In Spite of the Odds

*Shared Story

**’Dedicated to all the courageous Dad’s and families in the world.’

Early in 2003 Fred Evans fell and broke his hip. Not unusual for a man of 88. However, it was the events over the next few weeks that showed the world what this man was made of.

The next day he had an operation which turned out to be a total hip replacement.

Within a few days he was sent to a Rehabilitation Hospital, with all the usual hopes for a complete recovery for a man of his age and situation: ‘absolutely none,’ said the medical experts and nursing staff!

Funny about that, absolutely no hope at all.

My first conversation with Dad was a few days after his admittance to the Rehab Hospital in Sydney.

‘A bit of pain Son,’ he tells me … ‘but I’ll be okay.’

‘See all of these other old blokes in here, most of them have been in here for between 3 and 6 months, with no hope of ever going home.’

‘”No way will I end up like them!’

‘I will go home to your Mom within the next few weeks!’

Because of the distance between Newcastle and his Rehab Hospital, I didn’t get to see him every day, but phoned regularly. I got to see him each weekend.

On my next visit I stopped at reception on the way to his ward. The duty nurse gave me a ‘rave review’ of his progress, saying that they didn’t believe what they were seeing. ‘Your Father is a walking miracle,’ I was told.

As I approached Dad’s bed I saw him getting something from the other side of his bed as he was swinging himself into a position to get up and spend some time with me. Walking sticks.

‘Thanks for coming in to see me Son, it’s good to see you, come for a slow walk with me,’ he said.

He proudly assured me that he was okay to do it on his own, but it would be nice if I were right there next to him as we ‘walked.’ Sure enough, he had been so determined to get home to his wife of 62 years, he had been training hard every day!

So we went for a stroll around the corridors of his prison, and was he proud of his ability to conquer the odds? You bet he was!

Only 3 weeks after being admitted to that ‘depressing place,’ he walked out without any assistance from anyone. Just as I had been told – a walking miracle.

He only had one motive, but a very powerful one. To get home to his beautiful wife of 62 years, my Mom Margaret … he missed her. His determination, courage, and incredible love and devotion towards my Mother (after all that time together) was an inspiration to me that can’t be overstated. I thank him for that!

Fred Evans was a gentle caring man, with the courage and inner strength of a lion, and the heart of a Saint.

I had only recently grown to appreciate that I was so lucky to have such a mentor, and to realize that I was absolutely blessed to have had that experience. It wasn’t too late though. I got to tell him how much he meant to me, and to thank him for being who he was, and to share some amazing moments with him towards the end of his humble, quietly-lived life.

Over the next few months his fate occurred- common medical complications took him from us, but he left us all with memories of what it’s like to spend some time with someone special. Thanks Dad.

May this inspire you to overcome some form of adversity in your own life by showing some courage – despite the odds.

Credit: Philip E.
This is a true story. Thanks Philip for sharing.

Rev 3:2 “Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God.

 

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Acres of Diamonds

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One of the most interesting Americans who lived in the 19th century was a man by the name of Russell Herman Conwell. He was born in 1843 and lived until 1925 (That was almost 175 years ago). He was a lawyer for about fifteen years until he became a clergyman (living to a ripe age of 85).

One day, a young man went to him and told him he wanted a college education but couldn’t swing it financially. Dr. Conwell decided, at that moment, what his aim in life was, besides being a man of cloth – that is. He decided to build a university for unfortunate, but deserving, students. He did have a challenge, however. He would need a few million dollars to build the university. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real purpose in life, nothing could stand in the way of his goal.

Several years before this incident, Dr. Conwell was tremendously intrigued by a true story – with its ageless moral. The story was about a farmer who lived in Africa and through a visitor became tremendously excited about looking for diamonds. Diamonds were already discovered in abundance on the African continent and this farmer got so excited about the idea of millions of dollars worth of diamonds that he sold his farm to head out to the diamond line. He wandered all over the continent, as the years slipped by, constantly searching for diamonds, wealth, which he never found. Eventually he went completely broke and threw himself into a river and drowned.

Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm picked up an unusual looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his mantle as a sort of curiosity. A visitor stopped by and in viewing the rock practically went into terminal convulsions. He told the new owner of the farm that the funny looking rock on his mantle was about the biggest diamond that had ever been found. The new owner of the farm said, ‘Heck, the whole farm is covered with them’ – and sure enough it was.

The farm turned out to be the Kimberly Diamond Mine . . . the richest the world has ever known. The original farmer was literally standing on ‘Acres of Diamonds’ until he sold his farm.

Dr. Conwell learned from the story of the farmer and continued to teach it’s moral. Each of us is right in the middle of our own ‘Acre of Diamonds’, if only we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before charging off in search of greener pastures. Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. He told the story long enough to have raised the money to start the college for underprivileged deserving students. In fact, he raised nearly six million dollars and the university he founded, Temple University in Philadelphia, has at least ten degree-granting colleges and six other schools.

When Doctor Russell H. Conwell talked about each of us being right on our own ‘Acre of Diamonds’, he meant it. This story does not get old . . . it will be true forever . . .

Opportunity does not just come along, it is there all the time – we just have to see it.

Life is Important

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This summer I went to camp in a city a little bit north of where I live. I am still in high school and like most high schoolers, am an awful driver. I love to crank the music up and roll down the windows and I really never thought about the consequences of my actions.

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Somehow I convinced my parents to let me drive the hour and a half drive to camp – by myself. On the ride home, I decided I needed to call my boss to let them know I was coming home and could resume working. Having trouble finding my cell phone, while driving down the highway, I reached into the other seat looking for it. I was not focused on the road at all. I veered off into the median and when I corrected, I ended up losing control and going across a lane of traffic. At that point, an 18-wheeler ran over my Honda Accord, destroying the car but miraculously keeping me alive.

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No one has any memory of helping me out of the car and I didn’t get out of the car myself. I only had minor injuries and I believe God saved me.

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The accident has made me realize that I must live life it to the fullest-it’s important. I no longer view the world as black and white but rather, I see a world with many different possibilities and many in-betweens. I don’t know what my purpose is, but I know I have one.

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I hope that my story can get people to not only be more careful in cars but also to realize the importance of life.

Actual report:

A 34-year-old Houston, Texas, man was driving east in the center lane of I-4 just west of Interstate 75 around noon, troopers said. His vehicle entered the outside lane and collided with a semitrailer, driven by Imma C. O***-J*****, 49, of Jacksonville,…

Credit: “Q”

Thanks “Q” Great testimony! Glad you’re alive to tell it. Listen people, don’t look at or for that phone. It’s not worth your life, or the life of another. Don’t end up being sorry you even have a phone.

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And if you talk to people on the run ….DON’T! 

The life you save may be theirs. Love ’em?

HANG UP!

2013 U.S. Cell Phone and Driving Statistics
  • In 2013, 3,154 people were killed in distraction-related crashes.
  • About 424,000 people were injured in crashes involving a distracted driver.
  • In 2013, 10% of all drivers ages 15 to 19 involved in fatal accidents were reported to be distracted at the time of the crash.

https://www.edgarsnyder.com/car-accident/cause-of-accident/cell-phone/cell-phone-statistics.html

 

Girl Gets Answer to Her Prayer With Baby Cow (True Story-report )

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*Recently (today 😉  ran across this story from 2008. It’s true and well, who doesn’t like a good story, especially if it’s true. I remember this one well. Enjoy and keep the faith! –Moraldiplomat

 
The Associated Press writes, quoting the Texarkana Gazette -Published: 05/06/2008 tells the story about a little girl named Jamie Zimmerhanzel. Her and her parents call home in Sweeny, Texas and was was soon to send calves from a pregnant cow to the slaughter house. Jamie wanting a cow, pleaded with her father not kill all of them. But it was set to happen.

For Jamie Zimmerhanzel to get to keep a calf from one of her family’s cows, her father set impossible conditions: it would have to be a female and have to be black, her father said. So after she knew what she had to have happen, she began praying with deep faith about this cow. And the miracle that happened as she held strong to her faith and stood behind what she believed in was amazing.

Little 7-year old Jamie never imagined how her prayer would be answered. Jamie continued to speak to her father pleading with him for a cow; saying to him that one of them was her cow. She knew it was meant for her. Again, several times Jamie was told of the conditions that would have to be met; otherwise all were going to be slaughtered.

The day the calves were born, Jamie was at school and did not know what the true miracle was. Jamie’s parents were not going to keep any new calves born on their farm, but changed their minds when they saw the distinctive marking matching their daughter’s first initial.

Her mommy wanted her to guess and Jamie just could not guess. When she arrived home she found that one was black and realized there was a white “J ” on this calf’s forehead; she fell in love with this beautiful heavenly cow.

It was an amazing miracle! Against the odds the second of four calves born was a girl and it was black! Again, if that was not enough of a miracle baby calf; added proof that it was meant to be Jamie’s, the otherwise all-black calf was born with white hair on its forehead in the shape of the letter “J”. The calf’s name is J because of the “J” on her forehead. “J” for “Jamie.” It truly was her cow.

It goes to show us just how beautiful miracles are. That a little girl at 7 years of age could have this faith to pray for this wonderful cow. This is an amazing story. We can all learn something from Jamie and her beautiful cow J. And that is to stand strong and firm in faith no matter what and believe in the power of prayer unto the Lord and know that you are heard.

Sometimes we do not always get it when we are expecting it. But as Jamie was patient; look at the wonderful results she has because she waited for the blessings.

Our Original Face

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*”I recently lost my brother-in-law, Mike … never really got to spend a lot

of time with him. In short, we never had been close until recently. It’s still 

unknown as to what killed him. Things just looked “funny.” Anyway, what

a way to spend the day after Christmas, seeing your brother and new-found 

friendship dead at a scene reminiscent of a Columbo crime scene. I’m dedicating

this post to Mike. I believe Mike was finding himself, was …getting back on track,

but had a lot of luggage he just did not need. No worries now 😦 …I miss ya Mike-

still can’t believe you’re gone!”

-Marty (Moraldiplomat)

Note: I’m not really sure how the following will mean to you, but I know what it means to me. Thanks for taking time to read.  I hope you can glean something from it. Much love to you all in these uncertain times.

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Our Original Face

Who were you before you were born (Job 31:15)? What was your face before your parents were born? Can you imagine yourself being a thousand years younger? Who will you be after this world, in eternity (1 Jn 3:2)? In a thousand years from now? Who are you now…here. Deep down, really, truly, authentically, basically, simply (Phil 1:6,Col 1:27 with Philem 1:6).

The answer to all these questions is the same, and once you know, you know. You remember…it is just a case of remembering. The way I see it is this: Virtually from the day we’re born we begin to play roles. We start to adapt, to fit in, to conform. Throughout our lives we will play thousands of roles (Daughter, Son, Mother, Father, Friend, Grandparent, Stockbroker, Bus Driver etc.)

The problems come when we become too identified with these roles. We forget that we are the one who is playing the role. The word “personality” comes from the root word “persona”, which means mask. We wear millions of different masks throughout our lives, changing them for every role, every occasion.

The trouble is we do this unconsciously and eventually begin to see ourselves as others see us (1 Sam 16:7). We start to look at ourselves through other people’s eyes (James 4:4), from the outside in. We forget that we are the ones behind the mask, looking out. We allow ourselves to be pushed and pulled away from our true, real, authentic center, our home (2 Cor 5:17).

We will have many, many different experiences, but we are none of them. We are the one who is having the experience, the experience-er. Life is a dream and we are the dream-er. The eye of the hurricane, the real center (Rom 8:9).

If we begin to think of ourselves as the role, the mask, the dream or the experience, sooner or later these ideas will become more solid and they will become imaginary walls around us – separating us from each other and from existence itself. This is hell; this is illusion.

Basically it is essential to, at some point, witness all of this going on. Through focusing our thoughts and heart onto God; the Creator of all life, spending time alone with Him etc., you can gain a glimpse of your Real Self / True Nature / Original Face- what God in Heaven intended us to be.

Once this has happened, it is so much easier to see all the layers of personality, conditioning and falsity we have allowed to be integrated into our being from the poisons of the world.

We can peel it away like peeling an onion or carve it away like Michelangelo releasing the ‘angel’ from the marble. But the trick is that once you can see it and feel how heavy it is, how constricting, what a burden…(1 Peter 5:7) it is pretty easy to drop it, to surrender to the will of God; calling out to Him for help, to just let it go, renewing our minds to what God has done inside our born again spirits (Rom 12:2).

To me this is the most essential thing in life, because by doing this you understand what is Love/Freedom/Peace/God/Reality/(Rom 6:11). You understand that the essence of who you are in the Lord and are no longer in a state of being “lost.” (Rom 8:1)

In that moment, you have come back home (Lk 15:4).

Credit: Anonymous

Sunflower

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One cold November morning I noticed a sunflower coming into bloom on my patio. It was growing up from a crack between the house and the paving stones underneath the bird feeder.

The little flower stood straight up. It had a thin stem with mottled green leaves and a small, round burst of bright yellow on top. It would never have made it into any flower shows, that’s for sure. It was stunted, its bloom a crush of petals squashed together around its center. They stuck up and out like a spiky-hair-do, the biggest one no more than three-quarters of an inch long. It was a scrawny, misshapen little flower, and to me it was beautiful.

