Category: Stories

Some people enter our lives and change it in a way we never thought possible. One teacher and nun found a way to touch the lives of her students… and by doing so, they would never be the same. This story is wonderful. 🙂 This is Sister Helen P. Mrosla’s story: He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness...

A letter written to a man on death row by the Father of the man whom the man on death row had killed: You are probably surprised that I, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but I ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. As the Father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I have something very important to say to you. I forgive you. With all my heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard for you to believe, but I really do. At your...

Today upon a bus, I saw a lovely maid with golden hair; I envied her-she seemed so gay, and how, I wished I were so fair; When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle; she had one foot and wore a crutch, but as she passed, a smile. Oh God, forgive me when I whine, I have two feet-the world is mine. And when I stopped to buy some sweets, the lad who served me had such charm; he seemed to radiate good cheer, his manner was so kind and warm; I said, “It’s nice...

“Now imagine you and the Lord Jesus walking down the road together. For much of the way, the Lord’s footprints go along steadily, consistently, rarely varying the pace. But your prints are a disorganized stream of zigzags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles, departures and returns. For much of the way it seems to go like this. But gradually, your footprints come more in line with the Lord’s, soon paralleling His consistently. You and Jesus are walking as true friends. This seems perfect, but then an interesting thing happens: your footprints that once etched the sand next to the Master’s are now...

In 1978, 5 year-old Frank “Bopsy” Salazar was diagnosed with leukemia. Doctors advised his mother, Octaviana Trujillo, to check him in to St. Joseph’s Hospital and Medical Center in Phoenix. At the time, his mother couldn’t afford the treatment… but she decided to take him to the hospital anyway. For the next two years, Bopsy was treated by Dr. Frank Barranco, a physician who the 5 year-old adored. The connection between Bopsy and the doctor was so special, it would change everything. The doctor told Octaviana in 1980 that a woman named Linda Pauling wanted to speak with her. Linda...