Read this and cleanse your conscience

Note: this story might bring tears in your eyes.

The headman of a big tribe had a beautiful daughter, who fell in Love with a boy who was an ordinary poor person. When the people of the tribe came to know about their love, they did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that the two lovers left their homes for a happy future. The people of the tribe started searching for the two lovers but they could not find them.

At last, they accepted their love and asked them in a Newspaper to come back. The people said that if u both come back we will marry u, we accept that u loved each other truly. So in this way their love won and the age old attitide of the tribe took a beating.

The couple went to the city for shopping for the wedding.he was wearing a white traditional dress, and was crossing the road when a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The girl lost her senses.

After a long time she recovered and accepted that her Love has died. One night she was sleeping in her home with her family. Her mother had a dream in which she saw a fairy.

That fairy asked her mother to wash the blood spots of the guy from her daughter's clothes as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream.

Next night the father saw the same dream, he also ignored it. Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes on which there were blood spots. She washed the spots but some remained. Next night she again had the same dream and this time that Fairy gave her last warning to wash the blood spots, else something terrible will happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the spots, the clothes tore, but some spots still remained. In the evening on same day when she was all alone, someone knocked the door, when she opened the door she saw the fairy at the door. She got very scared and fainted.

The fairy woke her up, and gave her an object.that awe-struck girl asked "what is This? to which the fairy replied ..."Why dont you use TIDE detergent ..."

Don't look for me. I myself am searching for the person who sent this to Me!!!

Peace & Blessings

-- Xavier (xavier_david24@yahoo.com), July 10, 2002

Answers

My prayers are with you little girl. To the top.

-- Xavier (xavier_david24@yahoo.com), July 10, 2002.

OK, I'll be the bad guy.

Xavier,

I can't, for the life of me, figure out what this fable means to anyone's faith journey. It's not even a religious joke (like, "Two priests walk into a bar...").

I guess it would have been funny if the story ended with the parents washing their bloodied car or something like that. Either way, can we all follow the rules of the forum and place posts that are relevant, and save these jokes for emails to friends/family?

Sorry for the lecture...

Mateo

-- (MattElFeo@netscape.net), July 10, 2002.

O…come on Mateo. Be sparkling! Don’t be dim. Enjoy existence in Christ. After all didn’t some one utter that laughter is the best pill?

What system to follow Mateo my friend? Rules are made so they can be broken down. It is natural. Don’t you witness the canon broken down when people say things like striking some ones skull with hammer (David don’t be emotional J), or murdering on the internet or some horde of canon lawyers (?) in disagreement, on this forum?

Virtually every thread that starts has nearly 50% waste in it due to 2 people in disagreement.

A censored journalist serves censored food, at times foul in taste.

I email emotions only to my acquaintances, but then you all are my friends and brothers in Christ.

Hope you recognize that. If this doesn’t please your homily than I turn my other cheek, with dimple on it J.

Peace & Prayers

PS : I’ll say some prayers for you, Mateo. David could you please provide me the name of patron Saints of Laughter? :-)

-- Xavier (xavier_david24@yahoo.com), July 11, 2002.

Mateo, This one is for our friendship :-) Take a little wine and enjoy. Hope you'll en up rosy.

THE ROSE

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library.

Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart.

A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York.

"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.

I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat.

And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said this was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.

"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

Hope you are warm in the heart :-) Peace & Prayers PS : David, just anticipating, this makes you a little romantic. Wish if HE would have been here. HE would have surely proven himself again to be good beloved and ultimately would end up being a legend. :-) Emerald your post on that Does Money Matter thread made me very emotional. Thanks for that post as it was much nearer to reality.

-- Xavier (xavier_david24@yahoo.com), July 11, 2002.

Xavier writes:

"Hope you are warm in the heart"

I read the recent story (your last post) many years ago. It's one of my favorites.

Xavier writes:

"Be sparkling! Don?t be dim. Enjoy existence in Christ. After all didn?t some one utter that laughter is the best pill?"

Xavier, it's not that I don't have a sense of humor. I simply don't see think that your original joke was funny. If laughter is the best pill, you'll have to give better pills. ;-)

Xavier writes:

"Rules are made so they can be broken down. It is natural. Don?t you witness the canon broken down when people say things like striking some ones skull with hammer (David don?t be emotional J), or murdering on the internet or some horde of canon lawyers (?) in disagreement, on this forum?"

Xavier, is English your native language? If it is not, I want to let you know that when I speak in other languages (Spanish, Portuguese) and others don't understand me, I make the assumption that it is my fault, not their fault.

Xavier writes:

"David could you please provide me the name of patron Saints of Laughter? :-)"

Could we also get the patron saint of comedians to aid in those who want to make us laugh? ;^)

"I?ll say some prayers for you, Mateo."

