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  • thanks ate mel for this ahhh... sob but inspiraing story!

    i thought Dew was a boy at first...
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    think think think!!!
    hehehe...
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    hahahaha.............you're welcome phil!!!! yea, i thought it was gonna be sad but it turned put happy in the end........... happy.gif :thumbs:
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    goodpost.gif THANKS MEL
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    you're welcome jordan!!! :thumbs: happy.gif
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    found this in a myspace bulletin...............so very touching............ cray.gif



    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. "
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