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All is Fair in Love


- One way ticket? You are going to move into town? the young man asked.
He could not get his eyes off the pretty young woman sitting in front of him in the train.
- No, the young woman in question said.
She knew the young man had a crush for her. Women just know these things. They had been sitting in the train for hours, face to face. At first they had just nodded to one another, and then the young man had introduced himself politely. She was not the kind who wanted to talk to strangers, but it really wouldn´t matter after a few hours. So she had started talking with him.
- Oh you haven´t decided yet when you will return? the youth did not want to leave the matter be.
short love story - train for America- I won´t, she said.
- Are you going to a factory to work, then? he persisted.
- No, she said, - My sister invited me to America and I am leaving tomorrow morning, she continued.
- Oh...
The young man had not expected this. Of course the times were rough and many people were traveling to seaports to take the ships to a hopefully better future across the ocean. But he just hadn´t thought anyone as young and innocent looking as this girl would do so.
- I have heard it is not always very safe to go, he tried.
- I shall meet others at the harbor, the girl said with a voice that said the conversation was over, - I shall be perfectly safe!
At that the young man fell quiet. The girl closed her eyes and pretended to be napping. He had good time to watch her. Pretty, slightly round face, shiny brown hair. And even though he could not see the eyes now, he knew they were the color of the morning mist - grayish blue. She had pretty, small hands and a slim figure. You could see from her clothes she was not wealthy, but everything was neat and clean. He realized he liked her very much. Very, very much.
The girl opened her eyes and found him looking at her. He coughed, embarrassed that he had been caught.
- I need to...go... she said modestly, - Do you think you could keep an eye on my bags?
- Of course, Miss, he said and she left.
When she came back she found him asleep. She shook her head and sat down. Her wooden coffer was under the seat and her smaller bag was... Nowhere to be seen!
He opened his eyes when he heard her scared exclamation.
- My bag! Someone has stolen my bag! You promised to look after my bags!
The young man looked scared. He got to his feet and got out of the compartment. The girl frantically looked at every corner and shelf, under all the seats, to see if she had just put her bag into a wrong place. But it was nowhere to be seen.
- Is it this one? the young man held a bag in his hands, - I found it in the corner of the next compartment.
- Yes, yes it is! she grabbed it quickly and opened it, - My purse... here... yes, it is here... My papers...
She sat down, looking like she was going to faint.
- My passport! Someone has stolen my passport!
- Oh no, the young man said, - I shall go and ask everyone if they saw anything.
He came back after half an hour. The girl looked at him hopefully. He shook his head.
- Nothing. No one has seen anything, and none of the people look suspicious. Ordinary, decent folks, all of them.
- My passport... Now I cannot leave! she burst into tears, - Who would only take my passport and leave my purse and all the money? This makes no sense!
He sat next to her and took her hand to console her.
- Please, Miss. You can get another passport.
- But it takes forever! I cannot get to this ship! My sister is waiting for me to arrive with it!
- Write a letter explaining you will come later. Give the letter to someone who is going to that ship and can take it to your sister in America.
Slowly she calmed down.
- I shall help you to get a new passport, because it was my fault it was stolen, the young man said, - I can never forgive myself! The first thing we shall do is to go to the police to report the theft. At least they can check if anyone is trying to use it tomorrow.
She did not say anything but gave him a faint smile. He felt her passport in his inside breast pocket. He would need to get rid of it as soon as possible.
He looked into her grey blue eyes and smiled so tenderly she blushed.



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6 Jam yang Berarti

Kisah berikut ini dikutip dari buku "Gifts From The Heart for Women"



Ada pasangan suami isteri yang sudah hidup beberapa lama tetapi belum mempunyai keturunan. Sejak 10 tahun yang lalu, sang istri terlibat aktif dalam kegiatan untuk menentang ABORSI,karena menurut pandangannya, aborsi berarti membunuh seorang bayi.

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New Kid Syndrome

 I loved my school last year. I was top of my class, student body president, in the school musical, into drama and art, on the swim team, and principal chair for band. I knew all my teachers, and I had some really good friends. I was unstoppable, on top of the world, no one could touch me - until I changed schools.

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"A Mother's Love"

A wise person once said,"to the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world." This inspirational saying illustrates the unconditional love a mother has for her child and the reciprocated admiration the child possesses for his or her mother. I have been blessed with a mother whom I consider to be one of the most influential people in my life. Her immense love for her family and unfaltering perseverance in the face of adversity makes her an amazing role

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Surat Kecil Untuk Tuhan (Puisi)


Tuhan..
Andai aku bisa kembali
Aku tidak ingin ada tangisan di dunia ini.

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Aku Pernah Datang dan Aku Sangat Penurut

Yu Yuan Gadis Kecil Berhati Malaikat. yang berjuang hidup dari Leukimia Ganas, setelah merasa tidak dapat disembuhkan lagi, ia rela melepaskan segala-galanya dan menyumbangkan untuk anak-anak lain yang masih punya harapan. Sungguh .. tak abis kata2 untuk Yu Yuan. Terima kasih telah memberikan contoh mulia kepada kami…

Kisah tentang seorang gadis kecil yang cantik yang memiliki sepasang bola mata yang indah dan hati yang lugu polos. Dia adalah seorang yatim piatu dan hanya sempat hidup di dunia ini selama delapan tahun. Satu kalimat terakhir yang ia tinggalkan di batu nisannya adalah saya pernah datang dan saya sangat penurut. Anak ini rela melepasakan pengobatan, padahal sebelumnya dia telah memiliki dana pengobatan sebanyak 540.000 dolar yang didapat dari perkumpulan orang Chinese seluruh dunia. Dan membagi dana tersebut menjadi tujuh bagian, yang dibagikan kepada tujuh anak kecil yang juga sedang berjuang menghadapi kematian. Dan dia rela melepaskan pengobatannya.

