When I die.

[Mosquito]

I hope is while having sex.

 

[Beef Jerky]

A story I read the other day. This was her wish.

It was a dark December night a year ago when 62-year-old Mike Hendrycks’ phone rang.
The call was from a couple whose seven-year-old daughter lay up in a big bed at London’s Children’s Hospital, barely any life left in her to live.
Her dying wish was to meet the real Santa Claus.

They’d heard Hendrycks was the best.
Could he come tonight, they asked? Their precious angel was almost gone.
It was unlike any request he’d had before, and, at first he hesitated.

What could he give this little girl? It was more than an hour’s drive to get from his home in Sombra, to London.
Could he really make a difference?

But, Santa Claus was a role he’d played countless times before. A pipefitter by trade, Hendrycks had been transforming himself into St. Nicholas for years.

For generations, his family has been fascinated with the gift-giving saint. Hendrycks’ great uncle was the confessor for Pope Pius XII and used his time in Rome to conduct deep research on St. Nick.
For years, Hendrycks had spent his December days and nights visiting church congregations and school groups, telling them the true story of Santa Claus and striving to reveal to listeners the real meaning of Christmas.

He thought for a minute, and agreed.
How could he not afford this little girl her dying wish?
He told her parents he’d be there first thing in the morning.
It was 8:30 a.m. when he arrived at the hospital, dressed like the jolly old elf.

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry and his snow-white beard turned heads as he made his way through the corridors and into the little girl’s room.
It’s a day he will never forget.

She was tiny, taking up only a small bit of space in her bed, with curly brown hair and pale skin. She looked tired and worn, but her eyes lit up when she saw him.
Just liked he’d done with hundreds of kids before, Hendrycks asked her what she wanted for Christmas. A year later, tears still flow as he recalls her response.
“I don’t want anything. I’m going to die and I want to give what I have to other people,” Hendrycks remembers her saying.

“Since you travel around the world and you know all the children, I want you to give my organs to as many children as I can,” she said.
He glanced anxiously at her parents. They nodded.
Of course, he said.

They spent the next two hours talking and learning about each other. Then, she interrupted him and told him he’d better hurry along. Being Santa Claus and all, she understood he was busy.
Hendrycks spent the entire day at the Children’s Hospital, visiting every child he could before making the long drive back to Sombra.

The next day his phone rang again. It was the little girl’s parents, calling to tell him she had died in the night. Seven of her organs were donated, six of them to other children.
Hendrycks was humbled.

“I really didn’t want to go and drive all the way to London that day,” he said. “But after visiting with her, I spent most of the day wandering around that hospital, making sure that I saw kids ... It’s something that’s inspired me to help people. Go out of your way to that because that’s what Christmas is all really about. It’s the spirit in your heart.”

 

[Art Mann]

... It’s something that’s inspired me to help people. Go out of your way to that because that’s what Christmas is all really about. It’s the spirit in your heart.”

Thanks for a touching story with an always relevant message.

 

[cycleguy007]

Christmas time seems to be the time of year for touching stories... I rec'd this one the other day...

WHITE ROSES

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys, and wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered whom the doll was for. I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, “Are you sure I don’t have enough money”. She replied a bit impatiently, “You know that you don’t have enough money for it.” The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.

The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy whom the doll was for. He said, “It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it.” I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said “No, Santa can’t go where my sister is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her”. I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, “She has gone to be with Jesus”. My Daddy says that Mama is going to have to go be with her. My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said, I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store”. Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he’d had taken at the front of the store. He said “I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don’t ever forget me. I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister.” I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, “Shall we count that money one more time? He grew excited and said, “Yes, I just know it has to be enough”.

So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, “Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money.” Then the boy said “I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister. And he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a white rose, but I didn’t ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mama. “She loves white roses so very, very much”.

In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.

And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming

:sorry2:

 

[Wanker]

Christmas time seems to be the time of year for touching stories... I rec'd this one the other day...

>>> WHITE ROSES
>>>
>>> I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute >>> Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I >>> would >>> be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning >>> to >>> become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through >>> Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the >>> toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of >>> all these toys, and wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. >I >>> found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a >little >>> boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held >>> her >>> so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at >>> the >>> little boy and wondered whom the doll was for. I watched him turn to a >>> woman >>> and he called his aunt by name and said, “Are you sure I don’t have >enough >>> money”. She replied a bit impatiently, “You know that you don’t have >>> enough >>> money for it.” The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere that she >>> had >>> to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And >then >>> she left the aisle.
>>>
>>> The boy continued to hold the doll. After a bit I asked the boy whom >>> the >>> doll was for. He said, “It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for >>> Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it.” I told him that >maybe >>> Santa was going to bring it. He said “No, Santa can’t go where my sister >>> is...I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her”. I asked him >>> where >>> his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, “She has >>> gone to be with Jesus”. My Daddy says that Mama is going to have to go be >>> with her. My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me >>> again >>> and said, I told my Daddy to tell Mama not to go. I told him to tell her >>> to >>> wait till I got back from the store”. Then he asked me if I wanted to see >>> his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he’d >>> had taken at the front of the store. He said “I want my Mamma to take >this >>> with her so she don’t ever forget me. I love my Mama so very much and I >>> wish >>> she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my >>> sister.” I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so >>> very quiet. >>> While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a >>> handful of bills. I asked the little boy, “Shall we count that money one >>> more time? He grew excited and said, “Yes, I just know it has to be >>> enough”.

>>> So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it >>> was plenty for the doll. He softly said, “Thank you Jesus for giving me >>> enough money.” Then the boy said “I just asked Jesus to give me enough >>> money to buy this doll so Mama can take it with her to give to my sister. >>> And he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mama a >>> white rose, but I didn’t ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll >>> and >>> a rose for my Mama. “She loves white roses so very, very much”.

>>> In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I >>> could >>> not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in >a >>> totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering >a >>> story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk >>> driver >>> hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious >>> condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. >>> Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

>>> Two days later I read in the paper where the family had disconnected >>> the >>> life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little >>> boy >>> and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that >>> day, >>> I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and >>> took >>> them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
>>>
>>> And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful >doll, >>> and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my >>> life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister >>> and >>> his mother was overwhelming.
>>>

:sorry2:

:Crying/::Crying/:

 

[LickingGravity]

When I die and they lay me to rest

 

[BeatIT]

 

[HOF]

I'll be dead and won't care what the heck happens.:biggrin2:

 

[oldguyzer]

Wow...resurrecting a 15 months old thread. For....what?

 

[papasmerf]

Wow...resurrecting a 15 months old thread. For....what?

it appears to be politics by the one who sought to Phoenix this thread

 

[Madman]

I love old thread. so many departed members in here. Jesus, cycleguy, licking gravity:Crying/: