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Name: Ian
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Sugar Land
Birthday: 10/17/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: CFC Youth, Music, chillin, movies, T.V., mall, havin fun, kickin it and partyin wit HOMIEZ till da end and of course...
Expertise: CFC Youth souljah. Music: guitar, bass, piano/keyboard, drums, and all dat. oh yea laughing really hard.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
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AIM:  Big Dipa Supa
Yahoo:  IDipas1017
MSN: SJDipsyDoodleYFC
Member Since:
11/17/2002
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| i think i'm gonna hop back on this since no one reads it xanga anymore... niiiiiiiiiiice!
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| The yellow
shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and
snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in
decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on
Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give
away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she
saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with
your brother in 1954!" "It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom.
Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The
yellow shirt be came a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After
graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and
on Saturday mornings when I cleaned. The
next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt
during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since
we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois But that shirt helped.
I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15
years earlier. That
Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I
patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom.
When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow
shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again. The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt! And so the pattern was set. On
our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's
mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost
two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our
living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now
while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character. In
1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to
move back to Illinois As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I
wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a
job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I
read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever
he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up." I
tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the
stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's
love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed. Unpacking
in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The
next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer. Meanwhile,
I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the
yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words "I BELONG TO PAT." Not
to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an
apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed,
"I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER." But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all
the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to
Mom from Arlington , VA. We enclosed an
official
looking letter from "The Institute for the Destitute," announcing that
she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given
anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course,
she never mentioned it. Two
years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and
I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the
wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached
for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped
the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside
a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:27-29. I love you both, Mother." That
night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses:
"I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I
give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be
troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I
will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very
happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am.
I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do,
you will believe in me."
The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57. I
was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm
glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game
she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in
college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy
yellow shirt with big pockets. | | |
| its about time...
finally...
good times good times...
much to catch up on and make up for... but we got all the time in the world!!!
yeeeeeaaa
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| I thought this was important to
share with with you. After reading it, think about how this story
pertains to your own life.
Though Jim was just a little older than Philip and often assumed the role of leader, they did everything together...
After
college, they decided to join the Marines. By a unique series of
circumstances, they were actually sent to Germany together where they
fought side by side in one of history's ugliest wars.
One
sweltering day during a fierce battle, amid heavy gunfire, bomnbing,
and close-quarters combat, they were given the command to retreat. As
the men were running back, Jim noticed that Philip had not returned
with the others...
Jim begged his commanding officer to let him
go after his friend, but in an outrage, the officer denied the request,
saying it would be suicide.
Risking his own life, Jim disobeyed
and went after Philip. His heart pounding, praying, and out of breath,
he ran into the gunfire, calling out for Philip. A short time later,
his platoon saw him hobbling across the field carrying a limp body in
his arms.
Jim's commanding officer upbraided him, shouting that it was a foolish waste of time and an outrageous risk.
"Your friend is dead," he added, "and there was nothing you could do."
"No
sir, you're wrong," Jim replied. "You see, I got there just in time.
Before he died, his last words were, "I knew you would come."
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| so i'm studying for my final and i'm stuck on this one section that i can't get passed and i don't know what in the world it is saying or what to write down. so my gifted friend IMs me out of nowhere.... again... out of nowhere!! randomly (but really in God's perfect timing)
bYg CoOL RR (12:14:16 AM): He will help you conquer that obstacle. Trust in Him.
Auto Response from Big D iPAS upa (12:14:17 AM): studying for finals
waiting for freedom
Big D iPAS upa (12:15:20 AM): praise God, EXACTLY wut i needed to hear bro
bYg CoOL RR (12:15:49 AM): man
bYg CoOL RR (12:15:52 AM): something was telling me
bYg CoOL RR (12:15:58 AM): u wer stuck at something
bYg CoOL RR (12:16:11 AM): so i just told u wut He told me
Big D iPAS upa (12:16:54 AM): dang thanks bro, its crazy awesome how God works thru people
Big D iPAS upa (12:17:20 AM): dude... EXACTLY wut i needed to hear.. cuz i'm stuck reading and taking notes on whether i should write this down and stuff
bYg CoOL RR (12:17:35 AM): man i dunno
bYg CoOL RR (12:17:39 AM): He just told me
bYg CoOL RR (12:17:41 AM): to tell u that
bYg CoOL RR (12:17:42 AM): thats all
bYg CoOL RR (12:17:46 AM): im just a messenger
bYg CoOL RR (12:17:49 AM): and His servant
Big D iPAS upa (12:18:27 AM): praise the Lord
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:32 AM): Amen
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:33 AM): anyway
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:35 AM): get back to that
Big D iPAS upa (12:18:38 AM): aight
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:39 AM): im kinda disturbing u
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:40 AM): haha
Big D iPAS upa (12:18:41 AM): thanks bro
Big D iPAS upa (12:18:43 AM): all good
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:45 AM): no prob
Big D iPAS upa (12:18:51 AM): God can disturb me whenever He wants
Big D iPAS upa (12:18:54 AM): lol
bYg CoOL RR (12:18:59 AM): THATS RIGHT MAN
bYg CoOL RR (12:19:00 AM): AMEN AMEN
so now i got passed it after that... seriously i did... don't doubt the HOLY SPIRIT, don't doubt God's power
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