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It has ben a bit of a long dream to even think about writing a book and prety soon that dream is going to be a reality. Its surreal because not like to think that I could do it. As much as I have loved reading all my life and life to come. Always admired authors and their writing and still do. Writing is an art. It is an art that allows one to express themselves with the all the creativity that they can muster. Writing allows your voice to be heard through the mouths of the characters. Writing is able to capture the hearts of your readers and sustain them in such a way to move them. My writing efforts are the beginnings of something wonderful. Thank you for your support! Blessings

Fun
Humor
Good energy
Positively efficacious
Belly laughs
love
Childlike
Human
Happiness, makes us human...
It helps us connect to our loving selves...
It is wonderful...
It is beautiful...
It makes us warm and not cold...
Happy! Have a happy day!

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This a scene where Loreina's husband and son are in the hospital after having major surgery from being involved in a car accident.

Prologue
I couldn’t eat now, but she reminded me that I was eating for two, and I needed to be strong to go see Nick and Dachon. I knew she was right. I ate as much as possible. I told them that Harrington and Maxx were on their way. Mom and Marja were prepping me to go see Nick and Dachon.

They took me to see them. They were both in the same way as I had seen them. Nick’s head was wrapped in bandages. Dachon’s right leg and left arm were in a cast. Dachon’s head was still wrapped in bandages. I walked over to Nick and squeezed his hand. I kissed him on his forehead. I just kept thinking of how much we loved each other. Tears were welling up in my eyes. I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. I looked over at Dachon, got up from Nick’s bed, and walked over to him. I kissed him on the forehead and held his little hands in mine. I remember rocking him to sleep while telling him little bedtime stories. He would fall asleep in my arms, and now he lay there helpless, and there was nothing I can do but pray that the Lord brings them back to me. I tried to think positively and with optimism. This wasn’t easy. I stayed with them through lunch. They still hadn’t awakened yet. When the doctor came to see them, I asked the doctor if this was normal for them to not awaken for this long since their surgery. He said yes. He said recovery can take months, and sometimes a patient can lapse into a coma. He said that they are not in a coma but in a sleeping state.

Afternoon came and Maxx had made it to the hospital. Harrington and Nick’s parents were on their way. Mom and Marja filled Maxx in on what was happening, which is not much. Maxx came into their room. We greeted each other and hugged. Then he moved over to Nick and kissed him on the forehead. He held Nick’s hand. For a brief moment, I thought Nick’s hand moved a bit. Maxx then saw his little nephew Dachon on the other bed. He replaced Nick’s hand and walked over to his nephew and kissed him on the forehead. He held Dachon’s little hand in his. It was a moment of nostalgia. Indescribable. Because our hearts lay on the two beds and, at this moment, time is not ours. We are not in control. Their life hangs at the hands of fate and with faith standing on the background of hope.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The hospital had a chapel. I went there to sit with the Lord. What else can I do? I knelt and stared at Risen Lord image over the altar. I prayed to my Risen Lord and asked him if my Nick and Dachon that He gave me as a gift can rise too. I prayed with an aching heart that His will would be done, whichever way it went; I gave thanks to my Risen Lord that I was able to have happy memories with them. I prayed that whichever way it goes that the babe in my womb would be safe, and I thanked the Lord for this little gift of life as well. I gave my Risen Lord my sorrows, my pain and my aching heart. I told Him that in the silence of my faith, I am sad that this happened, and I know somehow all things would work for the greater good. I thanked the Lord for this sense of strength I still feel within. The pains in my lower abdomen were not as bad as before. The pain had subsided. I just sat there in silence. Helpless, but not really. I looked up at the image of my Lord, and with raw heartfelt please, I prayed, “Lord, I don’t want them to go to heaven yet. I want us to spend more time together. Dachon is only four. Nick loves his community projects. We have our family dream to fulfill. I know heaven is a better place. I just want some more time with them. We love them. In all this, I respect Your will.” I knelt before the Lord and said the Lord’s Prayer and the Hail Mary and genuflected. I left the chapel and returned to their room.

