My boyfriend and I have been together 9 months to this date and he and I have been through a lot together. We have the average relationship and I am glad he is there for me and that I have someone that I love. Into our sixth month together, I was a week late on my period and I was starting to get worried. I mentioned it to him, and we agreed that it might be good that I take a pregnancy test, "just to be sure." I worried about it, and I knew that I was too young to be pregnant, and I planned to have children after I was married. I mentioned it to my mom, and she told me to let her know if I was or not. One evening, my boyfriend and I went and got a pregnancy test, and I took it to find out that I was indeed pregnant, and I was scared. I told him and he told me that we would make the best out of it and try to make the most rational decision. I went home to tell my mother and she suggested aborting it, and I wasn't sure of that. I thought about it, and in the meantime, she called a clinic and asked for information on abortions. I thought about it even more and I didn't want to do that. I cannot intentionally hurt another person more or less a child. I kept thinking what gave me the right to do that? In God's eyes, that is murder to me and if another woman can handle it, then fine, I couldn't. I told my boyfriend that I couldn't get a abortion and he agreed with me on it. He was willing to help me in anyway he could in taking responsibility for the child we created. I was still stressed out about it, and my mother kept pushing it onto me, when finally one day I was chatting on ICQ with my boyfriend and I felt like I was starting my period. I went to the bathroom to check, and indeed I was, only it looked different. I asked my mother, and she told me I was miscarrying the baby. At first, it was a relief. It has been around 3 months now, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about the baby and what it would have been and what it might be like. Sometimes at night I sit and cry becuase I still think it is my fault that the baby died and I think about how I could have changed things. But, on the other hand, I think that God helped me in my time of need and that it is all for the best, but in my eyes, I could have committed murder to a child that was helpless, and its only way of living was me. I think about what I did and how I could have changed it to ensure that the baby would have been born healthy. I will have to live with that the rest of my life whether I want to or not. So, to any young person that is not financially safe yet and plans parenthood at a later time, please use abstinence and don't just think that protection is enough, I used it and look where it got me. I used condoms and that didn't help, and I have allergies to the pill, so I have little for options, and I can tell you that I am extremely careful now, and I will be until I plan to be a parent. ~ Author Unknown

Puppies for Sale

A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the storeowner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked. The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?" The store smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?" The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the little puppy that I want to buy." The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger,and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for." The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies." To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"

"Never Surrender...The Best Is Yet To Come"
"KEEP ON SINGING"

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.

They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy. The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes ... every minute.

But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."

Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby... now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive. She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now! No children! The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.

"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray..." Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my Sunshine away."

The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr. Keep on singing, Michael. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael. Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

Funeral plans are scrapped. The next day ~ the very next day ~ the little girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE!!!

~ God moves people in and out of each others lives, and each leaves their mark on the other. You find you are made of bits and pieces of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched you. ~ Anonymous
...the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing...

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