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My intuition tells me different Super Pancake, I think we all experience minor miracles as is evident in the fact we have not killed ourselves yet! blush.gif

Like my previous story of running of the back shed I would have not even notice if it was not for my big bro’s comments.

Forgive me for now for not answering your other question as again I don’t want to judge these stories only to read them.

Thanks

Irish

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Well thats your interpretation of why I'm alive and a baseless one because you don't know me. Anyway I do believe God exist I don't believe he has a plan for us or even care what happens to us. I think he just created just because he could create. However nothing is absolute so you don't need to mind my beliefs. But I just wanted to point out because there is no purpose I find my own purpose to live, whether I reach my goal or not I tried and thats enough for me to live on even if it is a short lifetime, a long lifetime or a faded glory and legend that lives on forever. I'm not going to sell myself short for an imaginary white guy with long white beard even if he did create me or our existence. My life is my life!

Miracle or not I don't mean to be ungrateful for life, if it is an accident or destiny. Who knows I doubt anybody does.

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Hi Irish, About 3 years ago when my daughter was about 4 months old my friend and I were coming back from town. We were driving across the highway and my car stopped. It wouldn't crank. A school bus was coming straight for us. We were just trying so hard to get it to crank. But then all of a sudden the car just moved and we got it to crank. We then pulled over shaken to death. Praying to God. Thanking that he had spared our lives. About a week later my car was blown up(the motor) we had to buy a brand new motor. We really lucked out.

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Even as a Christian and a believer of miracles I often cringe when I here the word faith healer. I will relate a story I personally know to be true.

I will call her Jane, I knew her for about 5 years prier. Jane was confined to a wheelchair since a young child born with cerebral Palsy. At the age of about twenty I used to transfer her from her wheelchair to my car to take her to college twice a week. One morning I went to pick her up at her door and she was standing by herself at the door with a big smirk on her face. I was quite taken aback and asked her what has happened? She explained that she had seen a faith healer a couple of days ago and felt so good she did not want to sit for the rest of her life, laughing.

Although at that point she was extremely week duo in part to muscle atrophie she required an arm to hang on too. Leading her to the car is when I noticed something really strange, She was able to walk but the energy from her I felt was not muscular but like a form of electricity was moving her.

Her whole life slowly changed for her and the last I heard she had married and was working a regular 9 to 5 job with no relapse of her condition.

All The Best

Irish

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I don't know if this can be considered a miracle, but it did affect me in a spiritual way.

I was 17 at the time and my Dad had just bought me my first car. It was during the summer and my boyfriends sister, (age 16), my sister,(age 14), and I decided to take a drive to the nearest convenient store which was about 5 miles away (we lived in the country). I drove to the store, we got what we wanted and then on our way back to the car my BF's sister suggested that she drive, as I was obviously a little nervous of this,(she had no license), she quieted my doubts with the admonition that she had been driving for at least a year because her Mom let her drive her car for practice and so she knew how to drive and I believed her. Well, I said, ok, and we proceeded to head back home when we came to the road that we needed to take a right turn on, and this was a very dangerous road because it was nothing but sharp curves and steep hills (the kind you can do jumps on). After she made the right turn she had gotton too far over to the right and into the gravel, the next thing I remember was looking down at her feet and saw that she had one foot on the excellerator or gas peddle and the other on the brake and this caused the car to start losing traction. There was a curve just after this point at which she had gotten to when the car started to spin uncontrolably, (the police said that they had estimated the spin had gotten up to 92 miles an hour), and then I remember being slammed into the dashboard (I was sitting in the middle), before the car started to roll on its' side and slamming up against a tree.

The next thing I remember is that I,(or my soul/spirit rather), was hovering above my head and I was looking at my sister and my bf's sister and "knew" that everthing was alright and then suddenly I was all the way back into my body and fully conscience. I remembered everything about that moment. There was a beautiful "radiant white light", (pure white), completely surounding all three of us and with this was a complete sense of peace and love, (no fear whatsoever), and most notibly was the "LOVE", in which I cannot honestly find words to justify.

My sister's pelvic bone had been broken and she spent time in the hospital a few days. As for me and the other girl, we were left with some bumps, bruises and sore muscles. The car itself was completely totaled and taken to the nearest junk yard.

Well, as I said before, I don't know if this can be classified as a real miracle or not but it was definately an "experience" that had changed my way of thinking and feelings about God. This experience gave me a "knowing" that God IS, and that it is only we ourselves that "think" otherwise. Now I can't seem to seek Him out enough and my inner desire to know Him is ever bringing me closer, here a little, there a little but always closer.

