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Nature is good because it
Helps as with our needs......
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You can see many fish that
Swim with no worries, you can
See how colorful our ocean with
The beautiful and colorful corals.
The gentle breeze, teeming oceans
And cool springs, azure skies and
Lush forests. Life is sustained
And made full.
by : Realisa K. Fuego
Nature is Good
The Last Hand (Inspired by a true story) Name: Angelico Ben Miranda Email Ad: gecomiranda_07@yahoo.com Country: Philippines Fern, a high school student, is a pretty girl who can't write. This is her story: Hi, I'm Fern. My parents never taught me how to write since I was 6 years old. My classmates laughed at me and the teachers usually scold at me but sometimes there will be a day that they will make impressed me. My father is a woodcutter and my mother is a housewife. Even they didn't teach me how to write they just don't know that I frequently sing harmoniously in the school and they impressed on me. I became pity when my father earns only a small amount of money. In a week, I computed the days that I didn't eat, I think is 6-8 only. We're just poor. My father works a lot so he can earn. But my mother is trying to work hard for us. I have a friend named Lily. Lily's father was the Vice President of a huge company. Her mother usually warned her to not let me see. My only friend is my cat, Bella. After the days, a volcano erupted faraway in our land and one of those victims is my mother. My mother died and I usually cry when I remember her. My father cannot exist his traumatic feelings for my mother. My cat Bella is the one who can have fun with me. After 2 days of my Mother's death, it's my birthday. My birthday was a very beautiful day for Bella but it seems that she noticed that I'm sad and miserably singing my mother's song. I stopped studying. After 9 years, it's look like normal Fern again. I usually sing at music bars until I become one of the famous singers in the world. The host usually said "Let's welcome, Miss Fern, the singer from Winnipeg!". But one of the days, an issue was spread in the whole world. A doctor said "Fern can't write, Fern can't write! Easily can't write!". "I didn't expect that they knew about that. It's just normal. After the issue, a mystery happened, my father was kidnapped. The kidnappers said that I'll need to offer $50 000. I didn't pay so they killed my father. For the last hand, I'm become to aware of anyone. I should be too aware to all things that happens around me.
Put Your Trust in the Lord
Here is yet another one of the many stories I've read, this one is meant for comedic purposes:
A newly ordained priest was having a conversation with his bishop,
Bishop: I want you to deliver the sermon this Sunday at my church.
Priest: But bishop, Sunday is tomorrow, I've yet to prepare!
Bishop: Come now, my son! Put your trust in the lord.
That night the priest was flipping through the pages of the Bishop's bible for inspiration. He spotted a piece of paper that was handwritten by the bishop. It contained a sermon. The priest read it, he liked it so he decided to use it as the morning sermon. The next day, the sermon was a success, the audience liked and thought of it as an excellent lecture, packed with wisdom beyond his years. The bishop shot through the crowd, panicked, and spoke with the priest,
Bishop: What shall I do!?
Priest: What's the matter bishop?
Bishop: You have given the sermon I had planned to give this afternoon! NOW what shall I tell them!?
Priest: ...
Bishop: Speak, boy! What shall I do? Tell me!
Priest: Put your trust in the Lord, bishop! Just trust the Lord.
Augustine Martin K. Tan
enoraider@yahoo.com
Philippines
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Dead Horses on the Road
I present to all of you yet another story:
Seven soldiers were given official leave for a day. They were to report back by noon the next day. They didn't arrive on time. The first one arrived an hour late, his excuse: He first had a date but soon lost track of time and missed the last bus so he took a cab but the cab broke down so he bought a horse at the nearest farm, but the horse died and he had to walk the rest of the way. The C.O. (Commanding Officer) excused him and gave him a light sermon about punctuality. Five more came 30 minutes later with the same excuses: Had a date, lost track of time, missed the last bus, took a cab, cab broke down, bought a horse, horse died, alk the rest of the way. By the time they finished the C.O. was steaming, and gave them a longer sermon. The last soldier arrived 1 hour late. As for his excuse... it's probably better if you read the conversation yourself,
Soldier 7: I'm reeeeaaaally sorry sir! I had a date, lost track of time, missed the last bus, took a cab...
C.O.: Wait! Let me guess, the cab broke down, so you bought a horse at the nearest farm but it died on the way so you had to walk all the way here, right?
Soldier 7: Um, no sir but, the cab couldn't continue the rest of the journey, there were to many dead horses on the road.
