Push to victory

Kenyan runner Abel Mutai was only a few meters from the finish line, but got confused with the signs and stopped, thinking he had finished the race. A Spanish man, Ivan Fernandez, was right behind him and, realizing what was going on, started shouting to the Kenyan to keep running. Mutai did not know Spanish and did not understand.
Realizing what was going on, Fernandez pushed Mutai to victory. A reporter asked Ivan, "Why did you do this?" Ivan replied, "My dream is that one day we can have some sort of community life where we push ourselves and help each other win." The reporter insisted "But why did you let the Kenyan win?" Ivan replied, "I didn't let him win, he was going to win. The race was his."
The reporter insisted and asked again, "But you could have won!" Ivan looked at him and replied: "But what would be the merit of my victory? What would be the honor of this medal? What would my Mother think of it?" The values are transmitted from generation to generation. What values do we teach our children and how much do you inspire others to earn? Most of us take advantage of people's weaknesses instead of helping to strengthen them.

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Padre Pio's humility and obedience

Padre Pio spent ten years, from 1923 to 1933, completely isolated from the exterior world within the walls of his cell.   During these years, he not only suffered the pains of the Passion of the Lord in his body, but he also felt in his soul the pain of isolation and the weight of suspition.  His humility, obedience, and charity never denied the accusations.

On June 9, 1931, the Feast of Corpus Christi, Padre Pio was ordered by the Holy See to desist from all activities except the celebration of the Mass, which was to be in private. By early 1933, Pope Pius XI ordered the Holy See to reverse its ban on Padre Pio’s public celebration of Mass, saying, "I have not been badly disposed toward Padre Pio, but I have been badly informed."

Five rules for spiritual growth: weekly confession, daily Communion, spiritual reading, meditation and examination of conscience.

Praying for discernment

"Well, you know, as I told you, I'm a very devout Catholic and all my life, I always just ask the Lord to give me the discernment to do what He wants me to do, and so every day, I pray for discernment, I get it in my prayer time. I see it in the events that unfold about me. That's where it's all up to God." (Even while in detention, she filed 7 bills, 6 of which became laws.) -Pres. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo

iPads and Modesty

A girl bought an iPad. When her father saw it, He asked her "What was the 1st thing you did when you bought it?

"I put an anti-scratch sticker on the screen and bought a cover for the iPad" she replied.

"Did someone force you to do so?"

- "No"

"Don't you think it's an insult to the manufacturer?"

- "No dad! In fact they even recommend using a cover for the iPad"

"Did you cover it because it was cheap & ugly?"

- "Actually, I covered it because I didn't want it to get damage and decrease in value."

"When you put the cover on, didn't it reduce the iPad's beauty?"

- "I think it looks better and it is worth it for the protection it gives my iPad."

The father looked lovingly at his daughter and said,

"Yet if I had asked you to cover your body which is much more precious than the iPad, would you have readily agreed???"


What a meal meant for Mother Teresa

"There was also the time Mother Teresa went to a bakery to beg for bread for the children in her orphanage. She held out a hand and asked for bread as a gift, but the baker scornfully spat on it. Instead of anger or leaving for another bakery, she responded to the man’s rudeness by saying: “I will keep it for me, but give me bread for my children.” It’s difficult to know what went through the baker’s mind in that moment, whether he had regrets about spitting at a woman or if his heart was pried open by Mother Teresa’s response to him, but we do know that after that day, the baker became the main donor of bread to the orphanage." For Mother Teresa, "Eating with another person means spending time with that person and sharing an experience together." -http://forher.aleteia.org/articles/mother-teresa-sainthood-sharing-food-with-poor/?utm_campaign=NL_en&utm_source=daily_newsletter&utm_medium=mail&utm_content=NL_en-Apr+24%2C+2016+02%3A00+pm

The girl in the picture : Kim Phuc forgives

"If there was one photograph that captured the horrific nature of the Vietnam war, one photograph that tore at our collective conscience, it was the picture of a nine year old girl, running naked down a road, screaming in agony from the jellied gasoline coating her body and burning through skin and muscle down the bone. Her village in the Central Highlands of Vietnam was napalmed that day on June 8, 1972, and the little girl took a direct hit. It would take many years, and 17 operations to save her life."

Most of us live out our lives in relative obscurity. When we have hurt another, when we have failed, when we have grievously wounded it is kept in a small closed circle. But imagine if the thing you most regret were to be splashed across the front page of every newspaper in the world. Imagine if that one dread moment became the thing that defined you. John Plummer doesn’t need to imagine. It happened to him.

John Plummer is a Methodist pastor living in a quiet town in Virginia . He visits the elderly, prays for the sick and preaches every Sunday. But this is not what defines him. Or at least, what once did.

John Plummer is also the pilot that, during the Vietnam War, organized the Napalm raid on the village of Trang Bang in 1972. And what he did was forever immortalized by the award-winning photograph of one of its victims, a nine-year-old girl, Phan Thi Kim Phuc.

John was haunted by the photo of the naked burning child, terrified and running, her arms stretched out, her flesh afire. He had done that to her. For twenty- four years he looked for her, trying everything he could just so that he could tell her that he had not meant this dreadful thing. It was more than wanting. It was a need that ate away at him until he lost his wife and his health and his hope.

His friends reached out to help him. They reminded him that he had tried to make sure that as many innocent people as possible had been removed from the area. He had done it for a greater good. None of these things meant anything. Her face condemned him. There was no peace for a man like him.

And then it happened. One of those amazing moments that non-believers speak of as coincidence and those who know the Father know as His merciful grace. It was Veterans Day, 1996. John, along with a group of fellow pilots, had traveled to the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington , D.C. Officially they were there to honor those who had given their lives. But each man knew that every year they went hoping for a measure of freedom from the guilt that haunted them.

The crowd gathered at the memorial hushed as a small woman took the stage and spoke into the microphone and said "I am Phan Thi Kim Phuc, the girl made famous by a photograph after suffering a Napalm attack by American forces"

John froze. He could not take it in. For twenty- four years he had longed for her and she was now so near. Her voice continued “I am not bitter, even though the burns I suffered even to this day cause me pain. I long ago forgave the one who bombed our village"

John was beside himself, yelling, pushing his way through the crowd. Security surrounded him but he persisted. "I am the one!" he shouted "I am the man who did this to you!" She came down from the stage, the only one who could free him and he fell into her arms. For every time he sobbed out “I am so sorry" her voice rose to cover his. "It is OK. I have forgiven you".

Phan invited John to meet her at her hotel later that evening. Sitting side by side she once again assured him of her forgiveness. In her grace she had set him free. In one encounter she had ended twenty four years of anguish for a man who had longed for release.

JP2 officiates street cleaner's wedding

Vittoria Ianni, a Roman street cleaner’s daughter. Overhearing two nuns talk about the pope’s early years of poverty in Poland, she felt a sudden desire to have him perform her upcoming wedding. This is not something that popes generally do. But when John Paul visited the outdoor manger that the city street cleaners set up every Christmas, Vittoria stepped up and made her request. To everyone’s astonishment, the pope said yes.

She and Mario Maltese were married in the Vatican’s Pauline Chapel in February 1979. Twenty-five years later, the couple returned, with their three grown children, for a private audience with Pope John Paul.