Storie time :)

[Guysfiancee]

Helloooo people,

I thought, inspired by Kates Chrissy story, that we could open a little thread simply for little stories and cute stuff you know?? I have a nice story to start us off, i hope you like it!!

Love me xx

A young university student was home for the summer.
She had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked "God" to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached an alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it.

However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for "God's" protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.

When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question? Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

Moral of the story: Don't underestimate the power of Prayer!

[Sinead]

wow, thats fantastic

[Linsu]

LOVED IT DAISY.........OK....I'LL HAVE TO PUT MY THINKING CAP ON....
I LOVE STORIES.......

[Sinead]

do they have to be inpiration style stories

[Guysfiancee]

Nah can be anything!! No matter.. Yeah it's a pretty story! I love it

sinead said:

do they have to be inpiration style stories

[Sinead]

wohooo! anything........ *tries to think of story*

[Guysfiancee]

Soo nice I'm sure Amby sent me this one, if my memory serves me correctly ;D

Two Boxes

God's Boxes
I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me.."
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

How cute!

Love me xxx

[Guysfiancee]

Amby gave me this one too

A great note for all to read.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his room-mate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased room-mate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse
responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to
encourage you"

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

People will forget what you said...
People will forget what you did...
But people will never forget how you made them feel...

[Sinead]

aw wow, thats amazing, thanks

[Linsu]

SOOOOOO......BEAUTIFUL..........I MUST TRY AND CONTRIBUTE TO THIS THREAD........

LOVELY......LOVELY........

[why]

awwww im fallin in love with this thread! i love stories.....

i hope no-one minds...but considering it is a story...can i put my christmas one here?

You see, there was this group of teenagers who had caught a train on the way back from the city. It was late as they had just spent the night out at a jazz club and they were looking forward to getting home and into their warm beds. It was a nice group of people. They were friendly and had a lot of fun together...a few of them especially enjoyed singing. So seeing as it was close to Christmas, one of the guys in the group decided to start singing "rudolf the red nosed reingdeer". As he got to the chorus, an old man who had been sitting so quietly in the corner it had almost seemed like he was asleep, began to sing. The sound of the second voice caught the group by surprise at first, but it wasnt long until they too had been caught by the christmas spirit and had begun belting out they own renditions of the well-loved song. By the end of the train ride, about half the carriage had joined in the merry singers and they had sung every carol from "the twelve days of christmas" to "joy to the world". The group of singers had included people of many different races including chinese, english and even people "of middle eastern appearance". And as they all sat on the carriage singing, a girl from the original group of travellers couldnt help but think 'wouldnt it be great if, as all these people had come together in the spirit of Christmas, the world could come together in the spirit of humanity'.

yay for inspirational stories!

[Sinead]

ah lovely thanks kate


i think for now I shall sit back, relax and just read other people's stories

[why]

I'm sooo sorry Linny that I stuck a story on the other thread!! Would it be alright if i posted it here anyway? If it isnt, you can just delete my post - I dont mind and I'd understand!

My story was about boxes and i was supposed to write it for english. It's also got the theme of 'reinvention'

I love boxes. I can’t say that I’ve loved boxes as long as I can remember, because I can just remember a time before boxes, but I’m sure it’d come pretty close. I could tell you the exact time in my life – probably right to the date – when my fascination with boxes began, but for now I’ll just tell you that it started when I was about nine years old.

It was the weekend, but as far as I can remember that didn’t really mean much back when I was in year four because school days seemed like holidays anyway. My mother had let me invite my best friend Bre over, and we were playing Treasure Island on the computer.

All of a sudden, our big, brass door bell rang and my mother stood up from her coffee at the kitchen table to open the front door. Bre and I stopped playing the game to find out who the stranger at the door was. We couldn’t see them because the wall to the computer room was covering the majority of their body and face, but we could hear what they were saying. We first heard my mum say hello and a deep male voice answered her. For the next five or so minutes, all we could hear was the two of them discussing something in private until finally the man said out loud, “thank you ma’am. Now if you could sign here, I’ll get the boys to bring ’er in.”

I remember Bre saying, “Who’s her? Do you think your mum has gotten tired of Jen and ordered a new sister for you?” After she said that we had laughed for a while and then returned to our game. We completely forgot about the man at the door and “her”.