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Hati yang Menentukan Penampilan

Minggu siang di sebuah mall, seorang bocah lelaki umur 8 tahun berjalan menuju ke sebuah gerai tempat penjual eskrim. Karena pendek, ia terpaksa memanjat untuk bisa melihat si pramusaji. Penampilannya yg agak lusuh sangat kontras dgn suasana mall yg serba wangi & indah. “Mbak sundae cream harganya berapa?” si bocah bertanya “5.000″ yg ditanya menjawab Bocah itu kemudian merogoh recehan duit dari kantongnya. Ia menghitung recehan di tangannya dgn teliti, sementara si pramusaji menunggu dgn raut muka tidak sabar.

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Sayangi Saudaramu


Aku dilahirkan di sebuah dusun pegunungan yang sangat terpencil. Hari demi hari, orang tuaku membajak tanah kering kuning, dan punggung mereka menghadap ke langit. Aku mempunyai seorang adik, tiga tahun lebih muda dariku. Suatu ketika, untuk membeli sebuah sapu tangan yang mana semua gadis di sekelilingku kelihatannya membawanya, aku mencuri lima puluh sen dari laci ayahku. Ayah segera menyadarinya. Beliau membuat adikku dan aku berlutut di depan tembok, dengan sebuah tongkat bambu ditangannya. "Siapa yang mencuri uang itu?" Beliau bertanya. Aku terpaku, terlalu takut untuk berbicara. Ayah tidak mendengar siapa pun mengaku, jadi Beliau mengatakan, "Baiklah, kalau begitu, kalian berdua layak dipukul!" 
Dia mengangkat tongkat bambu itu tinggi-tinggi. Tiba-tiba, adikku mencengkeram tangannya dan berkata, "Ayah, aku yang melakukannya!"

Tongkat panjang itu menghantam punggung adikku bertubi-tubi. Ayah begitu marahnya sehingga ia terus-menerus mencambukinya sampai Beliau kehabisan nafas.

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Dia Datang Menjemput

Minggu,24 April .Pukul 09.00 pagi,Rika bersama orangtua nya sudah berada di muka loket sebuah rumah sakit di bilangan Jakarta Barat.Rika telah berusia 17 tahun,Rika menderita penyakit trombosit darah,sehingga mengakibatkan sel sel darah merahnya pun turut berkurang.Menurut istilah kedokteran,penyakit yang di deritanya termasuk ITP.


Empat tahun sebelumnya,di bulan yang sama,Rika juga pernah dirawat di rumah sakit yang sama dan dengan penyebab yang sama.Setelah hampir tiga minggu di rumah sakit,dokter pun kemudian mengijinkan pulang.”Rika,sudah sembuh. Jaga kesehatanny baik-baik,” demikian kata dokter.
Penyakit kehilangan trombosit darah memang tak dapat disembuhkan dengan obat.Trombosit darah hanya bisa diproduksi oleh tubuh si penderita.memang ada cara lain,yaitu dengan transplantasi trombosit,namun itupun belum menjamin,karena trombosit yang ditransfusikan,belum tentu  dapat berkembang di tubuh si penderita.
akhirnya Rika pun di rawat di Rumah Sakit itu. tidak berapa lama,rekan rekan sepelayanan di gereja Rika datang berkunjung ke rumah sakit itu dan siang itu kamar dimana Rika sedang dirawat di rumah sakit seakan seperti pasar.

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Glenna's Goal Book

In 1977 I was a single mother with three young daughters, a house payment, a car payment and a need to rekindle some dreams.
One evening I attended a seminar and heard a man speak on the I x V = R Principle. (Imagination mixed with Vividness becomes Reality.) The speaker pointed out that the mind thinks in pictures, not in words. And as we vividly picture in our mind what we desire, it will become a reality.
This concept struck a chord of creativity in my heart. I knew the Biblical truth that the Lord gives us "the desires of our heart" (Psalms 37:4) and that "as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he" (Proverbs 23:7). I was determined to take my written prayer list and turn it into pictures. I began cutting up old magazines and gathering pictures that depicted the "desires of my heart." I arranged them in an expensive photo album and waited expectantly.

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I Think I Can!

Rocky Lyons, the son of New York Jets defensive end Marty Lyons, was five years old when he was driving through rural Alabama with his mother, Kelly. He was asleep on the front seat of their pickup truck, with his feet resting on her lap.

As his mom drove carefully down the winding two lane country road, she turned onto a narrow bridge. As she did, the truck hit a pothole and slid off the road, and the right front wheel got stuck in a rut. Fearing the truck would tip over, she attempted to jerk it back up onto the road by pressing hard on the gas pedal and spinning the steering wheel to the left. But Rocky's foot got caught between her leg and the steering wheel and she lost control of the pickup truck.

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