I'm so lonely.No one is at home to talk even . Tell me an inspiring story .Please . Thank You .?

Answer 1

Well I have always enjoyed the story of Ruth. I find it to be a love story more than anything.

Answer 2

An old moral question as posed in the movie "Sixteen Blocks"

You are standing at a bus stop, with the keys to the bus in your hand. A hurricane is fast approaching. Beside you are your best friend, an old woman who needs to get to the hospital right away, and the person of your dreams. Yet, the bus can only carry two extra people. What do you do?

You give the keys to your best friend so that they can take the old woman to the hospital. You, meanwhile, stay behind with the person of your dreams because they are the person you have been waiting for your whole life. Thus, no matter what happens, everyone is happy.

Answer 3

Why should you feel that way? The Internet will keep you company. Or even by posting your question here, you are already engaging people all over the world who are at the computer to talk to you. What about the chat room. Or go to church and kneel at eh pew facing the altar and pray. Prayer is talking to God. The secret is when you talk to God, you will hear your own voice and if God favors you, you shall see His angel. If you go in the open space to gable, people will think you are crazy. I prefer you come to the internet off and on.

Answer 4

Once upon a time someone asked me to read a story.Then Little Red Riding Hood met the wolf at grandma's house, and a fight ensued. After that, Gumby pressed charges on the grandma for harboring a fugitive. She got 20 to life, and everyone else lived happily ever after.

The end.

Answer 5

I had a love one in the hospital because of horrible auto accidents. Doctors told us that he was not going to make it. The family was preparing for a funeral. But as a Christian I prayed along with many people. To make a long story short. Within a week he was up and communicating. Today he is a chemistry tutor and a man of God.

Answer 6

Ooh, I don't like loneliness. I'm sorry you feel lonely.

Here's a joke:

A cat was walking along and he saw another cat staring at a hole in the wall. He said, "What are you doing?"

"There's a mouse in this hole," the other cat said, "and I want to eat him, but he knows that I'm here, so he won't come out."

"Watch this," the first cat said. He got closer to the hole in the wall and said, "Woof woof!"

The mouse thought that it was a dog who had chased away the cats. The mouse figured it was safe to come out. He came out, and the cat ate him.

Then the cat turned to the other cat and said, "Now you can see the advantage of being bilingual."

Have a great night!

Answer 7

An atheist was allowed to be sworn in to congress on no book at all, that's an inspiring story to me:

http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/0104buddhist-ON.html

Answer 8

Ok so it may not inspire you but I am so glad to hear from someone who is willing to listen. I have been praying that God would send someone to listen to me as everyone interupts or says mom I don't have time and I think that God sent you. That would make you a God send. Just having someone want to listen is such a blessing.

Answer 9

Here's the story of more than a decade ago when I was off to war, leaving a pregnant wife at home, and as we were taking care of paper work at the German consolate before my departure we ran in to none other than what would become a passing of the battons, where tennis went from being dominated by the serve and volleyer, or net player, to the ground pounding baseliner..... Steffan Edberg (German) to Andre Agassi (USA).

It was 1990 and I was twenty two years old and an Iron Star Warrior in the U.S. Army. While stationed in W. Germany as a 22 year young warrior I ended up meeting a beautiful young lady a year prior and married her, and as if in just moments she became my pregnant wife seeking consalate paperwork in order to head to the U.S.A. to meet my family and spend time with them in the near future. In order to get all the needed papers and clearances we found ourselves in downtown Frankfurt, in the hustle and bustle of the fast paced downtown that all large cities have. After spending nearly a full day working on getting paper straightened out it had quickly became night time and shortly thereafter we found ourselves rushing across cobbles stones trying not to trip due to the slippery factor from the West European drenching rains. No unmbrella, soaked and important papers becoming soggy in hand, Sylvia, my pregnant love, felt releived that we had accomplished the worst of our tasks and would soon be on her way to America to meet my family. On the flip side I would be heading off to a war.

Just then, when all felt so dismall, I noticed posters plastered onto the darkened, wet and rain soaked lamp posts and buildings walls as we passed, but these posters stood out because they were quite colorful, imagine that. With the year being sometime around 1990 I do believe that it was still the era prior to everyone being able to afford a 35mm Pentax, or Nikon, or any of those wonderful picture making systems that, well, um, helped boost peoples image.

Never the less, on the colorful poster was none other than the young, long haired wild and crazy kid from America that went by the name of Agassi and yes, not a while later would be known for the epitimized saying of all american lifestyle; "Image, is Everything." I peered at the poster, he was wearing black with minimized pink, LOUD to say the least, Neon to feel the most. I immediately smiled and grabbed Sylvia and said look!, "Look Honey! Andre Agassi was playing here sometime ago!!" She quickly read details that I hadn't seen and sure enough, the final of the tournament was indeed, 10 minutes from the time that we had found the poster glowing in the dark.