Blessings to All,

Curiousofall

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I certainly believe that you not only experienced a miracle but two of them. The first being the miraculous fact that you all survived such a horrendous accident. And the second one being the awareness of the moment and the spiritual enlightenment that was the result of it. Most people are unaware of their surroundings during such trauma.

I am curious to know if you experienced any time distortion (slowing up or speeding up) during the experience. From what I understand this is a common phenomenon in these cases.

Keep growing and learning and question everything.

All The Best

Irish

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These are excellent stories.

I have butterfly syndrome, but in many ways I think thats a miracle in itself.

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What a great thread! Thanks, Irish. These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

I suffered from severe depression as a teenager. One night, while I was crying and wishing God would let me die, I felt a warm sensation wrap around me, and in my mind’s eye, I saw the wings of an angel surround me. It comforted me so much that I fell into a deep sleep. The next day, things didn’t seem so terrible. The memory of those angel’s wings has comforted me throughout my lifetime.

When I was pregnant with my second child, I was told that I was measuring much too large for a 4-month fetus. The doctor thought I may have gotten my dates wrong or that I might be having twins. The ultrasound showed that the baby was the right size for the dates I had, but that there was way too much amniotic fluid around the baby. The doctor told me this was a sign of an abnormality and possibly retardation. I spent the next two weeks constantly worrying. My husband and I couldn’t decide whether to have additional tests run to determine the cause of the abnormality.

One day, while cleaning the bathroom sink and worrying, a strange feeling came over me, and I just KNEW that the baby would be fine. I didn’t hear a booming voice or see a sign in the clouds, it was just a feeling of absolute surety that nothing was wrong with the baby and all would be well. We didn’t have any other tests run, and I didn’t worry for the rest of my pregnancy.

Daniel was born a month early but fully grown at 7 pounds 12 ounces. He was perfect. I left the hospital with my baby within 24 hours of giving birth. I know that it was the Holy Spirit that had reassured me.

About 14 years ago, I was working full time at a college and raising two kids and a husband. tongue.gif I started suffering from a sharp, stabbing pain in my back which my doctor couldn’t diagnose. After an examination and some basic tests, he found nothing wrong with me. He gave me a cortisone injection in my back (which did nothing), loaded me up with pain pills and sent me on my way. After a week of constant, stabbing pain and trying to work while taking pain pills, I went back to the doctor. He still couldn’t find anything wrong with me and put me on a high dose of ibuprofen for the pain. (Yes, he was a quack and I have changed doctors long ago.)

Another week went by, the pain was constant and more severe, the ibuprofen was tearing up my stomach, and I had to miss work because I couldn’t function. I was afraid of losing my job, worried that I was dying, and I didn’t know where to turn. It came to me that I should see my priest and ask for the Anointing of the Sick, which is a Catholic sacrament. My mom drove me to my church, the priest gave me the blessing, and we left. On the way home, a voice came to me: “Tell the doctor to check for gall stones.” I wasn’t even sure what gall stones were. I told my doctor, he looked at me like I was nuts but ordered an ultrasound. I had 21 small gall stones. After surgery, I recuperated quickly and was able to go back to work.

After seeing a doctor for a year about swollen lymph nodes in her neck (yes, it was the same quack I mentioned above—but that’s another story), my mom was diagnosed with tongue and neck cancer. Our local specialist told her she had 2-5 years left to live, with or without treatment, which would include surgery for the removal of her tongue. My mom (who was in her late 60’s) told the doctor she would rather keep her tongue and let the cancer take its course so she could die quickly. The doctor told her this was a painful death—the body actually suffocates and starves because the cancer would cut off her oxygen and keep her from eating. My mom seemed resigned to dying, but her daughters and God had other plans.

I went to my allergist for sinus trouble. Out of the blue, he asked how my mom was (mom wasn’t even his patient at the time). I told him the bad news. He stopped what he was doing, went to his library and started finding and copying tons of information about Vanderbilt Cancer Clinic in Nashville, TN to give to me. He told me to get her out of our town and to Vanderbilt. After a call to Vanderbilt, who said they needed no referral and accepted everyone who asks, we set up an appointment for Mom.

Mom’s specialist at Vanderbilt was a brilliant woman. The only cancer patients she saw were neck/throat patients. She was surprised to find this type of cancer in my mother; she said that 95 percent of patients with this type of cancer were smokers, and all of her patients had been smokers. (She didn’t know Mom had smoked for 40 years before quitting.) After her initial examination, my mom said to her, “Can you just give me some pain medication so I can die peacefully?” The doctor said, “There are some patients that come to me that have no hope, and yes, we help them to die with as little pain as possible. But we can cure this.”

