...Woo 11pm writing ftw!!

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I talked to a man. Who told me a story. Quite a cute one..and moving one if your in the mood. So here it goes.

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He was around 8. A doctor had to lengthen his leg because it was shorter than his other leg. The doctor simply put it in "understandable" terms, cut open his leg, stretched the bones, and held them in place by nailing in 4 pins. Neway, he tells of two people. One who laid on his left, had a hole in his leg. Maggots were eating his flesh daily, and a nurse had to come peel them off. The procedere was, take one maggot, hear the man scream in pain, and take another one to hear the man scream. One hour in the morning and one hour at night. He died. The second person suffered three days. He had cancer. A tumor growing near his stomach and intestines. Pushing them out, causing excruciating pain. He slowly died.

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Lol these two are the part which he just told me to help me understand how to help people who are affected by seeing people who died next to them. IT DOES affect the person so don't laugh.

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The next one is kinda nicer.

The man, slightly older had to be submitted to the hospital to have a sugery. His bed was next to a 18 year old teenager or young man..wadever it may be. This young man, had cancer. A tumor growing in him. He aced his O's. He was on his way to ace his As. But what the man told me next, was that everyday without fail, he would roll his wheelchair next to the young man to have a chat with him. And the conversation that he kept in his heart went something like this :

Boy:Hello

YoungMan:Hi

YoungMan:(sigh)I know I am going to die. No matter what they do to me, I will die.

Boy:(Sad face)

YoungMan:I am not sad. (Smile) I am just angry at myself for being a burden to my parents. I wish I could die now. Please little boy, pray that God will take me early, so that my parents will be free of me earlier too.

(Yeah, I ALMOST teared here..then)

The boy did pray that God would take him early..and the young man did die. What the old man told me next, was just too touching, his tone, his sincerity, What he said was something like, I prayed for him. That God would take him early. But I will forever respect that person. Up till the day he died, at the moment he died, no matter how much unseen pain he was going through, he was reading a book, and he died, with a textbook in his arms.

(and there went one tear off me..)

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K now that we are done with the story.

Someone who asked the Pope:Why in the world do you call God, God. If he allows so much suffering, such as the rape, torture and beatings on Catholic Nuns who were missionaries to help the africans.

_Fact:God allows Suffering. Why? Read on. The pope gave a damn good answer.

Pope:Why? Because it is what we believe. What is the point of calling yourself Catholic, a missionary if God tells you,"My child, go to Africa, I shall cover you with my shield of light, so that no harm will ever come to you!" What is the point then? God allows suffering because we believe that what we do, is REALLY God's work. There is no work of God, if God tells you he will shield you while you do everything and you go knowing you are perfectly fine. These Nuns, KNEW that they would be raped, beaten and tortured. They knew! Why did they go then? Because they did the work of God, because this is the true meaning of being Catholic. To go do good even when you KNOW that evil will decend upon you. This is why it is called God's work. Because of our suffering and sacrifice for the benefit of others. This is why we call God, God and why WE ARE CATHOLIC!

(Caps to enforce when I think he would say with more gusto)

Gewdnitez..<3