HappilyEverAfter

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This my older sister Chloe and her boyfriend Ryan. They have been dating for 2 years and won cutest couple award for senior year. This weekend was supposed to be the time of their lives. This weekend was prom. The morning of prom Ryan went to the Emergency Room because he was throwing up all night and couldn’t hold down water. It turned out that his kidneys were inflamed and he was dehydrated. He wouldn’t be leaving the hospital until Monday. The night that my sister dreamed of and planned for months was destroyed. She cried all morning and there wasn’t anything I could do to make her feel better. After a few hours she decided that she was going to dress up and visit him in the hospital. When we got to the hospital we ran in search of his room. Finally we arrived and Ryans face immediately lit up. Ryan couldn’t move much but he hugged her anyways. Chloe pinned his flower on his gown. They took pictures together posing and kissing and laughing. They held hands, talked, smiled and laughed. At one point they were just smiling at eachother, like they were the only people in the room. They looked like the happiest people in the world. This was that moment. The moment when they just lovingly looked into eachothers eyes and smiled. The moment when all the bad things that were going on vanished. The moment when, this was the time of their life. This is what she dreamed of all her life. This is what he wanted to give her for so long. This was the moment when you saw, what true love really is.

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As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

This is definitely worth reading.

(Source: mishalmoorebloggyblog)

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Today marks a year from the first time a guy ever told me “I love you”. From that moment on, my heart was stolen, but by a person I trust and love, Logan Patrick Moran-Rudd. He is my prince charming, he is my perfect guy, and he’s all mine. 

From him: “This gift is like our relationship in a way; Good and bad, light and dark, ying and yang. This gift represents the acceptance that we’ve had good and bad times and that the best times are yet to come. Surely enough is enough, so let’s never have enough bad times to drive us apart, and lets never get enough of the good times yet to come.”