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This is an E-Mail I was sent by a friend. I was so moved when I read it that I thought it should occupy first place on my Inspirational Writings page.

A drunken man in an Oldsmobile they said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup on 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere
The sirens screamed out eulogies for death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car was heard above the noise
Her plaintive plea near split the air: "Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands, she struggled to get free
But mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been
But all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen, she did not hear them cry
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys, but the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad and was travelling alone
But when they turned to question her, they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication, “Please help me find my boys!”

“They're four years old and wear blue shirts; their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, and they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there and gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mum to come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low, but I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said, while wiping at a tear
"He could not flee the scene, you see, for he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked, "Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mummy, Daddy came and left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry and that you would be all right
And then he put us in this car with the pretty, flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so,
But Mummy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mummy, he's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt that what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words, " I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed, in print so very fine,
‘An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.’

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Here is another E-Mail I recieved.

                                              THE THREE RED MARBELS

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I  noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"Hello, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank you. Just admiring them peas. They sure look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gitting stronger all the time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Just admiring them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.
"No, Sir. Got nothing to pay for them with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I’ve got is my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
" Here it is. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort
of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store
owner asked.
"Not exactly but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip
this way let me look at that red marble" . Mr. Miller told the boy.
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or
whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store."

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends
wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each
of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his
mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ."

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

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The following are words of Inspiration I received from my Spirit Guide. It was during one of my 'visualisation' sessions. I asked my guides what they wanted me to know; what lessons they wanted to show me that day. I felt the power of my guides love and gained peace and understanding as the words came to me. Afterwards I realised that these words were not just meant for me; I knew I was meant to share them with others.

Opening Prayer

As we sit here tonight we ask our guides and helpers to surround us with your protective light, as you do each and every day. Give us the confidence to use the abilities that you have shown us. Let us use these abilities only for good. Teach us patience and guide us in our daily lives. Teach us to acknowledge our strengths as well as our weaknesses. Guide us on the right path to Spiritual harmony and growth. Strengthen our voices so that we may speak the truth. Open our eyes so that we may see the beauty. Sharpen our hearing so that we may hear your words. Clear our minds of our daily workload so that we can fully understand your teachings and feel your unconditional love. This is what we ask of you. Tonight and all through our lives.

Amen

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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I never saw you, didn't know you were there.
And for most of my life, didn't think, didn't care.
Through all of my sad times and happy times too.
You were there with me, but I never knew.
You never showed yourself, never let me see.
Just who it was who was caring for me.
As I lived my life all those lessons you taught
And never once, recognition you sought
You've seen me through everything I have done.
You've been my waxing Moon, my shining Sun.
And now I know you are there, even though you still hide.
I will say this with love, Thank You my Wonderful Spirit Guide.

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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I know you didn't want to leave me, I know that much is true
That if you could have had your way you would have taken me with you
But my life wasn't over and here I had to stay
You'd achieved all you had to do, that's why you went away
I miss you oh so very much, that much you know is true
And no-one else could fill the space in my heart that belongs to you
You made my life so wonderful and filled each day with love
And I know you're looking down on me from your place in the stars above
So I'll cherish the memories we made together as I see these long days through
Happy in the knowledge that there'll come a time when I once again will stand by you.

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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When I feel that tingle. The subtle change in the air
It brings a smile upon my face because I know a Spirit's standing there
They come to us to give us proof that they still exist
And to let us know this life we live isn't all there is
They come to us in different ways and make their presence known
To let us know they're still around and we are not alone

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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This song is sung to the music of 'I,m forever blowing bubbles'. The word changes were given to me by Spirit.

I’m forever asking Spirit to help the people on this earth
Look down from high, hear them when they cry
Let them feel love from you and I
Take away their suffering, their anguish and their pain
Fold your mighty arms around them
And let them feel your love again

I’m forever asking Spirit to help me in this life I live
Show me the way to live my life each day
With loving and kindness, this I pray
Take the love that’s in me and spread it far and wide
Give it to the sick and needy
And let them feel me by their side

I’m forever asking Spirit to make this world a better place
One filled with love from here and up above
Surrounding each person like a glove
In your deepest wisdom, your guidance and your care
I leave these thoughts with you, dear Spirit
To pass on to the world out there

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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When you look at Nature, what do you see
The pretty wild flowers, or the majestic Oak tree
Although these are beautiful, and wonders to hold
There's much more to Nature, if the truth be told
The Dragonfly that speed past with its oh so dainty wings
And the Robin that chears us with the sweet song that he sings
There's the Spider so small, busy weaving it's web of silk
And the Cows in the meadow, eating grass to give us milk
The rivers, and mountains, and forests and lakes
All alive with the wonders Mother Nature makes
And it's all out there now, in the fresh open air
The flora and fauna, flourishing without a care
And if you just take a moment to listen, you'll hear it say
Come on and spend some time with me today
This beautiful world, full of wonders galore
Is surely much too precious to ignore
So I beg of you, as often as you can
Please take some time to link Nature with Man.

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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What does it matter, the colour of your skin
Whether you're short or tall, fat or slim
What does it matter if you're man, woman or child
If your dress sence is trendy, or greatly out-styled
None of this matters. Well not to me
Because it's the person inside that I like to see.

Hilary Taylor, Lincoln, UK

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