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When I was seven my family and i went to Fiji, my teddy fell out of my backpack and i didn't even notice, but a man chased me half way across the airport just to give it back.
That man, although the act was seemingly insignificant helps me remember. I wish I could know that he was living a good life today.

2007-02-14 21:42:02 · 5 answers · asked by jo 5 in Arts & Humanities Philosophy

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Jo ... Oh, what a beautiful way of telling that little story.

Well, I had an experience too. When I was in Vietnam during the war, my vehicle got stuck in the biggest mud ditch you've even seen. Even with 4-wheel drive, I wasn't able to free the vehicle.

I was scared because the exact location where I was stuck was considered a most dangerous location. I definitely feared I'd get in trouble or even hurt, perhaps.

I called for help and another truck from my unit arrived, but the ropes they used for pulling me out of the ditch just snapped like pieces of thread.

One of the locals observed my dilemma and to my surprise, he emerged from his nearby home with the biggest chain I've ever seen. Thanks to him, we were able to extricate the truck in a snap. I thanked the man profusely and offered some money to him for his act of kindness; he refused, though. I persisted and after some time, the young man relented and accepted my token expression of thanks.

It just goes to show you how good can come in ways and from places where you'd least expect it. It reminds me of the story told by Tom Hank's character, Jim Lovell, in the movie "Apollo 13." I do not know whether this tale of survival was added for dramatic effect, or if it's actually true. However, see my link below for the story of how Jim Lovell supposedly avoided an almost certain death during an earlier military experience.

Note: The link I provided indicates this event with Jim Lovell occurred during World War II. However, other references I've found say this occurred in 1956 during a flight training mission.

Thanks for your question and story, Jo.

2007-02-14 22:39:16 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1 0

I look back at that time when me and my siblings were all back in our native country. It was a picture of family full of love, purity, and innocence. After that, I am sorry but I don't remember anything good .
Friends in the past always were there to back me up.

2007-02-14 21:57:08 · answer #2 · answered by oscar c 5 · 1 0

...interesting...there are things I don't remember and my sister remembers and viceversa; we are all unique!

I remember my Dad, he saved me when I was four or five...another thing I remember is when one of our neighbors saved me and my cousin from a fire! May God give her what she needs best!
When I was in the eighth form our form teacher showed me so much appreciation...she is my best friend now and I pray for her to stop smoking!

I would like to be able to pray for all those that helped me somehow and I don't remember...nowadays people are different...may God help them know His Love!

2007-02-14 21:57:29 · answer #3 · answered by tatal_nostru2006 5 · 1 0

People's actions are people's actions, good or bad is reletive to the perceiever. If I want to remember good, I do good. When people smile for helping them, there is the good in people.

2007-02-14 21:56:34 · answer #4 · answered by guy o 5 · 1 0

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I remember my grandmother stroking the side of my head while I was falling asleep.

I didn't know it then, that she was at the mercy of my mother and step-father, yet she never let those horrible abuses stop her from treating her grandchildren with 100% dignity, respect and love.
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2007-02-14 22:18:28 · answer #5 · answered by CQ 3 · 1 0

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