I want You to Need Me - by Celine Dion

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Fairy Tale in Real Life - Story 4

From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrelled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh.

She had lost her voice....

The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, countless of phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.

He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll know how to treasure.

Treasure what you have right now, or else you will regret one day...

Poster's comment : Sometimes things are not as simple as faith.....

Fairy Tale in Real Life - Story 3

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan became blind.

Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. 'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead, her heart knotted with anger.

But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly.

Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me."
Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.

Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you."

Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "Why do you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, "What do you mean?" The driver said, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

"You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her..."
So if you love someone be faithful to that person and show them that you respect them.

A Love Letter To A Man

Dear Man,

As you got up this morning, I hoped you would talk to me, even if it was just a few words, asking how I am or just telling something good that happened in your life the other day. But I understand you were too busy trying to find the right clothing to wear. When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to remember about me and the promised you made a few days ago about calling me but you were too busy to process that in your mind.

Then you sprang to your feet, and I thought you would call me but you called a friend or a client or a worker of yours to get the information about the company. With all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.

I was aware that before lunch you would have some time to say something as simple as “I love you” but still you were too busy that you continue working right after your late lunch. That’s okay. There’s still more time left and I don’t give up hope. You went home and seems you were too tired to do anything including replying my mails. You even have stopped responding anything I had said in the mail for the last few months but I understand the situation. I still tried to have a joyful conversation as healthy couples always do, but you are too busy to still respond me so I didn’t disturb you as I am afraid that you would just think that I am bothering your time and I remained silent.

Bedtime I guess you felt too tired to even pick your phone and remember the promise that you would call me. That’s okay. Maybe you just haven’t realized that I am always there for you even when you haven’t let me to be there by your side.

I love you so much that I wait everyday expecting your understanding on how I feel but you don’t seem to try to understand. All I hope is that I have the patience long enough to make you understand.

I can’t and I don’t want to let you go. I love you so much that I expect what you do and how you behave would be a lot better than what you said because what you do and how you behave mean a lot more to me than your convincing worlds. It is hard indeed to have one-sided conversation. I would wait until you understand OR until you let me go for good by keep doing this behavior of yours.

Well, you are getting up once again. And once again I will wait, wait with nothing but Love for you, the only man I ever loved sincerely. Hoping that one day you will give me some quality time to bring the smiles in my face and the joy in my heart and the rush of energy in my every vein that only YOU could give.

Always have a blissful day, Dear!

