Inspirational Stories

When they got to the house it was a blaze. Neighbors were outside screaming, “there are children inside, hurry”. Some of the fireman ran into the burning house with their hoses to find the children, while the others started putting water on the burning house with long heavy hoses. Inside the smoke was thick and it was hard to see. They could not find the children so they split up. Each one took a different direction. Then the call came in; the only child still in the house was a little girl. The smoke was thick and the flames were hot. It was an awful place to be, but all the firemen could think of was the little girl.

As one of the men were crawling on the floor, he felt something. As he touched it she moved. He hollered out, “I have her”. As he turned around to head out, the fireman tucked her into his coat; he could hardly see anything. He wasn’t sure which way to go because he was so intent on finding the girl. “Which way did I come,” he thought. He was completely disorientated.

Then he saw a woman; she was standing against the burning wall. She was lit up by the flames and she was wearing a long flowing dress; but she was not burning. He noticed she was pointing toward another place that looked like another wall. She didn’t say a word she just pointed. He decided to follow her lead. As he crawled along the floor with the little girl in his coat he noticed that the woman was leading him to a door. He started to move faster being careful of the girl; remembering to share the oxygen with her so she could breathe. Soon they were outside in the fresh air. He looked around but could not find the woman that had saved them both. Where had she gone? He had only looked away for a second and she was gone. It was then that he realized that she was an Angel sent by God to save them both.

Both the Fireman and the little girl had some smoke inhalation; after some medical attention they both recovered completely. Thank God for Angels!

A few years ago I heard this beautiful story about a family that had a premature baby. The baby girl was so tiny no one thought that she would make it. She was taken to the prenatal unit at the hospital and spent a long time there. All of the families friends, people in their church and their entire community were praying for this little baby girl to live. He parents spent many long hours by her, touching her, talking to her and praying for her. Finally after many months they were able to take her home. It was amazing that she was doing so well. No one could believe it. This tiny little baby struggled to live and now was thriving.

Years later she was at her brothers little league game. It had been a beautiful day, sunny and warm. She was having the best time running around and cheering her big brother on. Suddenly it began to cool down, clouds that were once puffy white were now turning dark gray. Then it started to rain. The little girl ran to her mother and sat on her lap. She told her mother” That’s what he smells like, just like the rain.” Her mother said “Who are you talking about.” She said ” You know it was him, I slept on his chest and he kept me warm and safe when I was little.” The mother knew exactly who she was talking about. It was when she was in the hospital. It was God and the Angels that were holding her.

Every time it rains, I think of this story. I love this story, I hope you do to.

Last April(07) I woke up as if someone had just stabed me in the foot with a pin. I sat up in a split seccond from being asleep. I jumped up and headed to the bathroom. Half way there I paused “where are you going so fast, the dam is’nt about to break” I figured what the hell go get it over with I’m up already. I went in the bathroom and sat down on the throne. Very quickly I realized what was happening, I could feel paralysis setting into my arm and leg. A constant stream of drool was comming from one side of my mouth, and I realized my face was paralized also . I realized I was having a stroke. I got myself off the throne with great difficulty and went into the kitchen and put my coffee mug in the microwave. I sat down down at the kitchen table, my mind raceing. When the buzzer went off I with much trouble went back to the microwave and made my coffee. I don’t know how I made it to the microwave and back to the table a round trip of about twenty four feet, the going was that hard. Half a coffee cup later I made it and fell into my chair. It is sheer terror, that is all I felt, scared sheer terror. Ok, what to do. I just stared at the clock knowing that my landlord would be going out the door for work in ten min.. As I waited I could feel myself tightening inward in the fassion of an MS victim. I was going to throw somthing at the window to get her attention, I didn’t notice her go . I have since talked to someone who had a stroke and she told me she thought she was alert through the whole episode, she was a nurse and her boss the doctor said some things that made her realize she was not as alert as she had thought. I guess I was staring at the clock in a trance like state feeling the tightening in my body getting more and more terrified, and believe me that is the word. A half hour after I sat down I felt the symptoms starting to disipate, what a relief, I know the meaning of sigh of relief. I failed to mention I could not talk, noise came out but it sounded like something from Star Wars.

What did I do? No insurance and I listen to my mother talk about the cost of hospitalization, tests and medication, I smoked a joint with the hope that It would relax my veins and help. It took about an hour before I could say that it was definately over. I sat at my computer for the day testing my speech periodically. My speech was 7/8 fine, I was still sluring words getting an occasional strange noise. The seccond day my speech was almost 100% but not quite. I knew stroke ment brain damage and wondered. It didn’t take long and I realized the change. I would be talking and just loose track, embarassing moments of what the hell was I saying and where was I headed. That lasted for about three months and it dissipated and I seem to be fine after almost a year.

