How about another story with these phrases.?

Question

1. There are no tears in Heaven
2. Lost forever
3. I think it's time for you to ________
4. Another chance
5. A fine line seperates______________
6. The choices you make define you
7. I need a drink

Answer 1

Annie MacGregor/Sunshine MacGillicutty
Modern day
On An Airplane To Scotland

TO RECAP PART 1:

Annie decided it was time to use some of her accumulated airline miles.... It was time to go back to Scotland. She had been there 3 times before, many years ago. She wrote to her two cousins, John and Richard Hayman. The date was set for her arrival.
As excited as she was, she did have one worry......"How will I ever live without my computer?"
Annie loved being on YA. She spent most of her time writing stories and posting her beloved "Paragraph" questions for others to answer.
99 % of her stories dealt with Matt Dillon, of "Gunsmoke" fame. Her alter-ego, Sunshine MacGillicutty and Matt were two lovers in the Old West....more specifically, Dodge City, Kansas. All the characters of this wonderful show appeared in her countless stories......She had made only one alteration. Miss Kitty was no longer Matt's love interest.....SHE was, or rather, Sunshine, was.
Annie knew she was spending too much time with these stories. They were beginning to dominant her life. What had started out as a pasttime was becoming an occupation....An occupation without pay. Annie figured that a little time away would be good for her. She knew she needed to expand her horizons. Ever since the death of her husband,John, several years ago, and more recently, her parents,puppy and brother, Annie was lost. There was a time she had worried she'd be (2) Lost forever. Admittedly she loved her freedom, having been a caregiver for so long, but she wasn't sure who she was if she wasn't needed. Her one saving grace was her job.....She was a nanny for a wonderful family with whom she had bonded. Annie had something else going for her.....Her indomitable spirit and her child-like joy of life.
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AND NOW PART 2:

"Scotland"

Annie was enjoying her first class accomodations on the airplane. She had fallen asleep and had dreamed....About Matt Dillon and herself, Sunshine MacGillicutty. Annie was truely living vicariously through her literary counterpart. Like herself, Sunshine was a widow. Annie had named Sunshine's fallen war hero husband, John, after her own husband. Most of the things in her stories mirrored her own life very closely; Changed JUST enough to allow for privacy and protection.

She slowly woke up. Still in a sleepy haze, she looked around . A man was sitting next to her.
Annie, to herself...."Hmmm...Don't remember seeing him, before." He was sleeping on his side , his face partially hidden. He seemed vaguely familiar.
As he turned his head toward her, Annie gasped!!!
Could this be posssible?!
It was ............................................................................................
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She almost screamed. He smiled at her and reached out for her hand.
"Surely I am dreaming," said Annie. She watched as his hand rested on top of hers. She felt his fingers on her skin. He leaned forward and kissed her.
" Hi, AnnieMac. I almost called you SunnyMac, you know."
She jolted!! Sunshine MacGillicutty, the heroine in her stories was often referred to as SunnyMac, by Matt!!
"John. John..... Is this really you?"
Her husband, John MacGregor, smiled his precious smile.
A flight attendent leaned down to speak......."Would you care for anything, maam?"
Annie:" Yes. Yes...... (7) I need a drink. could I please have some cranberry juice."

After she was served, John laughed....."Only you would reach for a fruit drink at a time like this. Glad you never developed my taste for the booze. But.......... It was all a part of the bigger plan....... Annie........ I want to thank you for all that you did for me in the hospital. I knew you were next to me. I knew you did everything you could to insure my comfort." Annie smiled as her lips trembled.
"And you know when you stood by that window, in the hall of the hospital, and told people later how you had felt me "cover" you with love?
That's exactly what I did. That was the very moment that our souls truely connected."
Annie:" Oh, John.......... Are you happy, baby?"
John:"(1) There are no tears in Heaven. It is a place I cannot even begin to describe....... And I'm not suppose to, anyway."
Annie:"What do you mean....Not SUPPOSE to?"
John:" Listen to me, darlin'. You're spending too much time thinking about things that will all be revealed to you, at the proper moment. We've been watching you, you know. You've been given (4) Another chance, Annie. You're free now. The problem that plagued us is gone. (3) I think it's time for you to
spread your wings, so to speak. Get away from the computer,let Matt Dillon catch his breath and mingle with REAL people."
Annie:"Well.....I'm here, am I not?! I'm going to Scotland. I'm trying!"
John:" You don't think this was YOUR idea, do you?" He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. I ◄ put that thought in your mind. Annie baby....... Your story writing is truely a wonder. It brings pleasure to you ..... and to others.
It brings pleasure to me, hon. But there's (5) A fine line that separates reality from fiction. Can you still tell the difference?"
Annie wasn't sure she appreciated this......"Yes. I can tell the difference. It just so happens that not a dang thing is going on in my life right now that is wonderful enough to replace my stories."
John:"Do you expect happiness to come marching into your computer room?! You need to get out and grab hold of life, hon."
Annie held John's face...... She kissed him as passionately as Sunshine had ever kissed Matt....................
Annie:" I'm grabbing ,baby, I'm grabbing."

