PRAISE GOD FOR HE HAS ALREADY DELIVERED MORE THAN I EVER DREAMED

This past summer, Marlena, became ill. She was diagnosed with a very dangerous virus, VIRAL ENCEPHALITIS (brain infection). She was in a coma for 12 days. Bobby reached out to family, friends and co-workers to pray for his beautiful wife. To ask God to help her in this time of crisis.

They feel blessed that she came out of the coma and has been given a chance to recover. A chance at life.

When Bobby asked for prayers, he also wrote the following: TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW how much you LOVE them and how you can not live without them. We never know what tomorrow brings. We have both lost our fathers and know that they are in a better place, but while we are here on earth we need to cherish EVERY BREATH GOD GIVES US; CHERISH our FAMILY and our FRIENDS.

Marlena has been in two different rehab facilities these past months and is making progress. She is set to be released to outpatient therapy on November 26. They are grateful for all of the prayers of family, friends and co-workers.

Bobby wrote," PRAISE GOD FOR HE HAS ALREADY DELIVERED MORE THAN I EVER DREAMED"!!!!!!

MY WIFE RECOGNIZES ME and talks about me all the time. She is starting to remember little things that would not mean much to most people but I know they are signs from God of what is to come. If she never remembers any of our past, then we will build new memories and if she can't remember them, then we will live every day as a new day. We are four months into a brain injury that could take up to six months to heal and we have GOD on our side. Our neighbors, friends and family have been our backbone and I know they love us by their actions. Tonight, Marlena, is getting her first overnight pass. It is the first time that she will be home since July 19.

GOD DELIVERS if you do your part. God also TELLS YOU NO sometimes and you have to understand that there is a reason. I lost my father and my best friend in 1988 and I should have lost my wife and best friend to this brain infection. She should never have recovered from her coma but GOD said yes to all of our PRAYERS. She is proof that GOD is right in the middle of another miracle and one day we will all celebrate whatever he decides to deliver, AS LONG AS WE KEEP DOING OUR PART!!!!!

PLEASE KEEP PRAYING FOR MY WIFE!!!!!!!

Love in Christ,

Bobby D.

I would like to ask everyone who reads this to please include Marlena in your prayers. We are one.

My son, who lives in California, e-mailed me with Bobbys' request for prayers in August. They are in my thoughts and prayers.

Bobby has given all who read his e-mail something to think about. Life is fragile, life is precious. One never knows what life will bring. He shares his faith with us and the beautiful gift of love that he has for his wife.

For those of us, who are busy rushing through life; please take time out and reach out to those who need us with a smile, a kind word and prayer. God hears every prayer. AND, one never knows; if our smile and/or kind word is the only one that someone has experienced in sometime. Our actions and prayers can make a difference.

MY SIBLINGS, MY FRIENDS

I had writers block this morning and decided not to publish this day. The story that I had planned to write needed more thought. And so, I began my day; paying bills on line, checking e-mails and planning the day. Prior to leaving my desk, I thought that I was so glad that this election was over. My siblings and I did not share the same viewpoints about our candidates. There were a number of discussions, some HEATED.......Heated to the point, that I insisted upon facts and not fiction in order to make an informed decision prior to casting my vote.

This heated dialogue taught me much about our government and history. I found myself going all the way back to 1947 researching our branches of government. I wanted to know what caused the mess that our country is currently faced with. I did not want to cast a vote based upon emotion or to follow the pack.

My sisters and I agreed to disagree and respect one an others opinions. My older, brilliant, renegade brother was a different story. He challenged me with his knowledge. He worked in the Pentagon eons ago and has very strong opinion's. He is usually right but I frustrated him with my opinions.

I will not even try to write about our "DISCUSSIONS"!!!!!!!!!He really rattled my cage. What transpired and what I learned is enough to fill a book.

The election is over, and our discussions via e-mail will lead us to who knows where. Joe is 80 years old and continues to amaze me and so this morning, I sent him the following.

"Good Morning",

Life is constantly presenting challenges and knocks one down from time to time. A Lovendusky does not stay down for the full count and gets up to fight another round. We have learned to turn lemons into lemonade. I have experienced many difficult challenges in my life as have my siblings. We have experienced some small pushes and at other times many major blows.

