Touching story of a Mother & Son

 

 

My mom only had one eye. I hated her, she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market.She collected little weeds and such to sell, anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment.There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.

 

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.

 

Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.

 

That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

 

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.

 

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!"... It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.

 

And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out here now!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

 

Then a wave of relief came upon me... one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.

 

She wrote...

 

My Son,
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.

 

You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine... I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young around me.

 

I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me. My world shattered! Then I cried for the person who lived for me. My Mother.

 

DONT MISS A DATE WITH YOUR MOTHER

Dont Miss A Date With Your Mother

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?

"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. They can't wait to hearabout our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my mother died. It happened so suddenly that I did not get to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place where mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family.

Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

TOUCHING STORY

Story - Very very touching




The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

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 there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take 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 mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy 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 said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough..' I added some of my money to his with out 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 last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough
money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

'My mommy loves white roses.'


A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

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 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her 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, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us... pass this on.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving... repost it as a story that touches .

STORY

A Painful Regret

10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called
"best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.

Forgiveness of Sins

A missionary on one of the islands was sitting in his cool seaside hut one day when one of the village women came in, carrying a handful of dripping sand she had just picked up off the beach. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. "It looks like sand," said the missionary. "Do you know why I brought it here?" she asked. "No. I can't imagine why," the padre answered. "Well, these are my sins," the women explained. "My sins are as countless as the sands of the sea. How can I ever obtain forgiveness for all of them.?" "You got that sand down by the shore, didn't you?" said the missionary. "Well, take it back there, and pile it up into a heaping mound of sand at the water's edge. Then you sit back and watch the tide come in and slowly wash away the pile altogether. That is how God's forgiveness works."...

In Isaiah 1:18 God says to the people: "Now, let's settle this matter. You are stained red with sin, but I will wash you as clean as snow. Although your stains are deep red, you will be as white as wool."

A TALK ON ‘THE LIFE AFTER NYSC’ GIVEN BY BRIGHT AIYANYOR AGHEDO

A TALK ON ‘THE LIFE AFTER NYSC’ GIVEN BY BRIGHT AIYANYOR AGHEDO TO THE YEAR 2011 GRADUATING STUDENTS OF THE NIGERIA FEDERATION OF CATHOLIC STUDENTS (NFCS), EBONYI STATE UNIVERSITY, ABAKALIKI ON THIS DAY THE 8^TH OF NOVEMBER, 2011; DELIVERED ON HIS BEHALF BY ORJI CHUKWUDI.

Dear friends i sincerely apologise for not making it flesh and blood to be with you on this your great celebration; painful though, but i thank God Almighty for his grace and mercies in your life as you move from one step in life unto another.

I was asked to talk on the life after NYSC! Interesting topic indeed that will open up alot of what you will call wounds and proffer healing to them. Wounds I call them, challenges ahead you will call them, but in all, they are all what most graduates will experience.

Good news! I bring you the first good news. Not all of you will just leave without going back into the classroom to retake a carry-over. I know some of you may be sad over this, but rejoice and say to yourself all things worketh together unto good for them that believeth in the Lord their God. I am a living testimony of what the world will call carry-over turned into favour, that of over 200 students in my set of Business Education Department, i am among the first 2 or 3 best graduating students; courtesy, a first semester carry-over in my final year. Please don’t say that i am diverting from the real talk but rather, i am trying to establish a premise on which my topic of the day could be well understood.

Good news!! Not all of you gathered here will go to NYSC the same time. There is time for everything under the earth says the Holy Bible. So therefore pray that your time should not come before or after the designed period but it should be the time God want it to be. Without being vain glorious, my time in the NYSC was the most rewarding one though not fully utilized, this i will tell you in the course of my talk.

Now the talk for the day. Life after NYSC.

The characteristics of this life include: loneliness, anger, regret, fear, dejection, repression, despair etc. These are the first characteristics of this life. Only those who will overcome these horrors will enjoy the following: joy, peace, happiness, productivity, increase etc. These are the fruit of patience, tolerance, dedication and faith in God.

Life after NYSC starts from the day you are given the discharge certificate. This is a day of horror! This is the day you will come in touch with the reality of adulthood. This will be the day that friends will turn foes and foes friends. This will be the day family members will see a monster in you and you see a scaring lion in your house. This will be the day the heavens will seems not to give more rain and the night will have sunshine. This will be the end of federal allowance and payment from your places of primary assignment. Above all, this will be the day you will take the greatest decision of your life weather to continue with your God or the contrary. But friends, am not here to put fear in you but rather open your minds to the truth of the life after NYSC. Thank God I have jumped some of these huddles, but yet i still have to do alot to meet up the task of life through the help of God; Philippians 4:13.

Colleagues, from the very moment your discharge certificate is given to you, you automatically add to the population of unemployed employable and unemployable Nigerians. You automatically become a man or woman of your own. Heaven help you if you never saved even for your transportation home. On the day i got my discharge certificate in Lafia, Nasarawa State, i couldn’t laugh nor rejoice; that was a mistake and ingratitude! I saw men weep while gazing at their certificate. I saw angels not smiling and babies celebrating. This was the day that many lost their lives and other valuables. This was the day a girl who just passed out went into the bank to withdraw money for her travel only to be hit down by a vehicle, therefore ending the life of such a presumed innocent young girl i will call her.