I did not go to a doctor, I don’t make much money. I knew it would mean expensive testing and medication. I do the aspirin thing and pray that’s the answer. I hope every winter when I’m not working(construction) that I have enough money to make it to spring. I’m not married because theres not enough money winters to do the dating thing and if I have a hard time suporting myself I’d be nuts to times that by two. Simple math is how the poor live. Summers for me are seven days a week work and long hours.

I assume I induced the stroke on myself. In May 06 I bought a motorcycle and rode motorcycle more then I worked meaning I was really poor last winter. I ate eggs and baccon for breakfast with 3/4 of my remaining meals being spagetti with doctored bottled sauce. The doctoring was a third of a slab of baccon added to the sauce most nites(two meals a day when your poor). I had been wondering about a clot because I had a pain in my arm that was moving down my arm that winter and my arm was numb and had almost no strength. All I can do is guess and my theory is I clogged my veins with pork fat and a clot hit my brain. My guess is that I am probably lucky to have awoke the way I did and jumped up, it probabally elevated my blood pressure and pushed the clot through my brain. I am lucky the only brain damage(apparent to me anyway) was short term memory loss that disipated. I have no choice but to have faith in the bodys ability to repair itself.

What burns my ass is the attitude of people who work in the medical “industry”. My sister(medical consultant) who has every thing and more in life told me I and people like me are irresponsible to not have medical insurance. If I ever punched a woman it would have been then. I am at fault for not helping support her ritzy lifestyle. I would imagine I could appreciate that lifestyle myself, I don’t think about it.

Thank you,
KAK

It was New Year’s Eve 1990 going into 1991 and I was on my way to a peace concert at St. John the Divine in New York City. It was freezing that night; the temperature was sub-zero and there was a biting wind. I was tempted not to go out but Kathleen Battle and Odetta were singing and it was one of those concerts you just didn’t want to miss so I was braving the elements to be there.

My partner and I grabbed a cab and were hurtling across a darkened and pot-hole ridden 85th street when we hit a large bump in front of an old abandoned church. Being abruptly jarred into the present moment, I looked up and there, perched on the eaves of this decrepit church, was a beautiful white dove. It’s unusual to see birds at night but particularly so on a freezing December evening in New York City. And, its appearance was all the more startling because it was the very symbol of peace and I was on my way to a peace concert. As I looked at this magnificent bird, I had the thought, “maybe this year is about finding inner peace” and this dove is a reminder for me to focus on that in the upcoming year.

All through the concert I kept seeing the image of that white dove on the darkened eaves and it continued to haunt me for weeks to come. Its message of finding inner peace also gnawed at me until finally, in February, I made a decision.

I was talking with a friend about being uncomfortable in my life. I’d just come back from a week’s vacation in Florida and was already planning my April and October vacations. I lived for getting away from my life in New York despite the fact that I had a good job, made a nice salary, was singing in one of the top concert choirs in the city, had lots of friends and was involved in many intellectually and culturally stimulating activities. But, something was missing and I couldn’t identify what that was.

My friend asked me to quickly tell her, without thinking about it, what I’d like to change or do in my life if work, my relationship and money weren’t a factor. My immediate response was, “I’d move to California” to which she replied, “then you must go.”

Two months later on April 8, 1991, I left New York City at 5:00 pm in my new Toyota Corolla wagon with my partner, two cats and all our plants. We arrived in Los Angeles on April 18th, found an apartment in Los Feliz and our furniture arrived the following week. We only knew three people in Los Angeles and neither of us was employed but… we were living in California!

In June, I was still unemployed and my money was running dangerously low. One day, while sitting parked in traffic on the 10 freeway, I began talking to God, as I tend to do when I’m in my car, and asked, “God, was this move a big mistake because I don’t have a job and the money is almost gone?” Out of nowhere a white dove appeared, circled my car three times and disappeared. It got my attention! I remembered that this year was about finding inner peace and I was already where I wanted to be so it was simply a matter of time before things turned around.

Within an hour, I was home and the phone rang. A woman who’d been a client of mine in New York was calling to find out if I was still looking for a job. She then directed me to call a friend of hers, a producer of an NBC TV show, who might be able to help me. Two hours later I was in his office and he was offering me a job.

White doves have appeared to me in almost every life situation where great faith has been called for. They even appear when I’ve needed to make smaller life decisions. When I couldn’t decide whether to take an apartment one appeared on the wire right over the apartment while I was talking to the landlord. A dove appeared over my head at a Dodger’s Game when I was supposed to be producing a segment for a TV show but couldn’t find the camera crew two minutes before the event started. I found the crew and landed more interviews than the person who normally covered those events. I’ve also had more “spiritually symbolic” visitations; a white dove landed beside me when I was praying and meditating beside a creek in Sedona, Arizona.

