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FINAL INTERVIEW WITH GOD

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THE FINAL INTERVIEW WITH GOD

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The soldier stood and faced The Ultimate,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

‘Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
Have you been true and going to the Temple?’

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
‘No, Sir, I guess I isn’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be divine.

I’ve had to work most 365 days,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here who are with You.
They never wanted me around any way,
Except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t have a place for me, I’ll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where all the Devas had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his Almighty.

‘Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on to the streets of Bliss,
You’ve done your time to deserve it.’

(Author Unknown and edited too my taste.)
Thinking of all the soldiers of the free world.

It’s the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the press. It’s the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It’s the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It’s the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.

If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.

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The family doctor told little John that he could save his sister’s life by giving her some blood. The little five-year-old girl was very near death, she was a victim of the same deadly disease from which John, her elder brother of age eight, had made a marvellous recovery two years earlier. The only chance for restoration to health was a blood transfusion from someone who had previously conquered the illness.

Since the two children [John and the sick little sister] had the same rare blood type, the boy was the ideal donor.

“John, would you like to give your blood for your sister Mary?” the doctor asked him.

The boy hesitated. His lower lip started to tremble out of fear. Then he finally smiled, and said, “Yes, Doctor. I’ll give my blood for my sister.”

Soon the two children were wheeled into the operating theatre – Mary, now very pale and thin; John, robust and the picture of health. Neither of them said a word, they both remained silent. but when their eyes met, John grinned…

s his blood siphoned into Mary’s veins, one could obviously see new life come into her weak and tired body. The ordeal was almost over when John’s brave little voice broke the long silence, “Say Doctor, when will I die?”

It was only then that the doctor realised what the moment of hesitation, the trembling of the lip, had meant earlier.

Being just a little bey, John actually thought that when giving his blood to his sister he was giving up his life! And in that brief moment, the final decision that he had made was the greatest love of all…

The doctor was moved by the little boy’s brave final decision… the unconditional sacrificing love…

MESSAGE OF THE STORY: Sacrificing out of what you have is human nature, but sacrificing all of what you have needs a lot of LOVE.

Nowadays people always think of what they can get in return before giving, if the return is less than their givings, then they will be reluctant to give. Always think of what you can do to help others and not just what you can get from them.

Life is the supreme possession of every one. Like they say, There is no greater sacrifice than the willingness to die to give life to another person . Similarly here, a young boy agreeing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of saving his sister’s life! The supreme love and affection indeed

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Since the two children [John and the sick little sister] had the same rare blood type, the boy was the ideal donor.

“John, would you like to give your blood for your sister Mary?” the doctor asked him.

The boy hesitated. His lower lip started to tremble out of fear. Then he finally smiled, and said, “Yes, Doctor. I’ll give my blood for my sister.”

It was only then that the doctor realised what the moment of hesitation, the trembling of the lip, had meant earlier.

The doctor was moved by the little boy’s brave final decision… the unconditional sacrificing love…

MESSAGE OF THE STORY: Sacrificing out of what you have is human nature, but sacrificing all of what you have needs a lot of LOVE.

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