Always appreciated! You're in my prayers. Xavier, you've got a cool name!

Enjoy,

Mateo

PS--Aren't you too white to say "J"?

-- (MattElFeo@netscape.net), July 11, 2002.

Mateo, ROSE will always be my darling. Promise to give you better pills in the future. Regarding what is my native language, “no comments please” (agree there were typing errors, due to certain unavoidable circumstances and will be in future for a period).

If you cannot understand me, you can have my other cheek and apology. You are always welcome to nail me on the cross for my language.:-) This should not put me off from posting.

Do tell me if you know any patron Saint of Comedians J.

Once again, thank you for keeping me in prayers. I am in a situation (don’t want to discuss) where I am all left alone and lonely. Your prayers would be of great help in this situation.

Peace & Prayers

PS: The big “J” was a keyboard error. Sorry for that. [:-)

-- Xavier (xavier_david24@yahoo.com), July 12, 2002.

X enjoyed the second joke, wont comment on the first one, I must have missed the punchline. Sorry to hear youre not in good spirits I will pray for you tonight. God Bless

-- kiwi (csisherwood@hotmail.com), July 12, 2002.

Xavier writes:

"You are always welcome to nail me on the cross for my language"

Hey, it's always nice to crucify another Christian when he's in need. :-)

Xavier, I pray that Jesus gives you peace and comfort to help you through your loneliness.

All my best,

Mateo

-- (MattElFeo@netscape.net), July 12, 2002.

Crucify another Christian and set Barabbas free ? Correct me if I am wrong :-)

Jesus died for our sins, for which sins of yours are you nailing me? Is it my language? Or ...........?

Peace & Prayers

PS: Mateo are you using Fred’s claw hammer (which was tested on David) to crucify me on the Internet?

-- (xavier_david24@yahoo.com), July 12, 2002.

Xavier, I was just kidding! :-)

All my best,

Mateo

-- (MattElFeo@netscape.net), July 12, 2002.

Xavier,

I've heard that story before; it is great. Thanks for posting it. Maybe you should post it in that "does money matter" thread. It seems that it might help some people realize true compassion and hearfelt love. Thank you again.

In Christ.

-- Jake Huether (jake.huether@lamrc.com), July 12, 2002.

Hello, my friend Xavier

I am trying to get that death threat with the hammer sunk into my skull out of my mind! It gave me nigtmares for weeks. :-)

I won't mention any names, because I don't want to see "Stormin Norman" come flying in here screaming at me. Everything has been so peaceful. But I think He will be back next week, and that's fine too!

I will offer up my fifteen St. Bridget prayers for your Xavier later tonight. (I give you my word). You are welcome to e-mail me anytime. I do hope you feel better. Keep that chin up, and better days are ahead. It will only get better from here.

I took the time to look up some Saints for you even though I am very busy. The patron Saints for comedians are St. Genesius, St.Lawrence, and St.Vitus.

Take off that Superman cape, Mateo :-)

God bless you both.

David

-- David (David@excite.com), July 12, 2002.

David writes:

"Take off that Superman cape, Mateo :-)"

Hey, I thought I was going crazy until Kiwi spoke up and said that he missed the punchline of the original joke, also. David, would you explain to me why it's funny? I'm slooooowwwww...must be the kryptonite :-)

God bless you, David. And thanks for the saints of comedy!

Mateo

-- (MattElFeo@netscape.net), July 12, 2002.

You're welcome Mateo. You have a great weekend. God bless you.

-- David (David@excite.com), July 12, 2002.

Fred's threat was to use a "ballpeen" hammer, not a "claw" hammer, on David. Here's a ballpeen -----

Oh and, Xavier, no offense, but --- first "joke" = not funny. Ask St. Vitus for help.

-- Tester (TooLong@the.Fair), July 13, 2002.

Hello, Tester

Are you trying to give me nightmares again? I had a very rough time dealing with that death threat. I had to sleep with a light on for months after that.

Now I find myself intimidated to be around bikers on honda's. And now I see this picture of the potential murder weapon. :P)

You don't care that I have to sleep with the light on!

-- David (David@excite.com), July 14, 2002.

Don't worry, David. Fred's bark is probably worse than his bite -- mucho talk and poco action.
Well, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he thought you had a very stubborn, hard head and could endure the pounding!
May you be preserved from nightmares now.

-- Tester (TooLong@the.Fair), July 14, 2002.

Hello, Xavier

I hope everything is getting better for you. I havn't read any of your posts in a week. I will keep praying for you. Rember what I told you about Mother Seton going to bat for you if you need it!

God bless you

David S

-- David (David@excite.com), July 20, 2002.