mga istoryang nakakaantig...

[karen]

hallo! mahilig akong magbasa ng mga istoryang nakakaantig ng damdamin, lalo na pag hndi mo maisip isip kung paano ang gagawing twist ng may akda sa kanyang obra...
kya eto naisipan kong gumawa ng isang folder na maglalaman ng mga istoryang magbibigay sa inyo ng iba't ibang emosyon, feel free to share ur stories too!!
enjoy reading!!!
God bless! ;D

[karen]

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon
to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the
room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs,
their involvement in the military service, where they had been on
vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up,
he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things
he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods
where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity
and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model
boats.
Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a
fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the
man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine
the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing
by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In
his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths
only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had
died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the
hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be
moved next to the window.
The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was
comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his
first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have
compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful
things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the
wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."



Epilogue:

"There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own
situations"

"Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is
doubled"

"If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that
money can't buy"

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."




The origin of this letter is unknown....

[karen]

A good reminder: take time to appreciate what you have now.

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the
supermarket to buy the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the
people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go...'
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it was over. I started to curse the prices, wondering if kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old pressing a doll
against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?' The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.' Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to give this doll to. 'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her
when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My
sister has gone to be with God. Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister'. My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mummy not to go
> yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.' 'I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few bills and said to the boy. What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money?' 'Ok' he said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money' then he looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I lept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me' 'I also wanted to
have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You know, my mummy loves white roses. A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young
lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy in mind, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

[karen]

Tree, Leaf and Wind

Tree
People call me "Tree".

I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her.

I felt that if she were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately & I didn't have to give up eve rything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years.

She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled & said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something & watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her & ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she was laughing & joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too.

When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles & best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled & I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence?

During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, "Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"



Leaf

People call me Leaf.

During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.

I liked him & I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn't he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn't like me, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.

At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He's like the cool & gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled & didn't ask me to stay.

Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask her to stay.




Wind
they call me wind

Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him.

One day, she didn't appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accepts the note. The next day, she appeared & passes me a note and left.

It read, "Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away."

"It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree." I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.

Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could n't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.

Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay...




Don't believe in destiny; Think of reality.
If you really love that person... fight for it.
Destiny is just an excuse of letting things happen
instead of making things happen.

[karen]

~DEATH~



WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT!!!!!

A sick man turned to his doctor,
as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,
"Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side."

Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know?
You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door;
on the other side came a sou nd of scratching and whining,
and as he opened the door,
a dog sprang into the room
and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
"Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here,
and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side of death,
but I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough."

[karen]

Message: THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!! TRY NOT TO CRY'
Message: Sally jumped up as soon as she saw
the surgeon
come out of the operating room. She said: "How is
my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can
I see him?"





The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could,
but your boy didn't make it."





Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer?
Doesn't God care any more? Where were you,
God, when my son needed you?"




The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time
alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out
in a few minutes, before he's transported to the
university."





Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she
said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly
through his thick red curly hair.

"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse
asked.





Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the
boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to
Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to
donate his body to the University for Study. He
said it might help somebody else. "I said no at
first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after
I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend
one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My
Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of
someone else. Always wanting to help others if he
could."





Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for
the last time, after spending most of the last six
months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's
belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The
drive home was difficult. It was even harder to
enter
the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings,
and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her
son's room. She started placing the model cars
and other personal things back in his room exactly
where he had always kept them. She laid down
across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried
herself to sleep.





It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying
beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The
letter said:

"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but
don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop
loving
you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE
YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with
each day. Someday we will see each other again.
Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you
won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can
have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you
decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't
like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy
her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be
sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place.
Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got
here and showed me around some, but it will take
a long time to see everything. The angels are so
cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know
what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures.
Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus
himself took me to see GOD! And guess what,
Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him,
like I was somebody important. That's when I told
Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you
good-bye and everything. But I already knew that
wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God
handed me some paper and His own personal pen
to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name
of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to
you. God said for me to give you the answer to
one
of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He
when I needed him?' "God said He was in the
same place with me, as when His son Jesus was
on the cross. He was right there, as He always is
with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what
I've written except you. To everyone else this is
just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have
to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write
some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I
get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm,
sure the food will be great.





Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore.
The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't
stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to
see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent
The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel
said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?


Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

[Tebulats]

Nabasa ko last week yung "A walk to remember" ni Nicholas Sparks.

So far yun pa lang ang nabasa ko sa English novel na nakantig sa kin. Grabeh, talagang tulo yung luha ko. Its a beautiful yet very sad (ending) love story of two young couples. sayang di ko pa napanood yung movie version nito kasi wala akong hilig sa ganitong klaseng movies. Well its not too late for me naman kasi available na sha sa vcd. I hope i can get one soon.

Meron pa akong nabasa a very long time ago (way back in high school) the 1st english novel na nabasa ko..... natandaan ko yung title (His cousins wife) pati na yung story saka yung mga characters & the cover.... except for author. Hay, I search for too long kahit pa sa Recto kasi hiniram yung copy ko di na naibalik. Anyway, its under Mills & Boons, ang hirap talaga pag vintage novels na!

[pURpLe_RaiNe18]

i got a handful of stories na nakakaantig...grabe collection ko pa mula nun 2ndyear hs ako at ngaun 2nd yr college na...pero sa kasamaan palad hindi ko pa siya naayos ng mabuti...goodluck naman kasi sa aking katamaran sa katawan na isang sakit!nyarkz...harhar...

ms. vanessa's stories are so touching....and mushy too...but hell i love her stories so much na ang libro niya ay hindi ko na ipapalit sa aking manong suki ng pbs...harhar!

...i'll see if i can post some of my collection here too...

[sheila]

hi karen!!ganda nman ng story na pinost mo.nakakaantig talaga ng damdamin..i actually cried.di ko napagilan buti nlang mag isa lang ako d2 sa bahay..ehehehe..
sana may magdagdag pa..^-^

[femzlim]

Hello Karen... Grave ang mga stories mo... Naiiyak na ako pero pinipigilan ko lang dahil nandito ako sa isang computer shop... Haaay! grave talaga. Saan ka ba kumukuha ng mga stories mo? I really want to read this kind of stories...

[carmilina]

aw......


kakaiyak yun story ni karen.........

huhuhu

[lourdes-khulotzky]

karen, kakaiyak naman yang mga story mo...

pwede yan sa chicken soup....

[elyich]

ganda ng mga story mo karen... naishare ko na to sa kapatid at mga cousin ko..........

[melanie]

the leaf tried so hard to hold on... but the tree just let her go... yet, after the story, what will happen to the leaf? you cant expect the wind to always carry her away. someday, she'll have to fall to the ground. what will be the cause for that? could it be that the wind got tired of carrying her, or because she would realize that leaves werent meant to fly?

nababaliw na yata ako...

[aswin]

its k.