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Mr. [14 Sep 2003|10:22pm]
Mr. Gillespie
by: Angela Sturgill, Chicken Soup for the Soul

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When I was in seventh grade, I was a candy striper at a local hospital in my town. I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer. Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any visitors, and nobody seemed to care about his condition.

I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he responded with only an occasional squeeze of my hand. Mr. Gillespie was in a coma.

I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I came back, Mr. Gillespie was gone. I didn't have the nerve to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died. So with many questions unanswered, I continued to volunteer there through my eighth-grade year.

Several years later, when I was a junior in high school, I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face. When I realized who it was, my eyes filled with tears. He was alive! I got up the nerve to ask him if his name was Mr. Gillespie, and if he had been in a coma about five years ago. With an uncertain look on his face, he replied yes. I explained how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital. His eyes welled up with tears, and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever received.

He began to tell me how, as he lay there comatose, he could hear me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. He thought it was an angel, not a person, who was there with him. Mr. Gillespie firmly believed that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive.

Then he told me about his life and what happened to him to put him in the coma. We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug, said our good-byes and went our separate ways.

Although I haven't seen him since, he fills my heart with joy every day. I know that I made a difference between his life and his death. More important, he has made a tremendous difference in my life. I will never forget him and what he did for me: he made me an angel.




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Is this even true. [14 Sep 2003|10:06pm]
Your presence is a present to the world.
You are unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You will make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.

Do not put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal and you prize.

Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem the heavier it gets.
Do not take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot … goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life’s treasure are people together.

Realize that it is never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have hearth and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a start.

AND DO NOT EVER FORGET ….
FOR EVEN A DAY
HOW VERY SPECIAL YOU ARE !
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....... [11 Sep 2003|07:19pm]
[ mood | hot ]

Today is so hot, and people's tempers are rising with it. Ya, it includes me so what. I don't really care and you don't really care whoever's reading this though i doubt anyone really reads it anymore anyways watever i don't care you don't care no one cares i am in a bad mood as you can see hi nobody not me nobody the really really dictionary definition nobody i am burning with anger i am furious mwahahhaa ok i'm not that furious anyways happy moon festival nobody

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It's so freezing [07 Sep 2003|12:11pm]
[ mood | predatory ]

I have goosebumps all over my arms and legs and i had to go swimming in an unheated pool......ugh....even THOUGH swimming is fun

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obrrbrrrbrrrrr [04 Sep 2003|07:27pm]
[ mood | and stressed ]

I have so much homework today....there's 3 tests tomorrow.and....ya.....projects......why in the world is everything on friday? hmph.....and i have the after effects of lap derby....sore..sore.....sore...*falls dead*

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