With Love and Hope of Understanding,
A woman

A Story of A Little Girl

There was a girl, around 7 years old, who was born in a medium-class family. She doesn’t have any siblings so she was on her own with all her possession and love.
She lived with her parents in their wonderful, warm house. She loved her father. Whatever she felt, her father will be the first she let know except if she got wounded while playing at school. She loved her father despite the clobbers from him that she used to get if she did anything wrong. She loved her father despite the harsh play her father used to have with her.
At that time, her mother was a pillar for her. Each time, this little girl feel scared of her dad, she would ask her mother to go to her grandparents’ house. There she knew that she would have a wonderful company. There was grandma to cook nice meal for her, there was grandpa to tell her stories and play merrily with her, even though there was an aunt of hers who never liked her.
But despite all, she liked her dad until one fine day….
There was one fine day when she realized that her dad not only furious of her, but also of her mother. That day she was hurt. She was small, many people thought she didn’t feel but they were wrong. She could feel but she didn’t cry…she didn’t know how to cry on that kind of things at that time. She kept that pain inside her little chest.
There was one day, at around evening time, it was bright as if the Sun was very happy… Her mother decided to leave that house of theirs and go to that little girl grandparents’ house. That little girl was very happy. After the pain she felt, she was very joyful with this news. No one will hit her anymore, no one will shed tears in her mother’s eyes anymore.
But…unfortunately, that little girl is not very fortunate. She didn’t realize that until 8 years later. She was a teenager and she saw many strange things happening around her. The Love that she thought was genuine was nothing other than a mere beautiful mask. The warm situation that she felt, fade away. At that time, she felt that pain again. But again she was silent.
No one ever knows, not even that little girl herself knows why each time she’s hurt she go to silence mode. She will retreat to a place where she could think and digest. It’s not her revenge to the situation, but that’s the only way she knows to calm herself down. She doesn’t talk her pain unless she trusted a person. She doesn’t talk her expectations, hope and deepest imagination unless she trusted that person. She decided to talk to her grandmother since at that time, her mother was still a stranger for her in some kind of comprehension. Then she knows that everybody put the mistake on her mother…. For that little girl, her mother is a stranger but she knows how genuine her mother is. She was silent again since she didn’t get the answer.
Until one day, 3 years later, her mother talked to her. Her mother decided to talk to her because she thought her little girl has grown up enough to know about some things. There was the day, that little girl learn to cry. She cried, not for the pain she felt…but for the betrayals that had happened behind her back, behind her mother’s back. That betrayal wiped off all the good things that she had faced in the previous years… She thought that all of them were fake, nothing is truly genuine.
Now she has grown up into a independent young adult. Deep inside her, all she knows about her is that she's a person with full of love without a channel to convey it. She often shed tears when she realized how tragic it is to have "love" but never know how or to whom to share it. Still, she faced her environment with the angle that had shaped her life, betrayal.
She didn’t give chances to people to enter the fortress she has built. She stopped trusting people and she thought she will be that way till the end.But one magical day came from nowhere…. She met someone who could teach her what trust is, what Love is, what faith is. With the background she had, she was very skeptical, but somewhere deep inside her heart keep telling her to give a try this time and she did. Many people, even maybe the one who came to teach her thought that she was just accepting things, but it wasn’t….she was learning…. She broke all the restrictions, she broke the fortress she has built one brick by one brick. She slipped and fell down several times, but her teacher didn’t leave her. Again she slipped, but this time she found her teacher is getting fed up with her….What should she do? She hasn’t completed the lesson yet…
She started to feel that she is disrespected by her teacher and she will run away like hell once she feels that anybody made her feel that she’s disrespected. That’s not the feeling she feels happy to tolerate.
Will she be successful in completing the lesson? Or Will she be abandoned in the Limbo and the situation is forced for her to build even a stronger eternal fortress? Will her heart melt for good? Or Will her heart finally become irreversible frozen till the end of her life? Will there be a renaissance or It will be eternally pitch black? Will she forgive her teacher or will she leave her teacher for good?
What will be the end of this story? Only the angels know ….

Fairy Tale in Real Life - Story 2

Nurse: "It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches) removed from his thumb.

He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I(nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.

I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.
Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning somewhere else,as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still going every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Good friends are like stars...You don't always see them, but you always know they're there....

Hansel and Gretel

HANSEL & GRETEL

Once upon a time a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel. His second wife often ill-treated the children and was forever nagging the woodcutter.

"There is not enough food in the house for us all. There are too many mouths to feed! We must get rid of the two brats," she declared. And she kept on trying to persuade her husband to abandon his children in the forest.

"Take them miles from home, so far that they can never find their way back! Maybe someone will find them and give them a home." The downcast woodcutter didn't know what to do. Hansel who, one evening, had overheard his parents' conversation, comforted Gretel.

"Don't worry! If they do leave us in the forest, we'll find the way home," he said. And slipping out of the house he filled his pockets with little white pebbles, then went back to bed.

All night long, the woodcutter's wife harped on and on at her husband till, at dawn, he led Hansel and Gretel away into the forest. But as they went into the depths of the trees, Hansel dropped a little white pebble here and there on the mossy green ground. At a certain point, the two children found they really were alone: the woodcutter had plucked up enough courage to desert
them, had mumbled an excuse and was gone.

Night fell but the woodcutter did not return. Gretel began to sob bitterly. Hansel too felt scared but he tried to hide his feelings and comfort his sister.

"Don't cry, trust me! I swear I'll take you home even if Father doesn't come back for us!" Luckily the moon was full that night and Hansel waited till its cold light filtered through the trees.

"Now give me your hand!" he said. "We'll get home safely, you'll see!" The tiny white pebbles gleamed in the moonlight, and the children found their way home. They crept through a half open window, without wakening their parents. Cold, tired but thankful to be home again, they slipped into bed.

