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A Miami-Dade judge and a burglary suspect had a one-of-a-kind reunion in bond court, as the man broke down in tears, while the judge offered him some supportive advice.

Posted by Godly Woman Daily on Friday, July 3, 2015

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A Miami-Dade judge and a burglary suspect had a one-of-a-kind reunion in bond court, as the man broke down in tears, while the judge offered him some supportive advice.

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No More With Me - Written By Bob Perks - A Must Read Story

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I don’t mean to hold you up,” he said as he struggled to get off the escalator.

I’ll admit to it. There have been times when walking or driving behind an older person I’ve gotten impatient and upset. I’ve huffed and zoomed around them because I was in a hurry to get nowhere.

Perhaps I’m more aware of it now because I see myself there one day soon. Today I saw myself in this old man’s shoes and it caused me to slow down, stop and ask for his forgiveness.

He was about five or six people ahead of me. I was in a hurry and saw him as an obstacle. I’ve seen people get off the end of an escalator and stop dead in their tracks, gather their things and suddenly there’s a pile up of angry people behind them. You can’t stop an escalator full of people behind you. Like the Energizer bunny, they keep on goin’.

This man was well aware of the challenge. He tried desperately to step aside. Fumbling with his small packages, struggling to gain his footing, you could see how troubling this was for him. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I don’t mean to hold you up,” he said as he struggled to get off the escalator.

I suddenly saw this in a whole new light. It was like I was watching my future. I felt sorry for him. I felt sick to my stomach because this man was apologizing to everyone, when we should have been helping him and calming his fears.

One by one, people zipped around him. I heard a few angry comments whispered as one lady passed by him.

I saw me.

By the time I got to him he was just about steady on his feet.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was more,” he said.

“No, sir. No more with me,” I said. This really hit me hard. I realized right then how sad it was that the world was in such a hurry. That, of course, included me. But…no more with me. Count me out.

This wonderful man paid his dues. For whatever time he had spent on this earth, he most likely walked many rough roads and too many important miles. Now he should be apologizing for moving slower?

My heart ached as I looked into his eyes. I wished that I could see what he had seen all those years. His face weathered from life itself, was creased and wrinkled. The small soft pockets under his eyes and the gentle lines that curved up and around them told me he had many happy moments, too. Those were traces left behind from laughter and a smiling, happy man.

“My friend, can I help you with those things?” I asked.

Hesitant at first, he finally said, “Well, yes, thank you!”

I placed my hand under his left arm and walked with him a safe distance away from the rush of people.

“So what are you shopping for, sir?”

“Oh, just a little something for my neighbor. She’s a young mother raising kids on her own. She’s always so nice to me. I thought a box of candy for Mother’s Day…” he said, stopping suddenly as he searched his inside pocket of his sport coat.

“Do you need something?” I asked.

“Oh, no. Here. I think I have it right here. I always carry them with me,” he said. Then pulling out a hand full of papers he shuffled through them and handed me a business card that read:

“John A. Pomicter
Friend to all…enemy to no one!
I said a prayer today and you were the answer. Thank you!”

“That’s for you,” he said. “Thanks for stopping to help an old man.”

“My friend, you helped me. I discovered that I was unhappy with the world and I was part of the problem. Now I’ll be part of the solution. No more with me!”

“Then this was meant to be,” he said smiling.

“You know God sends me gifts every day and always at least one special person. You were my gift for today! Let’s go get some chocolates, my friend.”
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Story of a Cat : Brave Encounter - Lisa Suhay - A Must Read

A Cat was walking along one early evening, heading towards the village.

Cat was a friendly sort. In her lives she wore many hats. Sometimes she was a companion, listener and even a watch cat. Suddenly, out of the shadows leaped a massive dog. To cat it seemed as if a chunk of the sky had fallen into her path.

In the shadowy darkness, the animal towered over cat and bared its great, sharp, yellow teeth.

“Run away,” the dog snarled.

Startled nearly out of her wits, cat knew that if she were going to survive she must not panic. She imposed a steely calm on herself and looked up at the beast.

“I beg your pardon,” answered cat, far more calmly than she felt. “I have business here. Let me pass.”

The dog had not expected this reaction. He usually left his victims weak with fear by simply looking at them.

“Run,” he repeated. “I don’t like the way you drift about these parts cozying up to people and making them feel so secure. This is my place. Everyone here does as I tell them to.”

Now cat was nearly paralyzed with fear and running was absolutely out of the question. Cat knew that if she did run away she would never be able to see her friends in these parts again. She also realized that if she did not stand, she would always live in fear of dogs. Perhaps she would spend her life cringing at shadows as so many other cats did.

It wasn’t right. There was nothing wrong with cat helping people. The wrong was in the animal she was facing.

Cat breathed a silent prayer; “Oh help me find my way home safe.” A little spark kindled in cat’s heart. The light in her heart began to fill her and unfreeze her muscles and nerves. Suddenly, cat was no longer pretending – she really wasn’t afraid.

Cat realized at that moment, nothing mattered more to her than shining her light in this dark creature.

“I invite you to come with me and meet my friends,” cat purred. “I hate to think of you out here all alone.”

