Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

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March 8, 2006

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Today??™s announcements

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Now onto the good stuff!

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Animal awareness series, endorsed by Shiloh and Hank Baker our mascots; all stories must be endorsed by these very special dogs.

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Today??™s Queue Stories

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A Trilogy of Coincidences

Rajendra Prathan

(Call them coincidences, divine interventions, willpower or whatever. These are true events.)

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I had married quite young. I had fallen in love much before that. We two had vowed to be together for life, at the tender age of eighteen. Since then, we had spent enough time living apart, I reckoned as soon as I got my first pay-check. It was just after I graduated and got my first job. There was no resistance from either of the families except my parents wanted me to wait for few more years. I did not agree.

I was just twenty-two when I tied the knot with my childhood sweetheart.?  I remember the hard time I had had while explaining to my boss that I needed a leave of absence for my own wedding and not for that of my older sibling. The duration of leave depended on that.

Anyway, I was in seventh heaven when I boarded the bus to my hometown from my workplace, three days before the event. I was painting some beautiful pictures in my mind with my eyes closed, when the bus came to a screeching stop. Jolted from my daydreams, I looked out of the window to see a horrible scene.

A truck laden with coal had overturned on the highway and there were several mutilated bodies lying around, some still writhing. Apart from the shock, I was very worried about the bad omen though I am not particularly superstitious. ???Please God; please let my wedding be postponed. I don??™t want to arrive for the wedding with this scene on my mind.??™ I prayed hard.

I knew it was impossible to postpone the wedding. All the preparations had been done. Hall booked, invitations sent, some guests already arrived. The families wouldn??™t agree to postpone the wedding now, just because I saw an accident. Especially so since it was me who had thrown a tantrum to get married so early, against the wishes of my parents. When I reached home I didn??™t talk about it to anyone and spent the night wide-awake. The spectacle of coal-blackened writhing bodies refused to move out of frame.

In the morning, news came in. A distant uncle had passed away. No wedding could take place in the family for at least a month for religious reasons. My parents were worried when they broke this news to me. They feared that I would rebel and insist on marrying the next day as scheduled. They were puzzled to see me relieved to hear about the postponement.

I didn??™t know if it would be right to thank God for answering my prayers in this way, with death of that distant uncle!

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After the month long wait, I finally got married in June 1982 and spent a few months in heaven. I was still there in heaven when my wife announced her pregnancy. My parents were overjoyed with this development, since it would be their first grandchild. My elder brother had been married for seven years by then but my sister-in-law had failed to conceive so far.

My only grudge was that I had to leave my wife at my parents??™ place because there were no good medical facilities where I worked. A civil engineer has to work at some really odd places! I was forced to live in solitude again.

Next month I got a message from my parents that the gynecologist had suspected some problem. An X-ray was advised and done at the public hospital. But there was nothing to worry, according to my parents, because the X-ray had come out normal. Ultrasound was a rarity then, in our medium sized town.

And then much before the expected date, on September 1st 1983, I got a telegram from my father. ???Congrats! You have become a father. Come soon.??? I caught the first bus to my hometown and proceeded straight to the maternity hospital. When I arrived there, I found my wife alone in her bed. No sign of baby! I feared the worst.

Imagine my joy when I was told that my wife had delivered twin daughters and both of them were alive and well. The gynecologist had suspected this in the early stages of pregnancy. But a mix up of X-rays at the public hospital had prompted her to change her diagnosis. And so, when my wife had walked in for a routine check-up in her eighth month, the doctors were worried to hear the twice fast heartbeats from a supposedly single fetus. They had decided to do an emergency cesarean.

I worried about the other woman whose X-ray showed she was carrying twins, but would deliver only one baby!

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Both the babies being prematurely born (for no fault of theirs) were in neonatal care in another hospital. When I reached there, the doctor in-charge refused to let me in. ???No relatives allowed. Only parents!??? said he with a stern face. I had to prove that I was the father, not a young uncle of the twins, before I was allowed to have the first look at my daughters.

At the 1200 grams each they weighed, they looked more like kittens without fur than babies. But I decided their names in that moment. Sai and Jui, I would call them. My joy knew no bounds, until I met my parents back home.

It was a full family meeting. All my uncles, aunts, sisters and the brother were there with their spouses. ???Look here son. God works in mysterious ways. Your elder brother has no child and you have two! It must be God??™s wish that you should give one of your twin daughters to your elder brother.??? My father said. Everybody agreed, except me that is.

It was true that there was no hope for my brother to have a child of his own. All medical tests had proved that my bhabhi (sister-in-law) was incapable of conceiving. I was too young to take up fatherhood of two daughters, they all argued. But I desperately wanted to hold on to this double blessing God had bestowed upon me.

The pressure was tremendous. Finally, just to ward off the pressure, I said my piece; ???I will part with one of the twins if my brother does not have a child of his own within one year from today.??? They all agreed. When I told my wife about the commitment, she cursed me no end.

From then on, every time I looked at the twins, I was gripped with fear of parting with one of them on their first birthday. Which one? I shivered to think.?  The twins took turns in keeping us awake for whole nights. One started crying when the other stopped. True, it was hard to take care of two little ones for the young couple that we were, but it was much harder to even think of giving one away.

Jui was the weaker one. At three months, she was hospitalized for a full month for some infection. We were not sure if we would still have both of them by their first birthday. When finally Jui was discharged from the hospital, my wife said to me, "I don't want to lose Jui. She needs me more. If it comes to it, let your brother have Sai. She is healthy." I choked on my reply. I just prayed hard for a miracle.