Next day, when their stepmother discovered that Hansel and Gretel had returned, she went into a rage. Stifling her anger in front of the children, she locked her bedroom door, reproaching her husband for failing to carry out her orders. The weak woodcutter protested, torn as he was between shame and fear of disobeying his cruel wife. The wicked stepmother kept Hansel and Gretel under lock and key all day with nothing for supper but a sip of water and some hard bread. All night, husband and wife quarreled, and when dawn came, the woodcutter led the children out into the forest.

Hansel, however, had not eaten his bread, and as he walked through the trees, he left a trail of crumbs behind him to mark the way. But the little boy had forgotten about the hungry birds that lived in the forest. When they saw him, they flew along behind and in no time at all, had eaten all the crumbs. Again, with a lame excuse, the woodcutter left his two children by
themselves.

"I've left a trail, like last time!" Hansel whispered to Gretel, consolingly. But when night fell, they saw to their horror, that all the crumbs had gone.

"I'm frightened!" wept Gretel bitterly. "I'm cold and hungry and I want to go home!"

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to look after you!" Hansel tried to encourage his sister, but he too shivered when he glimpsed frightening shadows and evil eyes around them in the darkness. All night the two children huddled together for warmth at the foot of a large tree.

When dawn broke, they started to wander about the forest, seeking a path, but all hope soon faded. They were well and truly lost. On they walked and walked, till suddenly they came upon a strange cottage in the middle of a glade.

"This is chocolate!" gasped Hansel as he broke a lump of plaster from the wall.

"And this is icing!" exclaimed Gretel, putting another piece of wall in her mouth. Starving but delighted, the children began to eat pieces of candy broken off the cottage.

"Isn't this delicious?" said Gretel, with her mouth full. She had never tasted anything so nice.

"We'll stay here," Hansel declared, munching a bit of nougat. They were just about to try a piece of the biscuit door when it quietly swung open.

"Well, well!" said an old woman, peering out with a crafty look. "And haven't you children a sweet tooth?"

"Come in! Come in, you've nothing to fear!" went on the old woman. Unluckily for Hansel and Gretel, however, the sugar candy cottage belonged to an old witch, her trap for catching unwary victims. The two children had come to a really nasty place.

"You're nothing but skin and bones!" said the witch, locking Hansel into a cage. I shall fatten you up and eat you!"

"You can do the housework," she told Gretel grimly, "then I'll make a meal of you too!" As luck would have it, the witch had very bad eyesight, an when Gretel smeared butter on her glasses, she could see even less.

"Let me feel your finger!" said the witch to Hansel every day to check if he was getting any fatter. Now, Gretel had brought her brother a chicken bone, and when the witch went to touch his finger, Hansel held out the bone.

"You're still much too thin!" she complained. When will you become plump?" One day the witch grew tired of waiting.

"Light the oven," she told Gretel. "We're going to have a tasty roasted boy today!" A little later, hungry and impatient, she went on: "Run and see if the oven is hot enough." Gretel returned, whimpering: "I can't tell if it is hot enough or not." Angrily, the witch screamed at the little girl: "Useless child! All right, I'll see for myself." But when the witch bent down to peer inside the oven and check the heat, Gretel gave her a tremendous push and slammed the oven door shut. The witch had come to a fit and proper end. Gretel ran to set her brother free and they made quite sure that the oven door was tightly shut behind the witch. Indeed, just to be on the safe side, they fastened it firmly with a large padlock. Then they stayed for several days to
eat some more of the house, till they discovered amongst the witch's belongings, a huge chocolate egg. Inside lay a casket of gold coins.

"The witch is now burnt to a cinder," said Hansel, "so we'll take this treasure with us." They filled a large basket with food and set off into the forest to search for the way home. This time, luck was with them, and on the second day, they saw their father come out of the house towards them, weeping.

"Your stepmother is dead. Come home with me now, my dear children!" The two children hugged the woodcutter.

"Promise you'll never ever desert us again," said Gretel, throwing her arms round her father's neck. Hansel opened the casket.

"Look, Father! We're rich now . . . You'll never have to chop wood again."

And they all lived happily together ever after.