The treatment was difficult for everyone, especially my Mom, but experimental chemotherapy, radiation and surgery has left her with her tongue intact and her life. She has been cancer free for 8 years now. I thank God and all those marvelous doctors for her life. She is a blessing to me and my family.

God works in mysterious—and many—ways. When I remember the blessings he has given me, and I read the stories in this thread, I realize how much God is in this world—if we only look for him.

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HowdyDoo HowdyDoo grin2.gif

Thanks for sharing those remarkable stories. While I was reading them I heard an old country western song in my head, cant remember who sung it but it was called "Thank God for Un-answered Prayers" It is a very wise song because we don’t always see the big picture and ask for silly things we may regret.

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These are excellent stories.

I have butterfly syndrome, but in many ways I think thats a miracle in itself.

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Hi Walken

I have never heard of butterfly syndrome, tell me what is it?

Irish

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I certainly believe that you not only experienced a miracle but two of them. The first being the miraculous fact that you all survived such a horrendous accident. And the second one being the awareness of the moment and the spiritual enlightenment that was the result of it. Most people are unaware of their surroundings during such trauma.

I am curious to know if you experienced any time distortion (slowing up or speeding up) during the experience. From what I understand this is a common phenomenon in these cases.

Keep growing and learning and question everything.

All The Best

Irish

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Hello Irish,

I have been in two more car accidents since this particular one and I can tell you that there is indeed a sense of slowing down, like certain moments or rather seconds seem to be drug out a little longer that the rest. The particular moment in the above story of the slowing down scenario was when I had looked down at my friends feet and the 2nd time was when I was hovering above my head. Surreal is the word I can best use to describe these experiences.

This is a wonderful thread. It is a place we can be ourselves, share our stories and grow in wisdom with one another.

Blessings Always,

Curiousofall

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God works in mysterious—and many—ways. When I remember the blessings he has given me, and I read the stories in this thread, I realize how much God is in this world—if we only look for him.

God Bless you HowdyDoo. God will always be with you, you have proved it in the telling of your experiences. I could see Him there in your words. Thank you for sharing.

Blessings,

Curiousofall

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Thanks, Irish and Curious.

I often forget how blessed I have been. I am so grateful for a chance to remember and to share.

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What a great thread!  Thanks, Irish.  These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

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I have to disagree with you. There is no such thing as "small" miracles.

You haven't got depression. Your child was born healthy. Your gall stones were removed. And your Mum is still alive.

That's amazing and special and very definitely not "small"

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Hi guys

Damn my legs are getting tired, its only been 34 hours damn. The high from the ice I hit a day ago must be warring off. I gotta get out of here, the faces are coming together, all the happy faces gone, just strangers. What’s that smell, sh** some b**** just vomited on me.

“Sorry baby” she said “Your alright man, hey at least we got it on a back in the little girls room”

Need to get out of here I don’t know her I can’t believe I just did her and she just hurled on me. I’ve been hot all for a while now my body is acting up, I hate that **** the moment when the high is going cold, you feel numb then reality hits you. All that good stuff was just a sham, it was all in your head. That hot girl you had looked like Beyonce, then off the high she was just some ugly girl. You thought you were drinking crystal to find out it was just water. That guy you knocked turned out to be your best bud. That life right maybe who knows. The cold night air is giving me the shakes or is just me don‘t know.

“Jesus,” my wallet is gone, now I got to walk home a good 14 New York city blocks to my apartment. “Jesus” ha, since when I felt like it calling out Jesus. Selfish ****, people only wants him when they got a problem including me, the Santa of all problems. The guy you know who will help you out when you believe, but he never comes. “**** all that ****.” focus, focus I don’t want to scare people. I wonder if I’m walking in a straight line. Good thing there is only a small amount of people out. Odd for a town that is up most of the time.

I’ve never been a good guy, I hit and scream at my mother the only person to love me. I steal, I cheat, I curse, I fight just for the hell of it. My girlfriend, I left the b**** when I knocked her up. I take Crystal Meth all the time and some other drugs. I’m in a racket that cheats out on all the little guys, those dumb *****. Damn I done some major **** in my life. It was time that karma caught up with me, I ain't got no honor from anybody, but worst of all I ain’t got dignity of my own. So whose gonna care they probably doing society, those ******* a favor. My heart sank when I saw this guy, I owe him big and this is it, no going back now, I’m done for it.

