are you going to school?*
>
> "Opo padre ... " *Yes, Father*
>
> He would flash his innocent grin, the priest would
> be touched. He was so concerned that one day
he
> talked to Andoy.
>
> "From school...", he advised "Do not cross the
> highway, you can pass
> through the Church and I can accompany you to
the
> other side of the road ...that way I can see that
> you are home safe...."
>
> "Thank you father ..."
>
>
> "Why don't you go home ... do you stay in this
> church right after school?"
>
> "I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, JESUS,"
>
>
>
> and the priest would leave the boy to spend time
> beside the altar,
> talking to himself, but the priest was hiding
behind
> the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to
> his heavenly FATHER.
>
> "You know my math exam was pretty bad today,
but I
> did not cheat
> although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I
> ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay *Dad* had a
bad
> season and all I can eat is this cracker.
>
> Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was
> hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last
> cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry.
> Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have
> to walk barefoot next week. you see this is
about to
> be broken... but it is okay... at least I am still
> going to school....
>
>
>
> Some say we will have a hard season this
month, some
> of my classmates have already stopped going to
> school ... please help them get to school again,
> please God?...
>
>
>
> Oh, you know, Inay *Mom* hit me again, it is painful, but
> I know this pain will pass away, at least I still
> have a mother.... God, you want to see my
bruises? I
> know you can heal them.... Here... here and ....
oh
> ...blood
>
>
> ... I guess you knew about this one huh? Please
> don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she
> worries for the food in our table and my schooling
> that is why she hits us ....Oh, I think I am in love
> ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name
> is Anita ... do you think she will like me?
>
>
>
> Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I
> don't have to be anybody just to please you, you
are
> my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two
days
> from now!!!
>
>
>
> Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have
> a gift for
> you .... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like
> it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and
> calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to
> my friend ... you can accompany me to the other
side
> of the road now"
>
> This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails.
> Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the
people
> in his church because he has not seen a very
pure
> faith and trust in God, a very positive look at
> negative situations.
>
> On Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so
he could
> not make it in the Church, he was sent to the
> hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who
would
> chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would
not
> smile and would always find fault in what you do,
> they were also very well versed in cursing if you
> irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their
> kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his
> Christmas party,playfully dashed in.
>
> "Hello God! I ....."
>
> "P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may
> nagdadasal!! Alis!!" *----! You little boy! People here are praying! Get out!*
>
> Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father
Agaton?
> He is supposed to help me cross the street ....
and
> to be able to cross the street I will have to pass
> by the back door of this church ...not only that, I
> have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a
> gift right here...."
>
> Just as he was about to get the gift out of his
> shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him
out
> of the church. "Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of
the
> cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi
> matatamaan ka!!! *Susmaryosep! Get out, boy! or else you're gonna get it!*
>
> So the boy had no choice but to cross the
dangerous
> side of the road in front of the church. He
crossed.
> A fast moving bus came in. There was a blind
curve.
> The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so
> he was not looking. There was so little time.
Andoy
> died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the
poor
> boy, the body of a lifeless young boy ...
>
> Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure
white
> shirt and pants,a face so mild and gentle, but
with
> eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy
in
> His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders
nudged
> the man in white, and asked,
>
> "Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do
> you know this child?"
>
>
>
> The man in white, His face mourning and in
agony,
> looked up and answered,
>
> "He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He
> took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of
> the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart.
>
> He stood up and carried the boy away and they
both
> disappeared in sight. The crowd was
bewildered ...
>
> On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the
> shocking news. He visited the house, and
wanted to
> learn more about the man in white. He consulted
the
> parents of Andoy.
>
>
> "How did you know that your son died?"
>
> "A man in white brought him here." sobbed the
> mother.
>
> "What did he say?"
>
> The father answered, "He did not say anything.
He
> was mourning. We do not know him and yet he
was very
> lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our
son
> very well. But there was something peaceful and
> unexplainable about him. He gave me my son,
and then
> he smiled
> peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from
his
> face and kissed him on his forehead, then he
> whispered something ..."
>
> "What did he say?"
>
> "He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank
you
> for the gift ...
> I will see you soon ... you will be with me..."
>
> and the father of the boy continued, "and you
know
> for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried, but
> I do not know why....all I know is I cried tears of
> joy ... I could not explain it, Father, but when
> that man left, something peaceful came over me,
I
> felt a deep sense of love inside ... I could not
> explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in
> heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man
> that my son talks to everyday in your church, you
> should know because you are always there ...
except
> at the time of his death
>
> Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in
his
> eyes, with
> trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was
talking
> to no one .....
> but ... JESUS. "