Slowly, cat managed to put one paw in front of another until she found herself gliding past the menacing creature.

“Stop,” snarled the dog. “Take one more step and I will destroy you. Don’t you dare cross me!”

It was too late. Cat had found her feet and was going at a fast pace toward the village where her friends waited for her.

She rushed into the home of the village’s guard dog and told her story.

“Did I do right?” cat asked.

“You did just fine,” he answered. “You aren’t finished. Now you must go out and tell your tale so that others who find themselves in fear might recall it and find their light.”

And so cat did.
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Story of Charles Schulz - A Must Read

The late Earl Nightingale, writer and publisher of inspirational and motivational material, once told a story about a boy named Sparky.

For Sparky, school was all but impossible. He failed every subject in the eighth grade. He flunked physics in high school, getting a grade of zero.

Sparky also flunked Latin, algebra, and English. He didn’t do much better in sports. Although he did manage to make the school’s golf team, he promptly lost the only important match of the season. There was a consolation match; he lost that too.

Throughout his youth, Sparky was awkward, socially. He was not actually disliked by the other students; no one cared that much. He was astonished if a classmate ever said hello to him outside of school hours.

There’s no way to tell how he might have done at dating. Sparky never once asked a girl to go out in high school. He was too afraid of being turned down.

Sparky was a loser. He, his classmates…everyone knew it. So he rolled with it. Sparky had made up his mind early in life that if things were meant to work out they would. Otherwise, he would content himself with what appeared to be his inevitable mediocrity.

However, one thing was important to Sparky — drawing. He was proud of his artwork. Of course, no one else appreciated it. In his senior year of high school, he submitted some cartoons to the editors of the yearbook. The cartoons were turned down. Despite this particular rejection, Sparky was so convinced of his ability that he decided to become a professional artist.

After completing high school, he wrote a letter to Walt Disney Studios. He was told to send some samples of his artwork, and the subject for a cartoon was suggested. Sparky drew the proposed cartoon. He spent a great deal of time on it and on all the other drawings he submitted. Finally, the reply came from Disney Studios. He had been rejected once again. Another loss for the loser.

So Sparky decided to write his own autobiography in cartoons. He described his childhood self — a little boy loser and chronic underachiever.

The cartoon character would soon become famous worldwide. For Sparky, the boy who had such lack of success in school and whose work was rejected again and again, was Charles Schulz.

He created the “Peanuts” comic strip and the little cartoon character whose kite would never fly and who never succeeded in kicking a football — Charlie Brown.
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A Lesson From An Ornament - A Must Read Story

A Lesson From An Ornament 
 By Annie



I've shared this live many times, but I thought I'd try to share it here, too. When I was younger I was able to make beaded Christmas ornaments as shown above. I don't have many left since most I made for others and gave them away. I loved them and gave them to people I loved and cared about as a way of saying how I felt about them. 

One day, when I was still 'creating' my classes for sexual abuse recovery groups, I was doing some more reading on shame for my upcoming class. Shame was something I still didn't totaling know how to convey to others from my own journey as I still had some healing work that needed done in that area as well. Anyway, I was in my kitchen and the Lord brought my ornaments to mind. I thought about how I had given them to certain people and then noticed the following year, it wouldn't be displayed on a tree or anywhere at Christmas time. I noted it and then stuffed it down deep inside for this particular day for God to show me something of importance. As he opened up these memories, along came the thoughts and feelings I had not allowed myself to process at the time. I felt hurt and realized I felt a since of rejection when my gift wasn't used. I thought about how carefully I wrap mine up to store them for the next year. I don't want beads to come out and don't want the satin to fray. But others didn't just not display them but may have not taken the same care I did and the beads may have come off, they could have become dirty and frayed and wouldn't look good at all like that. 

Then I realized I took such good care of mine and liked them so much and valued them because I CREATED them...each one different from the others. I put time, money, and later even some pain from my hands into creating them. I put lots of love...I put me into those ornaments. They were a representation of me. 

As the Lord took me further into this, I realized that I also had felt devalued. I remembered praying before and asking God why he gave me to a family that couldn't, or wouldn't, care for me. I was told I was an answer to prayer, that God gave me to my family. Why did he do that? Why give me to a family that would not shelter me, protect me, care for me, be proud of me, treat me with love and respect, and not abuse me? And He very clearly revealed how He valued me and loved me because (simply because) He created me. He expected those he gave me to to love me and care for me and value me as He did. But they didn't. I was left with missing pieces, marred, and torn, and as I was grieved over something like my ornaments, He was so much more grieved over the way I wasn't valued.

I came to realize that day that if I could never do another thing for God in this life...if I were to be crippled and maimed and no help to anyone, He still valued and loved me because I was his creation. And...as His creation He also was making me (His ornament) beautiful again. He was fixing the places that were frayed, torn, missing and ugly. He was making me new again. And because He values and loves me, I can also value and love ME.

I love it when God teaches me something because He does it in ways that I will never forget. Every Christmas, I am reminded of this lesson. And as I put up my ornaments, I remember that I am His ornament.
(source: http://www.annien.com/Holidays/Christmas/ChristmasStories/OrnamentLesson.html)

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