“Look what we got here” Mark smacks me in my face a couple of time. “Where is my money”…….. “Look at me”… he smacks me in the face again. “I said ******* look at me you worthless dick, where is my ****ing money.”

“I don’t got it man.”

“You don’t got it.”

“Yeah, yo I got you son, I‘ll get the money to you tomorrow.”

“You got me no, I got you now not tomorrow now *****, your ass is done, **** this motha ***** up, I want him dead.”

I wish I could get out of this hold by marks thugs but the Meth got me ****** up, **** I ****** up, its over now. My face hurt, that ******* boot hurts like hell. What should I do now call Santa Clause, I always believed, but why now. My ribs are broken from that crowbar to my side. Why now, why should I think I deserve to call Jesus. One of the guys got a bat, he looks strong, this is going to hurt.

God, father, Christ, holy ghost or Jesus, I don’t know! Its been a long time since I prayed, ha I guess everybody prays, I remember somebody told me everybody prays because someone is always saying “Jesus give me another drink, I had a horrible day, but the funny thing is the bartender ain’t Jesus.”

I don’t know how this works, is there like a system, like you get three wishes, or your convert the amount of good deeds into a wish, or is it… forget it. Wishes or they wishes or miracles…..damn I can’t even focus during prayer. Remember back at home, my old home in long island. Mom still there, you already know that don’t you. But Remember that one morning, when the sun was out and strong. I saw the most beautiful pink butterflies in the world, and the were rimmed with gold, and glowing. Everybody thought I was crazy "there is no butterflies that are pink, gold, and glow," only my mother believed me. I still believe in those butterflies, maybe mom still believes also. I want to see them again , please forgive me.

Home still the same nothing has changed. I walked up to the door, Why for some reason I think if it was locked it was not meant to be. I turned the knob it was open, what a coincidence, no fate. Maybe not. A man old like 50 or something stood in the house.

“Who are you”

“Sorry, I thought..........”

I ran out of there but just when I hit the sidewalk “wait!” It was mom her face full of love, rage, happiness, hate, hope, despair, all in one look. She’s still at home, I started to cry. We walked towards each other with hesitation, eagerness, wondering if it could work out between us. Looking at each other thinking if their is still something there. We embraced, warm, hearts beating in sync, old memories of the good times over shadow the darkness, the bliss is overwhelming both of us can hardly hold our tears. Together, we are together again. We step back and take a look at each other see how much we have changed. Then there they were, the beautiful pink and gold rimmed butterflies glowing in the sun. We both saw them my mom and I. There is hope for a future.

This could have been me, somebody else or you in another life. Just believe. I do.original.gif

Goodnight everybody I'm going to call it a day sleepy.gif.

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What a great thread!  Thanks, Irish.  These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

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I have to disagree with you. There is no such thing as "small" miracles.

You haven't got depression. Your child was born healthy. Your gall stones were removed. And your Mum is still alive.

That's amazing and special and very definitely not "small"

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Bobbie:

Just to clarify: I think the point of my sharing was to prove that there are no small miracles. I just took poetic license to prove a point.

I did not say I have depression now--I had depression as a teenager. Actually, I'm quite content at this point in my life, and I am thoroughly grateful for everything I have.

Maybe I wasn't clear in my sharing; for this I apologize.

God bless!

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Hi super pancake

Wow! I look back on the things I had to contend with as a youth and I begin to think I was pretty lucky. Even growing up in Northern Ireland during the worst of the troubles is not much compared to someone growing up on the worst side of a big city. With its gang violence and drug wars and total despair. I, at least knew who my enemies were and could chose to avoid them, for the most part!

I think I understand why drugs and alcohol seems to be the only escape from a reality that is both brutal and cruel. I do not have any answers for you and can only offer my prayers that you can find an escape that does not have a price as high as drugs, and I don’t mean monetary price.

I am sure that most here would agree that you need a personal miracle in your life to change the direction you are heading in. But you yourself must be ready to embrace it, and I sincerely hope that you are.

All The Best

Irish

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Hello everybody!

Hey Irish, this is not my life fortunately but an experience my friend shared to me. He is a criminal I could safely say, did some minor crimes and a few felonies. Was a big crystal meth user because it comes with the lifestyle, he was a big club scene kind of guy. So to keep it up he did crystal meth. He owed to many people money got roughed up badly, he should of been dead, said he prayed for those butterflies and saw them again, thanks god everyday after that plus he is back with his mother. He's doing pretty good for himself now, watches over his mom and got a job as a anti-drug counselor the last time I talked to him. a good guy who found himself in God he tells me. He's always telling me to do the same, I respond "I'll be O.K. on my own," then he is like "for how long?"