By this time, Nick’s parents and Harrington were in Nick and Dachon’s room. I hugged them all and told them I was spending some quiet time at the chapel. Nick’s father, Brandon, was sitting with Nick; and Nick’s mom, Vera, was sitting with Dachon. They were silent. I left Brandon and Vera alone with Nick and Dachon and went to the lobby to be with the others. On the way to the lobby, I felt a sharp excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. I nearly fell on the floor. Thank goodness a nurse was walking by and held me up. There was a wheelchair that was stationed on the side of the wall of the hallway. She wheeled it over to me and helped me to sit on it.

She asked me if I had a room in the hospital. I told her yes and that my family was in the lobby. She wheeled me to the lobby. Harrington came forward, and the nurse told him that I needed to rest because I nearly collapsed in the hallway. Mom, Marja, Maxx, and Harrington took me to my room. They said that I needed to rest, and they would check on Nick and Dachon for me. What could I say? I needed to rest because if I didn’t the little baby in my womb would be in danger. I could go to see Nick and Dachon a little later. I rested for about two hours and woke up feeling better. Nick’s parents were in my room. “Hi, Brandon and Vera. How are you? Were there any responses from Nick and Dachon? I asked.”
Brandon said, “They both have not awakened yet. I did feel Nick squeezing my thumb a little, but Dachon has been the same.” Vera was solemn. She smiled at me a little. I could see the worry on her face. I sat up from the bed and reached over to touch her hand. “We just have to stay strong and hope for the best.” She nodded yes. Brandon asked what happened (although they knew from Maxx telling them, I guess they wanted to hear it from me). I motioned them to sit down and proceeded to explain to them what happened.

I started from what the police officers informed me about the robbery that led to the car chase to the multiple car accident that resulted. I further explained the aftermath where three people were air lifted to the nearest hospital for emergency surgeries. Nick and Dachon being two of the three. They both sat there in dismay. I told them that I never had the chance to tell Nick that I was pregnant with our child (tears welling up in my eyes). Brandon and Vera got up and came over to me. We hugged with a sense of reassurance and warmth. Then I said, “Let us go see Nick and Dachon.” The pain had subsided, and I was able to sit in the wheelchair without help. They wheeled me to Nick and Dachon’s room.

While we were there, the nurse came and announced that visiting hours would be over in thirty minutes. I told everyone that they were staying at our house. Mom and Marja were in charge of making sure everyone was settled there for their stay. They both new our house very well, so I knew everyone would be okay.

Everyone started to say their good-byes to Nick and Dachon. I myself was wheeled back into my room with instructions that Dr. Chung and Dr. Waverly would be there to check up on me. The nurse in charge of Nick and Dachon said that Dr. Friedman would be in tomorrow morning to check on Nick, and Dr. Waverly would also check on Dachon in the morning as well. I said okay. I just felt like I was at a standstill with nothing to do. You know at this point there really was nothing to do, but be patient and continue visiting them. Everything was in the Lord’s hands now. The Lord was giving me strength and peace from within. I gave thanks to Lord and prayed that both Nick and Dachon would pull through with God’s grace. With these thoughts in mind, I fell asleep.

Next morning, I woke up early around 5:00 a.m. The hospital room was quiet. I decided to get ready and go visit Nick and Dachon. I missed spending alone time with them. I haven’t heard from anyone yet. The pains had subsided while I was freshening up and getting ready. Feeling stronger, I didn’t use the wheelchair and walked down to the opposite side of the twelfth floor to the ICU area. The hallway was very quiet. The nurses’ station was also quiet. The energy was quiet and serene. At this point, it didn’t feel like this was a hospital, which seemed odd for me to think that. As I turned the corner, the scenery changed before me, I saw nurses and doctors coming in and out of Nick and Dachon’s hospital room. Here, there was a lot of energy in the area at such an early morning. Approaching their room, I stopped one of the nurses. She recognized me and said, “Oh, Mrs. Oberon, we were just about to come and see you. Mr. Oberon and your son, Dachon, are in distress. We are trying to stabilize them. The doctors are inside doing the best they can to stabilize them.”

