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"Dad, If You Really Love Me." -a Story
Once upon a time, there was a young man. It was a little more than a week before his eighteenth birthday when he stopped by his father's
office one afternoon. He hadn't been agreeing with his father on too many things lately, and he walked into his office and said, "Dad, it's gonna be my birthday next week, and if you love me you'll get me a new car for my birthday. And if you really love me, you'll get me the car I've always wanted." Then without giving his father a chance to reply, he left.
The next morning, the boy's father said, "Michael, yesterday when you stopped by my office, you didn't mention what sort of car you've always wanted." Michael replied, "You know Dad, the red Porche 911 turbo Carrera." The boy's father smiled and asked,"And, how much do they cost?" "NInety-two thousand dollars, and if you really love me Dad, that's what you'll get me for my birthday. Don't let me down," Michael replied and left for school.
Tuesday came and as was family custom, they celebrated Michael's birthday with dinner and the cutting of the cake, one by one Michael's brothers and sisters each handed him a gift. He opened the gifts and thanked each of his family graciously, but his mind was elsewhere. Finally, the moment he had been waiting for arrived. Even as Michael's father handed him a rectangular parcel, he hoped he would find in it the keys to a brand new Porsche.
Michael took one rip at the parcel's wrapping and discovered that it was a book- a Bible. Disgusted, he stood up, pushed his chair away from the table and against the wall, and rushed from the dining room. Racing upstairs to his bedroom, he slammed the door and threw the still unopened gift against the wall. It hit the floor, and bounced into the corner.
Michael went to bed without talking to anyone, arose early the next morning, and took himself to school.
Just before lunch that day, Michael's father suffered a massive heart attack. He was rushed to the hospital, and arrangements were made to bring Michael from school to the hospital to be with his father. For seven hours, he sat at his unconscious father's bedside, playing the events of the night before over and over in his head. Then Michael got up to get some coffee and a sandwich, and while he was gone his father passed away.
Michael was devastated. He went home and lay on his bed and cried. He wept and wept for hours, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the still mostly wrapped gift over in the corner.
Getting up off the bed, he went to the corner and picked up the gift and finished unwrapping it. For some time he just sat there holding the leather Bible and staring at it. Then, opening the Bible, he discovered an inscription on the inside of the front cover.
"Dear Michael,
Within these pages, you will find
the answers to all of life's questions,
and the secrets to all of life's successes.
With love on your eighteenth birthday,
Dad"
He wept more. The tears streamed down his face, falling to the page and smudged his father's handwriting. To console himself, Michael opened the Bible, searching further for some words to comfort him, only to discover that his father had placed a bookmark in the Bible. He removed the bookmark and stared at it with open-mouthed amazement. It was a check for ninety-two thousand dollars.
I'm not sure what message I'm supposed to take away from this story.
...and?
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| Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles I'm not sure what message I'm supposed to take away from this story. |
like monkeys on acid
p.s. completely random phrase ftw
that story is so shit it may as well have been written by JK Rowling or the dude that does ER.
what a pointless piece of excrement.
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| Originally posted by pkcRAISTLIN that story is so shit it may as well have been written by JK Rowling or the dude that does ER. what a pointless piece of excrement. |
fail
This story exemplifies the unconditional love He has for all of us. This is basically a TLDR version of I Corinthians 13:4-7. "4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
During the book of Hosea, Isreal is God's bride in all that He does. The 92 thousand dollars at the end signify that He is willing to give you everything back. For Psalms states "Seek first the kingdom of heaven, and all shall be added".
Jesus calls us to be like him and since many priests, bishops, cardinals, and pastors that I have talked to have dubbed the internet "The Devil's playground". I intend to do what Paul did through his 1st, 2nd, and 3rd journeys through Rome, Italy, and Isreal.
I do come to spread the good news that Jesus Christ exemplified with his life and suffering. Many of the membership here do have a longing for Him, yet you choose not to show it for fear of being indirect martyrs.
I preach to you now my brothers and sisters, that I as your neighbor in His great city will take your prayer requests, nestle them deep into my soul to feel the pain and anguish you are going through.
did someone go to rehab?
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| Originally posted by Domesticated Or Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. |
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| Originally posted by La5eR This story exemplifies the unconditional love He has for all of us. This is basically a TLDR version of I Corinthians 13:4-7. "4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." During the book of Hosea, Isreal is God's bride in all that He does. The 92 thousand dollars at the end signify that He is willing to give you everything back. For Psalms states "Seek first the kingdom of heaven, and all shall be added". Jesus calls us to be like him and since many priests, bishops, cardinals, and pastors that I have talked to have dubbed the internet "The Devil's playground". I intend to do what Paul did through his 1st, 2nd, and 3rd journeys through Rome, Italy, and Isreal. I do come to spread the good news that Jesus Christ exemplified with his life and suffering. Many of the membership here do have a longing for Him, yet you choose not to show it for fear of being indirect martyrs. I preach to you now my brothers and sisters, that I as your neighbor in His great city will take your prayer requests, nestle them deep into my soul to feel the pain and anguish you are going through. |
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| Originally posted by pkcRAISTLIN this short story exemplifies the unconditional mockery we all have for you. |
SPOILERS:
The check bounced.