Eventually Bre and I grew tired of Treasure Mountain and decided to become explorers and brave the terrifying expanse of the kitchen in the hope of discovering some chips. We walked down the hall quickly and quietly like intrepid travellers from afar and at long last we rounded the corner into the kitchen. It was then that we discovered who “she” was.

My initial reaction was to run as fast as I could and find my mum, but I thought better of it. I remember looking over at Bre and seeing that she was just as perplexed as I. We slowly entered the room and crept over to the strange object. We had no idea what it was or what it was for. All we knew was what we could see, and we could see it was massive. It seemed to have adopted the space in a corner of the kitchen in which our little old Kelvinator had used to reside.

After about ten minutes of mutual silence in the kitchen, Bre and I hear footsteps in the hallway and mum walked in. As soon as I saw her face I yelled, “Mum! What’s killed Kel?!” (For ‘Kel’ had been my mum’s pet name for the fridge.) Mum let out a short kind of giggle and said, “Don’t worry, nothing’s killed Kell. He just got a bit old to work properly and we had to buy a new fridge. This one’s a bit bigger than Kel, but we can fill in the extra space with treats if you like. Anyway, what are you girls looking for?”

After Bre and I had explained that we were fearless explorers on a mission to find chips, mum showed us where the Smiths were. We grabbed a packet each and we were just leaving the kitchen when mum called out, “Why don’t you two go and make a cubby house or something out of the new fridge’s box? It’s nice and big. I think the delivery men put it in the garage.”

So we snuck into the garage like secret agents hoping to get back to their base without being kidnapped by the evil scientist who wanted to take over the world and make science the only subject at school. The box wasn’t hard to find considering how colossal it was. When we did find it we saw that it would easily have fit about four people inside with room for some teddy bears as well.

We had some difficulty dragging the box into the lounge room and when we finally got it in there, we decided it was too conspicuous to be a secret base. It didn’t matter though because as I walked around the huge lump of construction cardboard, I remember seeing a million possibilities. I suddenly felt so excited about the box that I wanted to sprint right into it and toy with all the possibilities at once! I restrained myself though and merely shouted, “Bre! Quick! Get back in the time-booth before the T-rex catches you!” Bre screamed and came running toward me and the box as I began to press the buttons in the shiny new machine that had just appeared in front of me.

As soon as she had stepped into the booth I felt it start to shake as though we were in an earth-quake. I punched the big, green ‘start’ button and the booth vanished from my lounge-room with Bre and me inside. We materialised in ancient Rome next to the Colosseum. As soon as the booth stopped moving, we walked outside and into the fresh, Roman air. Of course, when I say fresh, I really mean air that had been combined with the smell of horses and new chariots. We walked into the grand stadium and saw the emperor with his wife. The emperor smiled and waved at us and we waved back. As soon as the show in the stadium was over though, we knew we should be leaving for somewhere else as it would be dinner time at home soon.

That afternoon, Bre and I explored the wonders of the moon as we jumped and flew on its surface just before the eagle landed; ancient Egypt as the pyramids were being built; and even a Spice Girls concert in London. We had stopped only when we heard my mum telling us that Bre’s mum had come to pick her up and that my dinner was ready.

After Bre left, my mum gave me my dinner and we sat at the table while my dad read the paper. I remember my mum asking me, “Why did you and Bre call me ‘you majesty’ when dad came home from work? What were you playing at the time, because I think I might like it.”

I giggled and said, “Well…The box that the fridge came in turned into a time-machine and Bre and I travelled everywhere! We went to Rome and the moon and Egypt and even to the dinosaur time!”

After I’d told my mum about our adventures, I said, “Do you think I could keep the box in case I ever wanted to go back to the moon?”

Mum just smiled and said, “Sarah, you don’t need a box to go to the moon. You got there today by using your imagination! You can go back there any time you like!”

I didn’t say anything at the time – only smiled and let her hug me – but I can’t help thinking that without my time-booth…sorry, box, there to help me, I never would have seen the beauty of Rome or the marvel of the pyramids. I don’t believe in fairies anymore, but I still believe in boxes.

[Guysfiancee]

Awww that is beautiful Kate, did you write that?? Its simply gorgeous!! You really have a gift hun!