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Hi Sara,
One Pair of Hands does equal two hands. Yes, you found the right one. The other one that you uploaded also portrayed the message that I was trying to send as well.
A few years ago, I was diagnosed as Manic Depressive with Suicidal tendencies. I am doing my best at this point to surpress these feelings. You and others are helping me tremendously and I thank GOD for your friendship.
A few years ago, I was in a position where I had not eaten for about two days, was completely broke and trying to get back home to Massachusetts. My gas tank was on empty, I pulled off the highway and drove into a church parking lot. I tried to find someone to talk to and entered a hall. There was a table in the corner and I noticed some coats draped on chairs and some pocketbooks. One of the pocketbooks had a $20.00 bill sticking out. There was no one in the hall and I reached for the pocketbook. My hand trembled and I began to cry. I pulled my hand back away from the pocketbook, went back out to my car, sat there and cried. A couple of minutes went by and I heard a tapping on my window. I rolled the window down and the preacher asked, "Why didn't you take the money?" I said, "Because it was not mine to take." I told him my story and said that I was trying to get home. My stomach growled and he asked me how long had it been since I ate. I told him about two days. He sent me to a nearby gas station. When I got there, the attendant pointed to a restaurant nearby and told me to go get something to eat. I said that I had no money to which he replied, "That has been taken care of." I had a great meal and when I asked for a doggie bag I was given a full meal for later. In the meantime my gas tank had been filled and my oil was changed. I returned to the church to find the preacher. I thanked him and asked why he was so kind to me. He explained that the reason that the pockerbooks were on the table was that the women parishoners were in the chapel praying for the safe return of their husbands who were coming back from deployment. I chose to walk away rather than take their lifes savings. The waitress at the restaurant had given me a pack of cigarettes. Back on the road I had been driving for about four or five hours and turned into a rest area to get some rest. I ate a little bit and with what little change I had, I got a cup of coffee. I dodn't have that many cigarettes left but lit one up. For some reason I opened the glove compartment. Three packs of cigarettes fell out along with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a hand written note and another envelope. The note read "GOD BLESS YOU for being honest...Have a safe trip home. The women thank you. In the next envelope was a collection that the women had taken up. $200.00 and a note saying "God be with you."
I have always known that GOD has been protecting me, and I know that a lot of good will come from our present situation, but it still hurts to see Shirley suffer.
GOD BLESS YOU
~Mike~
http://www.countryvalues65.com
(P.S. Don't forget to vote POTW)
(P.P.S. If you live in Indianapolis I still have Golf Umbrellas for only $8.00 each. It is raining)
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