As for me I used to do drugs small stuff only stoped because I promised my mom as long I live in her house I will be drug free. so i just write short stories, lyrics, scripts, to pass the time and stay out of trouble. God, religion, and spirituality is a big thing in my life, I'm glad to have met a lot of people from all walks of life to share there miracles of God to me. I believe in them all. original.gif

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Everyone here has amazing storys, My Miracles are my two kids.. wub.gif

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Everyone here has amazing storys, My Miracles are my two kids.. wub.gif

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The miracle may be in surviving them grin2.gif

Don't worry it much better as a grandparent, finaly revenge thumbsup.gifw00t.gif

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Well, i'm a bit skeptical over what actually happened, but I will share the story, it's still a mystery to me. I was 8 or 9, and we were moving out of our house. Me, my older brother, and his friend were moving a 200 pound wheelchair ramp by slowly siding it across the grass because how else would a couple of 12 year olds and an 8 year old move it? My brother and his friend left for some reason, and they thought I was with them, so they didn't realize they left me with the huge ramp! Of course how could a little kid keep from it falling on him? I dunno, but I somehow pushed it away from me and escaped with a little cut on the neck. I don't know how it happened because back then I was weak and pathetic.

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I find it hard to believe in miracles, but I do have some experiences that I can't explain.

The first one was when I was 13 and was at the top of a high pine tree, were the limbs are only 1" thick, and fell I hit a few limbs that turn the fall into a spin. I hit the ground on my back with my right arm twisted under me and my right leg twisted out to the right. When I went to the doctor and told him what happened he said my arm and leg should be broke. Like I said I don't know if its a miracle but I do some stupid things and have never broken anything.

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I find it hard to believe in miracles, but I do have some experiences that I can't explain.

The first one was when I was 13 and was at the top of a high pine tree, were the limbs are only 1" thick, and fell I hit a few limbs that turn the fall into a spin. I hit the ground on my back with my right arm twisted under me and my right leg twisted out to the right. When I went to the doctor and told him what happened he said my arm and leg should be broke. Like I said I don't know if its a miracle but I do some stupid things and have never broken anything.

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I find it strange many do not easily believe in miracles even when they experience them first hand. We are always looking for the big indisputable ones we can prove to others. When the truth really is a quiet voice inside our soul, not a vain arrogant boaster of itself.

Thanks for sharing yours.

Irish

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"THERE IS NO ORDER OF DIFFICULTY IN MIRACLES"

A course in Miracles

Beautiful Stories, Irish, I loved the asking God why their are disabled children, so beautiful. Well I think my life is a continual miracle I have so many stories but I will share this one, My son (8 at the time) had a friend who shot himself in the head (he was older and was having relationship problems) my son was distraught to the say the least and he asked me would he be okay and I truthfully didn't know what to say so I said son ask God Ask God for a dream and she'll answer (we have 100% sucess with prayers being answered ) better than I could, The next day he says Mom Buddy is gonna be okay I was kind of surprised I said what do you mean, He says Mom I had a dream last nite I talked to Buddy the bullet missed his brain and he's gonna make a full recovery, he's gonna be okay Mom, Do you know he made a full recovery the bullet missed his brain. I hope you loved this as much as Me and my children have great relationships with God because of these stories, So to me God covers all bases. Great Topic I wish there was more of these. Namaste Sheri

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I just met a really great guy... lots of strange coincidences in our stories, and we have identical scars on our hands original.gif fate is grand ! laugh.gifthumbsup.gif

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That was a remarkable story Sheri berri how is he recovering, any permanent damage? It’s very sad when someone is so distraught they are willing to take there own life. Pain most often is a temporary thing both emotional and physical and truly does build character. I find it interesting that memory of past pain is often very vague unlike memories of joy. Perhaps that is what our creator intended.

Bizeebutt I believe we have an existence prior to coming into this life, not so much as reincarnations but a form of spiritual fellowship. And before the debunkers arrive let me say I have no evidence of this and I do not wish to defend my position. However I believe throughout our lives we meet those that we once had that special fellowship with as part of our chosen destiny. I know in my heart from the moment I first met my wife that I was once again reunited with my best friend.

All the best in your new relationship.

Irish

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