(From the front lines in Iraq) submitted by Laurie Wicker-Proctor (a letter written by her nephew, Joshua) We had two contacts today about twenty five minutes apart. First one: we were rolling down a terrible road behind a dilapidated town, poor and falling
It was December 18, 1997 and I was writing out my Christmas cards. This in itself was perfectly normal considering the season…but I was writing them in the surgical waiting room at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center in Manhattan. My husband, Michael, was 30
submitted by Laurie Early this morning I received a phone call from my brother, Michael. His son, Josh, is stationed in Iraq with a unit of Marines who search for and disable explosive devices. (Josh is 24 years old and newly married). Josh’s
submitted by Ally I was divorced from my first husband and had re-married….I felt I had truly found my soul mate. I was finally involved in a great church (my first husband and I only attended church occasionally) and was attending a Ladies
by Linda Van Fleet Sometimes we expect God to send angels to help us and other people who are in need. But, maybe God wants YOU to be the “angel.” This is illustrated in a letter I received this week from my sister,
by Linda Van Fleet My daughter visited me last weekend. She was depressed and discouraged because of a corporate legal battle she has been caught up in through no wrongdoing on her part. Named a party in a lawsuit between a client and
by Arthur King My name is Arthur King, and I am an alcoholic. In the summer of 1995 I found myself broke and destitute because of my alcoholism. I started to say the quick prayer I always said when things weren’t going my
by Clyde Robichaud I am submitting this story for the inspiration and enjoyment of the reading audience. These are not events that transpired in my own life but in the life of a man who became a very close and personal friend of
by Carrie The Mallee country of Victoria (Australia) where I lived as a child is hot and dry. We?d often go for weeks on end with the temperature hovering around 100 degrees (F). This meant great swimming pool weather. It was the end
by Nora Miller I was thirty-nine years old when I found out that I was pregnant for the first time in my life. My husband and I had tried for sixteen years to have a child. We had tried every medical way to have