Colleagues, i believe we are progressing? The life after NYSC is a period where you will look at your Dad and cannot ask him any question; it is the period where so much is required from you in your home; again, heaven help you if you couldn’t safe any money to survive you after the service year. Friends, it will be a period you are expected to be closer to God your creator and know that alone you can’t do anything, but with God, all things are possible. Friends, this will be the period where loneliness will turn you into something else, but only the disciplined will save their lives and keep believing God for his kindness.

Friends, i work today as an Internal Auditor in Benin City, receiving as salary what i will still thank God is sustaining me through though but ye still experiencing the life huddle after NYSC. Only yesterday, i went to check on a house i am to rent, one room self contained for N90, 000 a year. Some of you may say, where you leaved in school is even more expensive than that, but the truth now is that ‘you will be the one to pay’ not mummy or daddy. I spend about N9,000 on fuelling the car on a month, all from the little salary! Small it may sound but all are to be satisfied from yet the small salary; Life after NYSC!

Friends, my best advice is that a wise son continues looking for a job even after getting a job. You must come in term with the struggles of Life. Friends, you have to decide today what percentage of your monthly allowance wills you safe? You must decide today whether to remain with God or the contrary.

Shockers of the life after NYSC:

1.       Decrease in real friends

2.       Decrease in income to be saved

3.       Adulthood.

4.       Increase in foes Etc.

This is the beginning of work life. This will be the time when you will see certain jobs and say ‘What was the essence of my going to school ‘? This is when graduates pray to get a N20, 000 jobs or even less. Stand your ground and say to yourself: I am important... prophesy greatness into your life, but pick up that N20, 000 job and start from there.

Friends, safe and safe during your NYSC, because you will need the money for transportation for interviews, recharge cards, browsing, boyfriend and girlfriend etc. Your parents may not be ready to give you a dime, but you have something to fall back to.

In conclusion friends, the life after NYSC is the beginning of the real life. A period of independence and freedom of choice which may likewise be limited. It is better to stand your ground during this period and believe that you are specially made by God. Put your hope in God alone because a whole lot of people you trusted so much will be the first to betray you.  Do your best to build-up your skills during NYSC, put up applications in many companies as you could during NYSC. Be very close to God and he will be close to you. Remember this:

‘The Lord God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.’ Phil. 4:19

I sincerely apologise for my inability to be here to felicitate with you, but know that God will make your weakness into strength and increase his grace in your life in Jesus Christ name. Amen.

God bless you.

Blessed Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa was born Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu in Skopje*, Macedonia, on August 26**, 1910. Her family was of Albanian descent. At the age of twelve, she felt strongly the call of God. She knew she had to be a missionary to spread the love of Christ. At the age of eighteen she left her parental home in Skopje and joined the Sisters of Loreto, an Irish community of nuns with missions in India. After a few months' training in Dublin she was sent to India, where on May 24, 1931, she took her initial vows as a nun. From 1931 to 1948 Mother Teresa taught at St. Mary's High School in Calcutta, but the suffering and poverty she glimpsed outside the convent walls made such a deep impression on her that in 1948 she received permission from her superiors to leave the convent school and devote herself to working among the poorest of the poor in the slums of Calcutta. Although she had no funds, she depended on Divine Providence, and started an open-air school for slum children. Soon she was joined by voluntary helpers, and financial support was also forthcoming. This made it possible for her to extend the scope of her work. On October 7, 1950, Mother Teresa received permission from the Holy See to start her own order, "The Missionaries of Charity", whose primary task was to love and care for those persons nobody was prepared to look after. In 1965 the Society became an International Religious Family by a decree of Pope Paul VI.
Today the order comprises Active and Contemplative branches of Sisters and Brothers in many countries. In 1963 both the Contemplative branch of the Sisters and the Active branch of the Brothers was founded. In 1979 the Contemplative branch of the Brothers was added, and in 1984 the Priest branch was established.
The Society of Missionaries has spread all over the world, including the former Soviet Union and Eastern European countries. They provide effective help to the poorest of the poor in a number of countries in Asia, Africa, and Latin America, and they undertake relief work in the wake of natural catastrophes such as floods, epidemics, and famine, and for refugees. The order also has houses in North America, Europe and Australia, where they take care of the shut-ins, alcoholics, homeless, and AIDS sufferers.
The Missionaries of Charity throughout the world are aided and assisted by Co-Workers who became an official International Association on March 29, 1969. By the 1990s there were over one million Co-Workers in more than 40 countries. Along with the Co-Workers, the lay Missionaries of Charity try to follow Mother Teresa's spirit and charism in their families.
Mother Teresa's work has been recognised and acclaimed throughout the world and she has received a number of awards and distinctions, including the Pope John XXIII Peace Prize (1971) and the Nehru Prize for her promotion of international peace and understanding (1972). She also received the Balzan Prize (1979) and the Templeton and Magsaysay awards.