Beside it stood its much larger, and at one time, much grander sibling. A big, broad, perfectly formed flower once adorned the main stem. Five perfectly formed miniature versions of itself branched out below like accessories accentuating its beauty. But now, its leaves were crinkled and brown, the stalk yellowed like hay, the dry wilted flowers hanging down in petrified stillness. It had a different beauty now.

I sat and looked at these two flowers, and I wondered why I enjoyed them so much. I asked myself what they meant to me. The answer was very clear. They were a reminder to me of the mighty, unstoppable power of the life force. I looked at the little flower standing so proud and thought about will and determination, the carriers of that force. I remembered that struggles can be won and great things can be achieved against all odds… summer sunflowers do grow outside in the cold, dark days of early winter.

Looking at the splendor of each flower, I saw the glory of life past and the promise of life now, and I was reminded that renewal is a necessary part of life. It is what keeps life on this planet vibrant and alive. I was reminded renewal is a constant. Life never stops. And as I watched the bright splash of yellow dancing with abandon against the gray, windy skies, I remembered that renewal carries with it the seeds of hope and great joy.

In this world there is strife. There is hardship, and there is suffering. There is inequity. There is injustice. There is also abundant beauty amidst it all. And within that beauty there are reminders tucked away everywhere, encouraging us to persist, to strive, and to bring our visions of another world, a world to come. We have only to open our hearts and look, and we will see them.

Philippians 4:8

“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”

2 Peter 3:13

“Nevertheless we, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.”

The Love of God

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Wow!….”-Moraldiplomat

The story starts out where she, Beth, is sitting at an airport terminal, waiting to board a plane. She was sitting there with several other people who were also waiting, whom she did not know.

As she waited, she pulled out her Bible and started reading. All of a sudden she felt as if the people sitting there around her, were looking at her. She looked up, but realized that they were looking just over her head, in the direction right behind her.

She turned around to see what everyone was looking at, and when she did, she saw a stewardess pushing a wheelchair, with the ugliest old man sitting in it, that she had ever seen before. She said he had this long white hair that was all tangled and such a mess. His face was really, really wrinkled, and he didn’t look friendly at all. She said she didn’t know why, but she felt drawn to the man, and thought at first that God wanted her to witness to him. In her mind she said she was thinking, “Oh, God, please, not now, not here.”

No matter what she did, she couldn’t get the man off of her mind, and all of a sudden she knew what God wanted her to do. She was supposed to brush this old man’s hair.

She went and knelt down in front of the old man, and said “Sir, may I have the honor of brushing your hair for you?”

He said “What?”

She thought, “Oh great, he’s hard of hearing.” Again, a little louder, she said, “Sir, may I have the honor of brushing your hair for you?”

He answered, “If you are going to talk to me, you are going to have to speak up, I am practically deaf.”

So this time, she was almost yelling, “Sir may I please have the honor of brushing your hair for you?”

Everyone was watching to see what his response would be. The old man just looked at her confused, and said “Well, I guess if you really want to.”

She said, “I don’t even have a brush, but I thought I would ask anyway.”

He said, “Look in the bag hanging on the back of my chair, there is a brush in there.”

So she got the brush out and started brushing his hair. She has a little girl with long hair, so she has had lots of practice getting tangles out, and knew how to be gentle with him. She worked for a long time, until every last tangle was out.

Just as she was finishing up, she heard the old man crying, and she went and put her hands on his knees, kneeling in front of him again looking directly into his eyes, and said “Sir, do you know Jesus?”

He answered, “Yes, of course I know Jesus. You see, my bride told me she couldn’t marry me unless I knew Jesus, so I learned all about Jesus, and asked Him to come into my heart many years ago, before I married my bride.”

He continued, “You know, I am on my way home to go and see my wife. I have been in the hospital for a long time, and had to have a special surgery in this town far from my home. My wife couldn’t come with me, because she is so frail herself.”

He said, “I was so worried about how terrible my hair looked, and I didn’t want her to see me looking so awful, but I couldn’t brush my hair, all by myself.”

Tears were rolling down his cheeks, as he thanked Beth for brushing his hair. He thanked her over and over again.

She was crying, people all around witnessing this were crying, and as they were all boarding the plane, the stewardess, who was also crying, stopped her, and asked, “Why did you do that?”

And right there was the opportunity, the door that had been opened to share with someone else, the love of God. We don’t always understand God’s ways, but be ready, He may use us to meet the need of someone else, like He met the need of this old man, and in that moment, also calling out to a lost soul who needed to know about His love.

We don’t need to throw money at TV preachers! There is so much more we can do for the Lord than invest money; more than money? Yes,…ourselves and all that’s within us. Do something good for someone today and believe God to be there- He is you know? 😉