Beautiful and Touching Stories



  • edited 10:09PM
    awww..such a nice ang touching story ate cici...thank you so much for sharing happy.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
    You're welcome FiNay...Vanny.....for a change, walang namatay this time. newlaugh.gif
  • edited 10:09PM

    ur welcome!
    tnx ate cicima for sharing that touching story...

    i think i've seen that one...
    sa reader's digest din yta yan ah?
  • edited 10:09PM
  • edited 10:09PM
    My sister e-mailed this beautiful touching story to me....she knows, I'm going

    to like it. rolleyes.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
  • edited October 2005
    lisa wrote on Aug 14 2005, 01:00 PM:
    I went to a party,

    And remembered what you said.

    You told me not to drink, Mom

    So I had a sprite instead.

    I felt proud of myself,

    The way you said I would,

    That I didn't drink and drive,

    Though some friends said I should.

    I made a healthy choice,

    And your advice to me was right,

    The party finally ended,

    And the kids drove out of sight.

    I got into my car,

    Sure to get home in one piece,

    I never knew what was coming, Mom

    Something I expected least.

    Now I'm lying on the pavement,

    And I hear the policeman say,

    The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away.

    My own blood's all around me,

    As I try hard not to cry.

    I can hear the paramedic say,

    This girl is going to die.

    I'm sure the guy had no idea,

    While he was flying high,

    Because he chose to drink and drive,

    Now I would have to die.

    So why do people do it, Mom

    Knowing that it ruins lives?

    And now the pain is cutting me,

    Like a hundred stabbing knives.

    Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom

    Tell daddy to be brave,

    And when I go to heaven,

    Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

    Someone should have taught him,

    That it's wrong to drink and drive.

    Maybe if his parents had,

    I'd still be alive.

    My breath is getting shorter, Mom

    I'm getting really scared.

    These are my final moments,

    And I'm so unprepared.

    I wish that you could hold me Mom,

    As I lie here and die.

    I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"

    So I love you and good-bye.
    i cant find my Kleenex cray.gif 20.gif alt='*cry' ] i thought u guys were joking when u said kleenex required cray.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
    this is the thread where one will need a box of kleenex 20.gif alt='*cry' ] cray.gif alt='c:(' ] bye2.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
    cicima wrote on Oct 27 2005, 01:43 AM:
    this is the thread where one will need a box of kleenex 20.gif alt='*cry' ] cray.gif alt='c:(' ] bye2.gif alt=':cry:' ]
    haha.............yea, me too ate!!! shakehead.gif alt='[-(' ] cray.gif alt='c:(' ]

    does anyone else have any touching stories to share?? hehe biggrin.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
    Its not a story but i wanna share it anyway I read it from a book called Chicken Soup For The Soul

    Stone By Stone

    I have a wall you cannot see

    Because it's deep inside of me.

    it blocks my heart on every side

    And it helps emotions there to hide.

    You can't reach in

    I can't reach out

    You wonder what it's all about.

    The wall That I built you an't see

    results from insecurity.

    Each time my tender heart was hurt

    The Scars within grew worse and worse.

    So stone by stone

    I bulit a wall That's now so thick it will not fall.

    please understand that it's not you,

    continue trying to break though.

    I want so much to show myself

    And Love from you will really help

    so bit by bit

    Chip at my wall,

    Till stone by stone it starts to fall.

    I know the procress will be slow,

    its never easy to let go

    Of hurts and failures long ingrated

    Upon one's heart from years of pain.

    I'm so afraid to let you in I know i might get hurt again.

    i try so hard to break the wall but seem to get nowhere at all.

    for stone upon each stone i've stacked,

    and left between them not a crack.

    the only way

    to make it fall

    are imperfections in the wall.

    i did the best i could to build

    a perfect wall, but there are still

    a few small flaws, wich are the key to breaking though the wall, to me.

    please use each flaw

    to cause a crack,

    to knock a stone off the stack.

    for just as stone by stone the wall will break,

    As love replaces every ache.

    please be the one

    Who cares enough

    to find the flaws, no matter what.
  • edited 10:09PM
    awww, thanks for sharing that victoria!!!! it's nice.........i can kinda relate to that........hehehe happy.gif :thumbs: smile.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
    ang ganda nmn mga stories nyo!!
  • DJDJ
    edited 10:09PM
    this is my favorite story... i'm sure y'all would like it!

    The Father's Eyes
    (a true story)

    This teenager lived alone with his father in Syracuse, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering, He never missed a game. This young man was the smallest of the class when he entered high school.

    But his father continued to encourage him, but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.

    All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all these four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.

    The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed. The news that his friends had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement too.

    This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?"

    The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday." Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon.

    "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today, " said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted. Finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said.

    "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star.

    His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering one have never heard!

    Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"

    He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?"

    The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!" The coach had tears in his eyes, so did he and then it rained!
  • edited 10:09PM
    OMG!!!! kuya, that was such a great story!!!! soo touching!!!! loved it!!!! hehehe..........where do you find these kinds of stories?? heheh...........thanks for sharing it kuya!!!! :thumbs: :thumbs: goodpost.gif alt=':good:' ] goodpost.gif alt=':good:' ] cray.gif cray.gif
  • DJDJ
    edited 10:09PM
    ganda sobra no? first time i read it nasa ofc ako... nawala pagiging macho ko... naiyak talaga ako sa harap ng computer :-( pati yung mga kasama kong guys na nakabasa rin, mugto mga mata... haaay, ganda sobra!
  • edited 10:09PM

    i heard that before...
    but that version ssaid that they team won bcuz of him...

    sooooooooo... sob and touching...
    parang empath 2loy ako...
  • edited 10:09PM
    its another poem from chicken soup for the soul rolleyes.gif

    I Cannot hear your laughter
    I cannot see your smile.
    I wish that we could talk again
    if only for awhile.
    I know you're watching over me
    seeing everything I do.
    and though you'll always be with me
    I will always be missing you.
    you taught me that life is much too short
    and at any time could end.
    but know that no matter where you are
    you will always be my friend.
    and when it's time for me to go
    you'll be there to show me the way
    I wish that you could still be here
    But I'll see you again someday.
  • edited 10:09PM
    thanks for sharing victoria
  • edited 10:09PM
    awww, that's nice...........thanks for sharing victoria!!! :thumbs: goodpost.gif
  • edited 10:09PM
    here is one i got from jackie (mmmlove)'s long but very good...........don't let the title fool you...........hehe...........thanks for sharing jackie!!! happy.gif :thumbs:

    When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

    On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said," You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slight joking way, "suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together." I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you," I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want to divorce." I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "why?". "I'm serious." I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry . She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "you are not a man!". At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she d idn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?" This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember". "You carried me in your arms", she continued, "so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce," she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, "daddy is holding mummy in his arms." His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Let us start from to day, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there." On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel tha t we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she si ghed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy." I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. "You got no fever." She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said, "I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you." Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."
Sign In or Register to comment.