It was when my daughters were four months old, that we got the news. My bhabhi was pregnant! ???It??™s unlikely that the pregnancy will last. Don??™t forget your promise!??? my father cautioned me. I prayed harder.

On 31st August 1984, exactly one day before my twins??™ first birthday, bhabhi delivered a baby girl. ???Let??™s see if the baby survives. It??™s hard to tell in such cases" my father still had his doubts.

This year in 2005, we jointly celebrated the birthdays. Twenty-second of my twin daughters and twenty-first of my niece.

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Rajendra

E-Mail rajendrapradhan@gmail.com

Website www.rajendrapradhan.com

Blog http://rajendrapradhan.blogspot.com/

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~ Let My People Go ~

Joyce C. Lock
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? ? ?  If you have ever been judged by someone who looked at outward appearances, without first having made effort to see your heart, you are not alone.
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? ? ?  The scribes and Pharisees sat in Moses' seat, while he took the wrap (Mt. 32:2).?  There was no Christ in their message, for if righteousness could be obtained by following the law, then Christ died in vain (Ga. 2:21).
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? ? ?  One day, Moses called the Lord "the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob" (Lu. 20:3) and God called him to the bush over it.?  God's response included something like this, "I don't think so.?  I am not dead!" (Mk. 12:27).?  Thus, Moses became a quick study in serving the living God (Ex. 3:4).?  We can also know this because Moses was like Jesus (Ac.3:20-22) and both Moses and Jesus received their instruction directly from God (Ex. 33:11, Jn. 6:69).
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? ? ?  "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain," (Ex. 20:7).?  "Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain," (Ps. 127:1).
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? ? ?  Moses, having learned the spiritual application of the law (Ro. 7:14, I Co. 2:13, I Ti. 1:8), became faithful in all his house; having stepped down from being 'in charge' to become God's servant (Lu. 16:13, He. 3:5).?  No doubt, Moses looks forward to hearing, "Well done."? ? 
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? ? ?  "Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers; But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot: Who verily was foreordained before the foundation of the world ... who by him do believe in God, that raised him up from the dead, and gave him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God.?  Seeing ye have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit unto unfeigned love of the brethren, see that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently: Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever," (I Pe. 1:18-23).
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The message of Moses is still the same, today.
"Let my people go, so they may serve God."

?© by Joyce C. Lock
http://our.homewithgod.com/heavenlyinspirations/

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Poetry Section

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How Do I See

Linda Ann Henry

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How do I see the future

when I cannot find my past,

How do I build foundations

That I know are going to last.

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With bits and pieces missing

and secrets kept from me,

How do I stop the questions

and find serenity.

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My mind? is always traveling

down roads that I create,

Where quests are finally finished

and much sought answers wait.

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Scenario's repeat themselves

With solutions changed each time,

I roll the imaginary film

and ending I could not find.

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My head is always in the clouds

my feet not near the ground,

can you hear my constant secret prayer,

the song that has no sound.

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My heart will always be tied

to another time and place,

Until I find the passage

to that secluded hidden place.

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Where it all started long ago

or once upon a time,

Each day until I find the path

I'm searching for those hidden signs.

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The one's that will point out the way

the direction I should go,

To stop this life long puzzle

and the past I want to know.

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Linda Ann Henry

Do you remember me

The people's poet

Linda11231949@aol.com

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When I Look In The Mirror

Linda Ann Henry

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When I look in the mirror

I see my mother? looking back at me

When I look in the mirror

All of me I see

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I have found, I can make myself happy

The tears I shed have gone forever

For I now can touch my face

I know who I am and what took place

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When I look in the mirror

I? know why my eyes are blue

That confusing? puzzle, is now out of view

I do not feel any pain

For at last, I see with my whole heart

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I have a reason to be here

To help paint "God's Art"

Finally I know how to trust

What is before me

Is a new head start

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There was a time I could not see the beauty

Or? feel loved by anyone

When I now look in the mirror

I can see the sun

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I have so many people who have always cared for me

They wanted what was best so I could fly free

I was loved by? many people I know

Some have never met me

Yet my story? must be? told

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When I look in the mirror

I am loved once again

Taken in by? those who will always be my friend

I found out, whatever life? we've had

We? are never a mistake

For God, family, and friend are always there

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So the next time I look in the mirror

I will be proud to tell

I am cared for

And loved so very well.

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Linda Ann Henry

Do you remember me

The people's poet

Linda11231949@aol.com

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Readers Feedback

? Feb 22, - What a great story, My Father's Last Gift by Patricia Stallings.?  My dad will be 89 in April and I just hope I have half her courage if I lose him.?  I also was born in Alabama, Troy, in fact.?  Thanks and God bless, Sharlett Hunt

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I always enjoy reading Joe's stories.?  They have so much meaning as well as being enjoyable to read. Doris

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I especially enjoy your stories now that I am homebound for awhile. Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful world and allowing me to be a part of it.? Joe's story tonight certainly warmed my heart. Jene

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Feb 21 - A Sad Goodbye by Aro is very touching. I can see the three of them together on that blanket and know how sad the ones left behind will be without Pepper.?  Thank you, Aro, for sharing this lovely glimpse of a soldier and a special pet. Barb

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Prayer Requests and Updates

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Senior Writers

Chief writer: Sharon Bryant

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Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet; Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark; Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Goodier, Steve; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy Anne; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge, Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.; Whirity, Kathy; White Robert;

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Storytime Tapestry Staff

Carol Roach - Founder/publisher

Thelma Hartselle - Co-Founder, Moderator

Clara Westerfer ??“ moderator

Bob Johnston - moderator

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