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    A Beautiful Touching Story

    I cried for my brother 6 times.
    I was born in a secluded village of a mountain. Days by days my parents ploughed the yellow dry soil with their backs facing the sky.

    I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me. Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. When Father came to know about it right away. He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked.

    I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't hear any of us admit, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!" He lifted up the bamboo stick.

    Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!"

    The long stick smacked on my brother's back repeatedly.

    Father was so angry that he kept on whipped my brother until he lost his
    breath.

    After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learnt to steal from your own house now, what other embarrassing things you will do in the future?? You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief!"

    That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body full of injuries, but he didn't shed a single tear.

    In the middle of the night, all of sudden I cried out loudly.

    My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."

    I still hate myself for didn't have enough courage to admit what I had done.

    Years gone by, but the incident still looked like it just happened yesterday.

    I will never forget my brother's ___expression when he protected me. That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 years old.

    When my brother was in his last year of his lower secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a province's university.

    That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I
    could hear him said, "Both our children have good results? very good results?"

    Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"

    At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."

    Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his face.

    "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you both finish your study!"

    And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.

    I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's swollen face, and said, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to leave this depths of poverty."

    Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study to university. Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the side of my bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, get into an university is not easy. I will go find a job and send money to you."

    I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.

    That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.

    One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager wait for you outside!"

    Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked out, and saw my brother from afar, His whole body is dirty, covered by dust, cement and sands. I asked him, "Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

    He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they know that I am your brother? Don't they laugh at you?"

    I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dusts from my brother's body. And said with a lump in my throat, " I don't care of what people say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

    From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He wore it on me, and
    said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one."

    I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried.

    That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the broken window had been repaired.And it looked so clean inside the house.

    After, my boyfriend went home, I danced like a small girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you don't have to spend so many time cleaning the house!" But she said with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He was injured while replacing the window." I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

    I put some ointment on his wound and bandaged it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working in the construction site, stones falling on my feet all the time. Even that could not stop me from working".

    In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolling down my face. That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got married, I lived in the city. Lots of time my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want.

    They said, once they left the village,they didn't know what to do. My brother also didn't agree, he said, "Sis, you just taking care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."

    My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brother to get the job as the manager in the department of maintenance. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on starting to work as a reparation worker.

    One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him. Looked at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,"Why did you reject to be a manager? Manager will not do something dangerous like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why you didn't want to listen to us?"

    With a serious expression on his face, he defended on his decision, "Think of brother-in-law? He just became the director, and I am almost uneducated. If I became the manager, what kind of rumors will fly around?"

    My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education also because of me!" "Why talking about the past?" My brother held my hand.

    That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one you respect and love the most?"

    Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember. "When I was in primary school, the school was in different village.Everyday, my sister and I walked for 2 hours to go school and go home. One day, I lost one of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She only wore one glove and walked for so far. When we got home, her hand was so trembled because of the weather that was so cold that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and be good to her."

    Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attentions to me. Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank the most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears rolling down my face again.

    Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

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    Nice one wilfred. Beautiful Story

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    wer did u get tat?

    i want more !!!

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    Thank you for sharing the story.
    With your permission, I would like to forward this story to others.

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    Quote Originally Posted by OTFK
    Thank you for sharing the story.
    With your permission, I would like to forward this story to others.
    I don't think Wilfred owns any copyright on the article. It's been going around e-mails already. I received my 'version' a couple of weeks back. LOL

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    Default What a touching story!

    Similar to this story of telling love between brother and sister.I got another one,which is about the friendship and is a also a moving story. I would like to share with you guys.I believe most of you must have read it.However,the good stuff will never be got bored of.

    Those two stories are illuminating the same idea,where you may find it from "Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot" and " Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse."


    Here is the story:

    One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

    I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying. I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

    My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses. I saw a tear in his eye. While I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

    I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend. The more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

    Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

    Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends and that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

    Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

    Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

    As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years: your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but most of all your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

    I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

    I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

    Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse.

    God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

    There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift and that¡¯s why it¡¯s called the present.

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    Hate to be a downer here, but I have read these stories before... courtesy of my cousins. It's like SPAM, the more one read about these stuff the less one feels about them.

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    They are almost like urban legends!

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    i think they are both very moving stories. beautifully written and both touches my heart.

    however, i find that i was more touched by the first story than the second. i think the reason is that the brother in the first story really sacrifices himself to help his sister move through childhood and growth. he could've many chances but he willing gave them to his sibling, as a result, he was worse off educationally and financially, but he was still grateful because he helped someone he loved.

    i think while these stories are starting to get old, it is still a good thing to reflect on ourselves once in a while to see if we have helped anybody recently, and perhaps sacrificing something of our own while making somebody happier and make a difference in someone elses life.

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    Quote Originally Posted by cappy75
    It's like SPAM, the more one read about these stuff the less one feels about them.
    NHM, but mebbe it's just you,pal!

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    These stories should be public domain, since they're sent via emails around. Got it from someone at the HQ, so I thought why not start a Story For The Heart series of sorts. Off the court, we are all human and that should not change.