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Beautiful soul needing new water
Mid-day trip, daily routine
Peaceful moment to recollect
Peaceful moment to regain herself
Peaceful moment to get away...
Unbeknownst new encounter to come to disturb a quiet sanctuary(?)

Thirsty stranger waiting
From a long journey sitting, waiting
Friends are gone to come back later
No cup, no jug, no bucket to use
Throat is parched dry, needing water
Unbeknownst new encounter to come to save, a blessing to behold.

At the well
The well was since given by ancestors past, Jacob...
To bring people together in unity
To communicate in harmony
To love one another as I have loved you
To quench each others thirst

Two strangers meet
Thirsty meets quench
Conversation erupts in a quiet way
Listening with assurance
Listening with compassion
Listening with authenticity
Responses bring awareness
Responses bring change
Responses bring joy
Thirsty is given water from the well
Quench receives new Living Water to fill her soul
Quench is overjoyed with this new nourishment
Quench goes to tell the good news, of Thirsts miracle, to the townspeople.
Woman at the well, a beautiful soul restored to new life.

Luke 1:26-38
In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a town of Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the house of David, and the virgin's name was Mary. And coming to her, he said, "Hail, favored one! The Lord is with you." But she was greatly troubled at what was said and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. Then the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. "Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father, and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end." But Mary said to the angel, "How can this be, since I have no relations with a man?" And the angel said to her in reply, "The holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore the child to be born will be called holy, the Son of God. And behold, Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren; for nothing will be impossible for God." Mary said, "Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word." Then the angel departed from her.

Have a blessed day!

Let the God's will for your life, guide you.
Let His wisdom and purpose guide you.
Let His hope and grace guide you.
Let the Holy Spirit, Jesus sent us, guide you with knowledge and wisdom.
Let the Lord bless you with His presence.
Let His shining love be with you and touch your heart.
Blessings!

Easter miracle to new life!

Let us celebrate our risen Lord.
He is risen to increase our faith.
He is risen to give us hope.
He is risen for love.
He is risen for mercy.
Let us believe and not doubt.

Have a beautiful and blessed Easter!

A sacred scripture to reflect upon,
Jn 20:19-31
Lord's resurrection brings good news.
Appearing among His Apostles to strengthen them, in visitation.
A new mercy,
A new faith,
A new life,
A new purpose.

An Apostles Cry of Mercy
Thomas called Didymus, a cry to believe.
A blessing he needed to witness.
Wounds that Thomas desired to touch.
This touch meant so much, because it meant that all would be left behind to follow his resurrected Lord for good.
His Lord obliged him, because He knew the importance of belief.
An awestruck response, "My, Lord! My God!" escaped Thomas.
Yet, '...blessed are those who have not seen and have believed'. Says Our Lord.
Thomas need not worry, because at one point we, followers of Christ, echoed the same desire.
For His mercy endures forever.

Shepherd, Fr.ALJ...
Helped us to understand this new purpose. Increased our belief this day, with an encouraging message of Divine Mercy,
To increase our Divine life within.
To increase our knowing that Christ is the center of our faith.
To increase our knowing that Christ (like His Father, Our Father) breathed 'ruah' upon the Apostles of old, will do the same in our new life of faith.

Easter blessings of mercy and grace...

A mother's love is unforgettable.
Sacrificing
Unconditional
Timeless
Nurturing
Special
Encouraging

A mother's heart is shaped
By her Creator, Lord.
By her children she nurtures
By the sacrifices she makes for the ones she loves.

A Spiritual mother's song...
Wisdom escapes her to the ears of the Lord's children.
Nurturing them to through and through
Taking care of lost soul one by one.
Making a home sweet home that is secure for the special ones of the Lord.

Blessed Mother, the Mother of Jesus...Happy Mother's Day...to you for being our spiritual mother to God's children...your humility strengthened by Angel Gabriel's message...your 'yes' to bear the fruit of your womb, Jesus... your constant intercessions on our behalf, your merciful graces from the Lord-you give us, your constant protection from the foe, your encouragement to listen to your Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ...we Thank you, Big!

Happy Mother's Day!