Just then, the plane jolted due to some turblence. Annie jumped. She shook her head. "Oh my God, I've been dreaming!!!"
She saw a cocktail napkin and reached for it, to wipe her brow........She noticed there was something written on it:

"Dear Annie,(6) The choices you make define you. Choose well, my love."

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR PART 3:

"Scotland"

Answer 2

Here's something short coming from someone who is in need of a Savior.

I've heard that the choices you make define you, but the choices I've made aren't good.
So please, give me another chance and forgive me, because you know that you really should.
You say a fine line separates me,
From being where I need to be,
So help me know where or what that is before I'm lost forever.
Tell me about a Savior who will leave me never.
I think it's time for you to tell me more about this place so fair.
How there are no tears in Heaven and please tell me how to get there.
Please help me before I further sink,
Because at the moment I really feel that I need a drink.
So shine for me for you are the light.
Shine before further I fall tonight.

Answer 3

With hands to their hearts, the young men and women stood, facing the very flag which made hearts swell, with pride. Lifting their voices to the Nations Anthem, I thought, "I think I may cry." What a sight to behold, these brave young soldiers, marching in time...to a battlefield unknown. At that time of day, it was easy to see the great numbers of people who had gathered to say their final goodbyes. Mothers sobbing, Fathers hands shaking as they hugged their sons and daughters goodbye. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw and heard a small voice saying, "Daddy, will you sing me one more love song before you go?" Then another voice, "I'm not that patient, I just want to be near you!" What was once a celebratory farewell had now become a heart rendering experience for me, as I stood there and watched as many hearts broke, that day. In the distance I saw a long line of men, waiting, looking back to see if they could perhaps, get a last glance before getting onto the awaiting plane. A sight so sad, I had to leave. While walking away, I heard another voice, one of anger and one of dissent! "Stop your warring," the angry voice shouted! In disbelief, my eyes were now clouded as I boldly walked into the crowd gathered. "Put up your dukes!" I said, as I shouted...God BLESS AMERICA and ALL who doubt HER!

Answer 4

I'm not competing here but had to put in that you have a hard choice to make. After reading the stories, I can only say I'm glad I don't have to choose a best answer.

Answer 5

My Nana died last week, and, no, I was NOT prepared at all for the grieving part of her passing. "Nana, I miss my Nana.... God, why did you have to take her?", I would sob each night and question the reason. But all those endless nights, it was as if I was talking to the wall. It was as if God had dozed off and was in a deep hibernation.

"God, I thought that if I asked, sought, knocked... you would answer, I would find, and the door will be opened to me. If you are, indeed, God, WHAT the HELL are you doing???"

The next few days were just as silent as could be, that you could hear a pin drop, a baby cry, the traffic passing by on the Interstate. It was so quiet that I really started getting depressed. "Well, hmmph, this is the LAST time I'm gonna pray and talk to YOU!", I mumbled.

The next day I decided that I was going to take matters into my own hands. Since God didn't care at all, I decided that I didn't want to live this life anymore. I've HAD it. I want NO MORE!

As I plotted my demise one night, a bright light started coming toward me. The light was so bright that it blinded my eyes and I had to cover them.

"Who's there?", I demanded to know.

"It is I, God.... remember me?", He said kindly.

"I don't know you. And if I did, NOW you come??? NOW you decide to talk to me?", I said belligerently.

God waited patiently... before saying, "May I speak now? Are you ready to listen?"

I let out a big sigh. **SIGH** "Oh, all right... I know... close-minded me... I guess I'll listen..."

God: "Okay, you wondered how come I didn't answer your prayer. You wondered how come I took your Nana. You wondered how come when you asked, I didn't answer. How come you sought me out, and did not find me. Knocked and I didn't open the door and respond. You thought I wasn't listening to you. Ah, but I was, my child. I watched you when you cried. I listened when you questioned.... but I wanted YOU to realize what Nana's being in Heaven really means. Besides asking... have you thought for yourself what it really means to be in Heaven? What heaven is like? My child, though you cry and hurt on Earth, there are no tears in Heaven. There is no pain in Heaven. And though you lost your Nana, you didn't lose her forever. You can't think that she's lost forever. Sure, I took your Nana and you lost her bodily, but I left you with a gift. I did."

Me: "You left me a gift? You did?"

