Post by YnnEJnEiB on Sept 10, 2005 3:38:40 GMT -5
nakita ko lang to' sa friendster: ;D
... DONT MISS TO READ THIS...
> 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 passed this highway, the boy would
take a short cut by
> passing by the Church every morning just to say
Hi to God, and faithfully
> say
> his,
>
>
> "Magandang umaga po" 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?"
>
> "Opo padre ... " 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, God,"
and the priest would
> leave the
> boy to spend time beside the altar, talking by
himself, but he 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 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 barefooted 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 had 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 sideof 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.
>
> One 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 are
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!!"
>
> 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 a sign of the cross
fervently) Alis kang bata
> ka,
> kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!
>
> 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 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, lifted up and
> answered,
> "He was my bestfriend .... " 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
curious ...
>
> On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of
the shocking news. He
> visited
> the house, and wanted to verify 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 at 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 rubbed 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 in 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 On
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 ....
> GOD...."
>
>
>
... DONT MISS TO READ THIS...
> 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 passed this highway, the boy would
take a short cut by
> passing by the Church every morning just to say
Hi to God, and faithfully
> say
> his,
>
>
> "Magandang umaga po" 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?"
>
> "Opo padre ... " 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, God,"
and the priest would
> leave the
> boy to spend time beside the altar, talking by
himself, but he 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 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 barefooted 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 had 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 sideof 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.
>
> One 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 are
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!!"
>
> 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 a sign of the cross
fervently) Alis kang bata
> ka,
> kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!
>
> 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 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, lifted up and
> answered,
> "He was my bestfriend .... " 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
curious ...
>
> On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of
the shocking news. He
> visited
> the house, and wanted to verify 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 at 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 rubbed 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 in 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 On
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 ....
> GOD...."
>
>
>