    Kwun, Cheung maybe you could remove the '#1' from the topic and merge all the anecdotes, stories into one whole thread. Saves on space and easier to search.

    Got lots more but will be adding them as I get them.

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    Maybe... I guess I am just not as fired up by melodramas that some claimed to be true stories.

    Quote Originally Posted by laughable c.
    NHM, but mebbe it's just you,pal!

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    What's "NHM"?

    -dave

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    Quote Originally Posted by wood_22_chuck
    What's "NHM"?

    -dave
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    I guese NHM is "Ni Hao Ma?" It is the pingyin of Mandarin,which means " How are you"

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    Quote Originally Posted by richho
    I guese NHM is "Ni Hao Ma?" It is the pingyin of Mandarin,which means " How are you"
    hahahahah! i can't stop grinning, now i've stopped laughing!!!

    of course not!!! i thought it was about time someone asked.. heheh! i came out with the acronym after i got pretty tired of seeing IMO, IMHO, FYI, etc without knowing for certain what they meant.. but i think i've deciphered the 3 acronyms above, and that's about all i know so far.

    NHM stands for 'no harm meant' as in "i didn't say that to purposely get at you, etc."

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    A Touching Love Story
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    To my dearest friends:
    Today is a sad day in my life. Some of you may know me personally and
    some only on AOL and some may have never even spoken to me.
    What only some of you may know is that I had a girlfriend that was
    killed.
    I am sending this out to tell you all a simple and true message. I
    never was big on girls, being a simple country boy from Tennessee. I
    never thought I stood a chance with a nice girl like all guys dream
    about. I dated girls here and there but nothing major. Then my senior
    year of highschool, I saw her. Her name was Alena Mazzoni. She was a
    model and to beat it all she was Italian. The first day she was there
    she walked up and looked at me in lunch and said, "Excuse me Mr Allen,
    could I sit with the senior class president?" I looked at her and said,
    "Well that's me, sit if you would like."
    From that day on we were never apart. I was one of the popular people
    but not one of the sports jocks and I still don't know why. I was
    studying to be a photographer when she took me on a model shoot with her
    and a runway show. I was just amazed at her. We had then decided I would
    be her photographer. She even got me into modeling. We were together
    about everyday then on November 8, 1994 it happened. She called and
    woke me up at 6 am like she always did and said I'll see you at school.
    I had known her for only 4 months. I got to school and she never showed
    up. At 10 am as I was walking to the office to call her, the principal
    came over the inter-com and gave this heart-breaking message. "Students
    and Faculty : It is my sad duty to tell you that Alena Mazzoni was
    killed in a head on collision this morning on the way to school." I
    dropped to my knees there in the hall and cried. I left school. I came
    home and only to find my mom and dad waiting on me.
    My mom was crying because she knew how I felt for her. I found out that
    my dad saw the whole accident and was the first on the scene. A girl
    crossed 3 lanes of traffic and hit Alena head on. Alena's Geo Tracker
    rolled over down an enbankment and rested on it's tires again. My dad
    found her with the engine in her lap. She was flown to the University of
    Tennessee hospital where she was pronounced dead on arrival. The other
    girl that hit her was stoned and drunk. I felt it was my fault because I
    talked her into staying at G-P highschool in Gatlinburg. She lived in
    Sevierville next to the Sevier Co high and she wanted to move back. I
    begged for her to stay. If I didn't, she would still be here today.
    So what's the message behind this you ask? I never told Alena I loved
    her nor did she me. We were so happy it was like we already knew. When
    I went to the funeral home her mom met me at the door and asked if I
    would be a paul bearer for her and if I would sing Amazing Grace for
    her. I said I would. The funeral home was closing the doors and her mom
    said she had to go but handed me a piece of paper that had a spot of
    blood on it. Everyone left but since I knew the funeral director I asked
    if I could stay. The note her mom handed me said this:
    My dearest Brent!
    I am just sitting here in my room thinking of you and I wanted to write.
    You have no idea how happy I am with you. We have been together for 4
    months now and I couldn't dream being with anyone else.
    There is something I want to tell you I think it is time for me to say:
    Brent,
    I love you!
    Well I am looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
    Love Forever,
    Alena
    She wrote the note the night before she died. We never had told each
    other we love the other. I cried so hard. I put the note next to her and
    the only picture of the both of us together in there and a white rose.
    I sang at her funeral the next day and I helped carry her to her final
    resting place in Pigeon Forge, TN I thought my life ended at that moment
    when they lowered her down. Today is her 20th Birthday!
    Still to this day I think of her and I never wanted to talk about it. It
    feels better now that I got it out. The point of this is : IF THERE IS
    SOMEONE YOU LOVE, TELL THEM. NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE. If it is a guy or girl
    you love, tell them. Tomorrow may be WAY too late.
    I must move on now with my life but I will always remember the times we
    shared. When I wake up in the morning and walk outside: She smiles at
    me. I just know it. She would want me to go on.
    Please forward this to ALL your friends and help me share this simple
    and true message with everyone. One more thing! I love all of you!
    Love,
    Brent Allen

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    Wow, all those stories brought tears to my eyes. but the saddest one was the first one =( so touching

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