God: "Why... I always do when I take something away. I gave you your Nana so that when I took her, you would have fond memories of her to hold onto... I think it's time for you to realize that you've not lost anything, and though Nana's time was up, it's not your turn yet. There's a fine line separating Life and Death. Life is what you make of it; if you choose death now, I'm afraid that that would not be a wise choice. You see, the choices you make define you. Where's your drive... your drive to live? It saddens me to know that this life that I gave you, you don't want it anymore. Your life, too, is a gift that I gave you. I wanted you to EXPERIENCE life. Earth is where I send people to learn and practice how to live, so that when you come to Heaven, you would have left a legacy and taught all the young ones I send to learn from you... to learn from your experiences and be instilled with you wisdom for future generations. Do you understand now why I took your Nana? Do you?"

I was speechless. I really didn't know WHAT to say. Now I realized that I was no longer a child... I was in my 40's... it was now MY turn to be teaching the next generation... to share my experiences with them... to instill my wisdom and pass on the lessons that I learned during my time here on Earth. "Well, yeah, I guess now is not my time to go. I should give life another chance.", I thought.

Me: "Sorry, God. Sorry I got mad at you. So you were there all along,... waiting for me to realize on my own what I had learned... Everything is a learning experience.... Even grieving for my Nana was a learning experience.... another thing to put in my arsenal... perhaps to help children grieve the loss of a parent at a young age. Thank you, God.... thank you... thank you for everything."

God: "No problem. Just know that I am always with you. I'm always watching. I'll always be with you. May I go now?"

Me: "Sure. I guess you can..."

God: "Great... cuz I need a drink!" **LOL**

And I laughed.

Answer 6

Sarge, I am shaking like a leaf. My cup runneth over~~~Jill

Answer 7

Looking from the window, Jill could see it was going to be a beautiful day. The clouds were already taking on a blue hue and beneath them, she could see for what seemed, miles and miles. Lazily, Jill reached for her robe which she had placed on the chair, beside her bed. Slipping into her robe, Jill allowed her mind to wander...far far from the farm in which she had loved since childhood. The familiarity of her surroundings, the barnyard and ...."JIll, I think it's time for you to get up!", came a voice from downstairs. Splashing water upon her face, she quickly ran to the top of the stairs. "I'm coming, Dad, I'll be down in a moment." Jill called back.

Downstairs, the family had already gathered at the table for breakfast. Jill, knew that her father was upset with her as being tardy, to the table, was not acceptable. "As long as you live under my roof," he would sometimes say, and then came the lecture.

Sliding into her chair, Jill tried not to make eye contact with her father and was happy when he bowed his head to pray. "Whew, Dad must be in a good mood today!, Jill thought," as she heard, "amen."

As soon as breakfast was over and the dishes were washed and put away, Jill finished dressing. Today would be the day she would be seeing her love, her future husband, if she had her way. Soon, she would have another chance to tell Bryan how much she loved him. How much she wanted to share her life with only him.

Jill rushed out the door, stopping momentarily to kiss her mother on the cheek. "Be back later," she yelled over her shoulder. "Where are you going, Jill?" asked her mother, who was now standing on the back porch. "I'm going to see Bryan but, I will be home to help you with dinner momma." Jill said, as she started the engine to the car.

Once on the highway, Jill turned on her radio in hopes that hers and Bryan's song would play. Her heart was light and happy at the prospect of seeing him. Just thinking about ...then, something caught her attention. She turned up the volume on the radio just in time to hear words which changed her life forever!

Pulling over, Jill grabbed her cell phone and called Bryan's number..."no answer." she sobbed. Looking in her speed dials, she pressed Bryan's mother's number. What she heard next, only confirmed what the man on the radio had said!

"Bryan has been in an accident and they could not save him." she cried aloud! "He is lost forever to me. NO! NO! It can't be true! Why? Why, my Bryan?" as she slumped over the wheel of her car, sobbing, anquished and feeling as though a part of her had died. Jill remembered the words her father had once said," the choices you make define you." She now understood what he was saying as she thought of how much Bryan loved driving fast....always tempting fate and pushing too far! Except, this time, fate had been the victor!

Sitting in the church, Jill heard the minister say,"There are no tears in Heaven, Bryan is at peace now and we must all learn from him. A fine line seperates each of us from Bryan as each of us will all have to cross that line from life, into death." How the words stung her as her heart ached so. "A fine line?", she thought." Bryan's death left a gaping hole in her very soul. "How can I ever go on without Bryan?" she asked herself.

Sitting at the table which was amply supplied with all manner of food, Jill wondered how anyone could eat. Looking over at Jill, her mother arose," can I get you anything to eat or drink?", asked her mother. Jill, looking up, simply replied, "I need a drink of water, thank you momma."

A few months passed by and Jill still felt that nagging emptiness within her but, she was determined to go on and make Bryan proud of the woman she would soon become!