We asked a few strangers in broken German where this match would be held and kept getting directions that suggested thar we were only a few miles from the center that would house the final. But who was in it I thought? As we ran and slipped, got wet and laughed together I would ask strangers excitedely, "Do you know who is in the Tennis FInal?!?!?!" "Do you know who is in the Tennis FInal?!?!?!" "Do you know who is in the Tennis FInal?!?!?!" No one knew. We were passing 10 minutes time when sure enough we found ourselves in front of the indoor sttadt stadium in Frankfurt where the match was taking place and out of breath by this time I asked one last fellow before getting up to the window, "Do you know who is in the Tennis FInal?!?!?!" He said calmly in perfect English, "Andre Agassi and Steffan Edberg". We were elated!!!!

The match was incredible, it was the last of the classic killer serve and vlleyers up against the newly found ground pounding powerhouse style of Andre, which would also end up changing the sport for ever. They crushed winners back and forth and Agassi avoided a couple of match points when I had yelled for him so loud from the upper deck, while I spilled my beer on the germans roooting for Edberg in front of me Andre stopped play for a moment, peered up to me, most likely the ONLY american within 150 miles of this house, and he waved a hand my way and smiled. hahahha! I laughed profusley and got even louder as it went on. Tight as ever, a tie breaker in the 3rd I believe, Agassi put him away for the win, and as my wife and I hugged and screamed in excitement we couldnt help but notice the siilience in the Stadt Stadium..... and in noticing the silence we both stopped, peered down unto the court and sure enough, there was Andre looking up at us with a large grin and issued a small wave as he went to get his prize.

Wow, that was a wonderful experience. Does anyone have any stories they can share?

I have one more I can share, but I can't share it until his career is finished...... heehe I will give one hint though, the story has to do with some very up close pics I have of him and Gil and the fam.... while at the SAP Open a tad few years back.

He shall be missed, what a class act and wonderful person, a great leader for this wonderful sport as I look forward to growing old with him I that you do as well.


S. Bruno

Answer 10

Swami Sukhabodhananda
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One youngster comes to me very depressed and asks this question "Why is God creating so many difficulties for us? How to handle stress?" I tell this youngster to reflect on this beautiful story:

A man goes to a shop, picks up a beautiful cup and says "my god this cup is so beautiful" and suddenly the cup starts talking to the man. The cup starts saying "O man, I am beautiful right now, but what was the state of my being before the pot-maker made me a beautiful pot?

Before I was sheer mud and the pot-maker pulled me out of the mud from the mother earth and I felt why that pot-maker is so cruel, he has separated me from mother earth. I felt a tremendous pain. And the pot-maker said, "Just wait." Then he put me and churned me, when I was churned I felt so giddy, so painful, so stressful, I asked the pot-maker "Why are you so cruel?" the pot-maker said, "Just wait." Then he put me into a oven and heated me up, I felt completely burnt. There was tremendous pain and I asked the pot-maker "Why are you so cruel?" and the pot-maker said, "Just wait."

Then he poured hot paint on me and I felt the fume and the pain, I again asked the pot-maker "Why are you so cruel?" and the pot-maker said, "Just wait." Then again he put me into an oven and heated it to make me more strong, I felt life is so painful hence pleaded the pot-maker and the pot-maker said, "Just wait." And after that the pot-maker took me to the mirror and said, "Now look at yourself". And surprisingly I found myself so beautiful.

When god gives us lot of trouble, it appears god is very cruel but we need patience and we have to wait. When bad things happen to good people, they become better and not bitter.

So all difficulties are part of a cosmic design to make us really beautiful. We need patience, we need understanding, we need the commitment to go through in a very calm and wise way. So all difficulties are not to tumble us but to humble us.

With this understanding, let us not be against difficulty. Understand difficulty is a part of a purifying process. A purifying process at present which we cannot understand and hence we need faith and we need trust.

Let us understand how to handle stress with this background. You can be affected by stress from two angles. There is an internal stress and there is an external stress. Nobody can avoid stress; one has to only manage stress. Managing stress can be internal and also external.

The internal stress is; your thoughts can create stress, your values can create stress, and your beliefs can create stress, meaning thereby your stress is coming from your mind more from the outer world. Many people suffer not from heart attack - they suffer from thought-attack.

For example, when somebody says you are an idiot, we get so hurt, we get so victimised. My boss has called me an idiot and I am feeling tremendous pain. Now where does this stress come from? If my boss has called me an idiot, I have to ask myself "am I an idiot"?

If I am an idiot nothing to be upset about; and if I am not an idiot, then also nothing to be upset about! It is the perception of the boss. But why do we suffer from that stress? I suffer not because my boss has called me an idiot but because of the thought-attack.

I may say the boss has called me an idiot; therefore I am suffering? It is true that the words are unpleasant. But what hurts is the interpretation of the unpleasant word. The thought in me interprets. That is pain and therefore it becomes pain. Much of our stress is our mind interpreting it as pain. So we suffer from thought-attack more than heart attack.