The best part of the story was the weeping/anguish. 
That was truly an inspiring story.
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| Originally posted by La5eR This story exemplifies the unconditional love He has for all of us. This is basically a TLDR version of I Corinthians 13:4-7. "4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." |
that stories weaker then billy mays heart
this story exemplifies pretty much everything that is wrong with capitalism
Elizabeth Fritzl's diary
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MON : stayed in. dad came down and fucked me. TUES : stayed in. got fucked by dad. WEDS : stayed in. dad fucked me doggystyle THURS : stayed in. dad spunked on my face FRI : stayed in. dad gave my arse a right pounding SAT : went to watch spurs play. wish i'd stayed in! |
You can call me John A Thorbourne, Staff Sergeant.
I'm a marksman. I'm skillin, killing and illin, able and willin. Take me up a villain for killin ya village elephant. I'll rape and pillage ya village. Am I an illegitimate killa? Nah, I'm just a U-S military Guerilla.
This ain't no real war. Vietnam? Shit, World War 2 was a war. This is just a military conflict. So many drugs I'm [/color]abusin. Vietnamese women screwin. Sex, gamblin and boozin, all this shit here is amusin. Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream. I don't wanna go back where I'm just an ordinary human being.
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My Spec Op, huey chopper gunship runs shit. Them vietcong split when the minigun spit, won't miss, kill shit. It'll spit 4000 bullets a minute. I'm in it to win it.
I'm a wizard with weapons. A secret mission, we're about to begin it. I'm government funded behind enemy lines. Bullets being sprayin. It's heating up past 100 degrees.
"Your enemy is the North Vietnamese."
"NO SWEAT. "
"Be at ease"
I see the pilot get hit, we about to hit some trees. The tail rotor's broke, and we crash land. Damn, I'm an American man in Cambodia right into the enemy's hand. We take a sip of the whiskey to calm us. Those guys in the black pajamas seek out to harm us. They're all up on us.
BANG BANG. I look down and see bullets have hit my chest, but I feel no pain. To my left, my 22 year old Captain, Captain Riley, catches a bullet right in his brain.
Body parts flyin, loss of limbs, explosions, bad intentions. I see my best friend's intestines. Pray to the one above, I'm covered in mud, I'm dyin. I'm losin blood.
disregard this post
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....this is filler for the next post
I wake up. I'm in a hospital bed, I've survived!
I escaped the war, and I came back to my wife, Kat!
But I didn't escape Agent Orange. Two of my kids were born handicapped, spastic, quadriplegic, microsyphalic, cerebral palsy, cordial blindness. You name it, they had it.
My son died, he didn't live. But I still try to think positive because in life God take and God give.
the end
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| Originally posted by SuspicionVandit You can call me John A Thorbourne, Staff Sergeant. I'm a marksman. I'm skillin, killing and illin, able and willin. Take me up a villain for killin ya village elephant. I'll rape and pillage ya village. Am am an illegitimate killa? Nah, I'm a US military Guerilla. This ain't no real war. Vietnam? Shit, World War 2 was a war. This is just a military conflict. So many drugs I'm abusin. Vietnamese women screwin. Sex, gamblin and boozin, all this shit here is amusin. Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream. I don't wanna go back where I'm just an ordinary human being. My Spec Op, huey chopper gunship runs shit. Them vietcong split when the minigun spit, won't miss, kill shit. It'll spit 4000 bullets a minute. I'm in it to win it. I'm a wizard with weapons. A secret mission, we're about to begin it. I'm government funded behind enemy lines. Bullets being sprayin. It's heating up past 100 degrees. "Your enemy is the North Vietnamese." "NO SWEAT. " "Be at ease" I see the pilot get hit, we about to hit some trees. The tail rotor's broke, and we crash land. Damn, I'm an American man in Cambodia right into the enemy's hand. We take a sip of the whiskey to calm us. Those guys in the black pajamas seek out to harm us. They're all up on us. BANG BANG. I look down and see bullets have hit my chest, but I feel no pain. To my left, my 22 year old Captain, Captain Riley, catches a bullet right in his brain. Body parts flyin, loss of limbs, explosions, bad intentions. I see my best friend's intestines. Pray to the one above, I'm covered in mud, I'm dyin. I'm losin blood. |
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