THE MEDICAL MISSION

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TOUCHING STORY 1 -- "The Blind Girl"

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.

Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..

TOUCHING STORY 2 -- "Say it now!"

It all started when I was 6 yrs old. While I was playing outside on our farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased u and then u chased them and beat them up. After that 1st meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted 4 a little while though.

We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet; he would just listen to what I had 2 say. I found him easy 2 talk to and I could talk to him about anything.

In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend.

But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kind of thing that I was feeling.

All through high school and even through graduation we were always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him.

Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going 2 do and what he was going 2 do.

I looked into his eyes and listened to him, talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich & successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.

I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt.

All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go.

I was also sad because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane.

I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time.

I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that didn’t tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way 2 a computer analyst.

I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter w/ an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I knew that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends.

I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and have course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life.

I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy, covering up my sadness; tears inside of me.

I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his goodbyes and how he was very happy to see me.

I came home and just tried to forget what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on we wrote each other what was going one and how he had missed talking to me.

On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things.

I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going through and to catch up on old times. But in all of this I couldn't tell him how I felt about him.

In the days that followed he had fun and he forgot about all his problems and his divorce. I fell in love w/ him, again. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave.

He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't showed up like he said he would.

I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled.

It broke my heart. I was shocked about what happened. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him? I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will.

Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy.

She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a diary of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I don’t know what to think.

Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started the first day we met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That’s why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times but was too afraid to say anything.

It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said; "TODAY I WILL TELL HER I LOVE HER." it was the day he was killed. The day I was finally going to find out what was really in his heart...

THE MEDICAL MISSION

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LINKS

TOUCHING STORY 1 -- "The Blind Girl"

TOUCHING STORY 2 -- "Say it now!"

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