The meaning of life, or at least what you should not take for granted
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You have been warned, this is not suitable for those who are money crazy, indulges themselves often, thinks of nothing but themselves. then THIS IS FOR YOU or not. so heres a story
(NO, intentional purposes on religion insults. I RESPECT YOUR RELIGION)
(IF, you still dont wanna do anything with this, Skip ahead (eventhough i dont reccomend it) to the part AFTER the story)
THE SMELL OF RAIN
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctorwalked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggyfrom surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latestnews. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple'snew daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they alreadyknew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. 'I don't think she's going to make it,' he said, as kindly ashe could. 'There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night,and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future couldbe a very cruel one'
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described thedevastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind,and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions fromcerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.'No! No!' was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of theday they would have a daughter to become a family of four.Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping awayBut as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', thelightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn'teven cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strengthof their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet lightin the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay closeto their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here andan ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to holdher in their arms for the very first time.
And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warnthat her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life,were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her motherhad predicted. Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glitteringgray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply,she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy endingis far from the end of her story.One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas , Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a localball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several otheradults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked,'Do you smell that?'Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied,'Yes, it smells like r ain.' Dana closed her eyes and again asked, 'Do you smell that?' Once again, her mother replied, 'Yes, I think we're about to get wet.It smells like rain.' Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,'No, it smells like Him.
It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.' Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and allthe members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in theirhearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life,when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.
Sorry for not puting many pictures.
ahh. the smell of rain smells weird doesn't it?
I feel wierd. Like my heart is just about to expode. you know when you eat to much and your stomach is very full? yea, thats just how my heart feels like although i have no idea what it just ate. H2O perhaps? Nutrition? or a hidden meaning?
Oh man, theres a problem with the website which allows me to put music in here. Now i cant even upload a single thing. it just kinda hangs there. AND NO my computer is NOT lagging!
We cant spell success without you. We also cannot spell failure without you
You have been warned, this is not suitable for those who are money crazy, indulges themselves often, thinks of nothing but themselves. then THIS IS FOR YOU or not. so heres a story
(NO, intentional purposes on religion insults. I RESPECT YOUR RELIGION)
(IF, you still dont wanna do anything with this, Skip ahead (eventhough i dont reccomend it) to the part AFTER the story)
THE SMELL OF RAIN
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctorwalked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggyfrom surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latestnews. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple'snew daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they alreadyknew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. 'I don't think she's going to make it,' he said, as kindly ashe could. 'There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night,and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future couldbe a very cruel one'
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described thedevastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind,and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions fromcerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.'No! No!' was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of theday they would have a daughter to become a family of four.Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping awayBut as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', thelightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn'teven cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strengthof their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet lightin the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay closeto their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here andan ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to holdher in their arms for the very first time.
And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warnthat her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life,were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her motherhad predicted. Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glitteringgray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply,she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy endingis far from the end of her story.One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas , Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a localball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several otheradults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked,'Do you smell that?'Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied,'Yes, it smells like r ain.' Dana closed her eyes and again asked, 'Do you smell that?' Once again, her mother replied, 'Yes, I think we're about to get wet.It smells like rain.' Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,'No, it smells like Him.
It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.' Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and allthe members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in theirhearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life,when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.
Sorry for not puting many pictures.
ahh. the smell of rain smells weird doesn't it?
I feel wierd. Like my heart is just about to expode. you know when you eat to much and your stomach is very full? yea, thats just how my heart feels like although i have no idea what it just ate. H2O perhaps? Nutrition? or a hidden meaning?
Oh man, theres a problem with the website which allows me to put music in here. Now i cant even upload a single thing. it just kinda hangs there. AND NO my computer is NOT lagging!
We cant spell success without you. We also cannot spell failure without you
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