Over the years I’ve had a few naysayers tell me that white doves are everywhere; that they are used for release at weddings and some don’t return to home. But, that doesn’t matter… they can be everywhere for everyone to see and still they hold a special meaning for me. Whenever a white dove appears to me it’s a visual reminder that God is ever present. It’s as if God is speaking to me and saying, I AM HERE and ALL IS WELL.

By: Sandi Duncan

Here I am waiting for the cable man. He is suppose to be here between 1pm and 4pm, it is now 5pm, where is he? I am trying to simplify my life by having the T.V., the phone and my Internet provider on the same bill. I already had the Internet service so I was going to get the phone and the T.V. done too. They agreed to do the T.V. today and the phone in two weeks because my phone provider could not disconnect my phone until then. I finally decided to call the cable company to find out what happened.

After going through the phone system at the cable company I finally get the customer service rep on the line. Of course she is so sorry that I can’t have my T.V. hooked up today. There must have been a mistake. Yeh, there was a mistake all right. They tell me that I don’t have an appointment for two more weeks to have my T.V. and phone hooked up. Oh no, now what do I do. I just shut off the Dish, oh no. I told her that I had received a recorded message on my phone last night saying that I had an appointment today. Then I had another phone call this morning telling me to be here between 1pm and 4pm because they were going to hook up the T.V. to cable. It was like we were in two different worlds or something; she didn’t seem to understand what I was saying. She kept asking me for the name of the person that called me. I kept telling her that I didn’t get her name because I was not expecting any problems. There was no record of the two calls. Of course they don’t install just one service at a time, now how was I supposed to know that? I took the day off work just to get this taken care of. Then I waited for hours for them to show up. All I got for this was I am so sorry this has happened but we only install all of the services at the same time. It was like they had pre-recorded answers for everything. I was so upset that I actually lost my cool and yelled at her. I just could not believe what was happening. I tried my best to tell her that I needed to have my T.V. hooked up today and that I had two confirmation calls for the appointment today to no avail so I finally gave up. I resigned myself to not having a T.V. for two weeks.

Later after I had cooled of, I began to realize that this just may be a blessing in disguise. I could not watch T.V. so I had to find other entertainment and I did. I read a book, which inspired me to do some new things. I thought, “This is great”! I have cleaned out my closet and cleaned off my desk and thought of new things to do on my site. Now I know why it was like we were in two different worlds because we were. The Angels were helping me out by making sure that I had time to do all the things I was putting off. Well, they were right. I am getting all the things done that I have wanted to do. Remember that when you want everything one way but it doesn’t happen that way, it just might be for the best. Thank God for Angels!

Love and Blessings,
Angelbaby

When my grandmother was on her death bed, she had been bed-ridden for weeks. She had also been handicapped before that for well over a year. Unable to even get up from bed she required help for even the simplest things. It is interesting how we all regress and start breaking down as we age. We need the help that small children need even to fulfill the simplest of tasks.
Well one day My Grandmother was near the end. Stuck in bed she asked my Aunt to help her to her chair in the corner so she can be near the photos of her children and grandchildren before she dies. She insisted that she was near the end. My Aunt left the room to get some help and ran to get my other Aunts. As they entered the room they saw an Angel letting my grandmother down on the chair to be by her precious photos. They were shocked of course and as they ran to her side she passed on.
I will never forget that story and neither will my Aunts.
I wish I had been there to see this as I never see anything of a supernatural nature. Maybe I wouldn’t have been such an idiot in life growing up had I witnessed this.

Sincerely.
Michael Lodispoto

Cont. from 1st post on the Cable Guy …….. In the last three weeks since I have no T.V. I have read several books that I had been planning to read but never had the time. I have fixed up my site. I am caught up on everything. It is just unbelievable how much time I have without a T.V. I really did miss it though; I had no idea what was going on in the world and I didn’t know what the weather was going to be. I had to look up everything I wanted to know on the computer. Not convenient like the T.V. is.

Well, I have T.V. again!! Yeah! It wasn’t easy though, I have to tell you what happened. On Friday when I came home from work there was a note on the door that said sorry we missed you …….. It was from the Cable Guy! I thought, on no, I guess I am not going to have a T.V. for a while; I had made the appointment for Saturday not Friday! So I called the Cable Company and tried to be nice. I asked them why the Cable Guy came on Friday instead of the appointed day of Saturday? They looked everything up and said he was coming on Saturday and they had no idea why anyone had come by on Friday. The next morning I broke the news to my sister. She had this terrible look on her face and she said I am going to call and make sure they are coming today. They assured her they were coming and would be here before noon. Well, to make a long story short the Cable Guy did come on Saturday but it took a long long time to put everything together. The good part is I have T.V. again. I know what is going on in the world and what the weather is going to be, finally. I guess I will finish the book I was reading soon ……………………

Love and Blessing,
AngelBaby

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