We siblings have all experienced difficult times but we have also been blessed with so much of the wonderful life. As I interact with so many people, I find that many have no one in their lives. Can you imagine? No one to have a heated discussion with, to smile, laugh, cry and disagree with. How lonely, how sad.

I look at each and every one of my siblings (my friends) and see very special, unique individuals. We are an interesting, diverse family. Each with a story of joy, sorrow, pain and success. In our own way, we make a difference in the lives of those around us.

I have learned something different from each and every one of you.

So this morning, I would like to start the day by letting you know that I am very happy to have you as my brother.

Have a great day,

Dolores

He responded:

I got up this morning and the sun was shining again and I was breathing. Isn't that great? The stupid election season is over and I hope that we never see another as bad as this one was. The worst, I've ever seen.

You are so right about family. We can bounce back, because we had darn good examples growing up.

Take care of yourself.

Have a great day. I'm happy to have you girls as my sisters.

Joe Jr.

I had not planned to publish, but I started to type what was running around in my head and decided to share my thoughts with you. Hope you do not mind.

MAY THE SAINTS WALK WITH YOU

I was wandering around Ocean Job Lot in Cape Cod in October of 2006. This was more for nostalgia than for shopping. My husband liked to shop there for bargains after he retired.

It was Sunday and I had just attended Mass. My husband had passed away just two months before and Sundays for some reason were the saddest day of the week for me. I would see so many older couples in Church together and think, THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE US. Silent tears were ever present.

So off I went after Mass on Sunday to his favorite spots. Crab creek where he spent many hours catching crabs for dinner, Christmas tree shop and Ocean Job Lot to pick up a bargain that we did not need.

The week prior when I entered Ocean Job Lot, the song that was played at my husband's viewing filled the air. That really caught my attention since that is not what I expected to hear in this store. (I have never heard it there any other time)

As I wandered around the aisles, I started to SNEEZE.

An older couple were a few aisles over and they came up to me and said something in ITALIAN. The wife said God Bless You. The husband took my hand and he said, "MAY THE SAINTS WALK WITH YOU". That is what we said in Italian.

My heart was overwhelmed and I told them that their kindness is just what I needed that day. I told them why. I also said, "YOU MADE MY DAY". They both hugged me and simply said that I MADE THEIR DAY.

Some other things happened as well. SO I MADE A DECISION.............

George was cremated. I had not decided where his final resting spot would be. I was not prepared for his death. We did not have a burial plot picked out.

Kelly Sanvidge from Emerick's Funeral Home had suggested that I consider having George entombed in the Columbarium Wall at the Saratoga National Cemetery when I was ready.

I had received other signs that George was HAPPY AND HOME IN HEAVEN. Now it was my turn to put him to rest on this earth. HE WOULD ALWAYS WATCH OVER ME, this I knew, this I felt and continue to feel to this day.

George had an elegant funeral. Bishop Hubbard made his Mass so special. The Air Force Honor Guard gave him a wonderful send off at the Church. That was in August, 2006.

After I returned home from the Cape, I called Kelly and told him that I was ready to finally say good-bye. I would follow his suggestion and have George entombed in the Columbarium Wall at the Saratoga National Cemetery. It is a beautiful area and George would be pleased.

I fully expected that we would say a few quiet prayers at the cemetery and that would be that. Kelly told me that George would be given a full military burial at this time. Our grandson and daughter thought that was a good idea and so I agreed.

Kelly told me that the Honor Guard would pick a date when all could be present. That was fine with me.

He called me and told me that the date that they choose was, ALL SAINTS DAY, November 1.

ALL SAINTS DAY is a very special day for me. We remembered George at Mass this morning. I remember him every moment of every day. He was a good man...........

On a lighter note, Father Lanese spoke of married couples as SAINTS many years ago.

He said that when couples took their vows, for richer, for poorer until death we do part many, many years ago, they never expected to be married for 40 plus years. People had shorter life expectancies than today. The average marriage lasted seven years. Now a days, with longevity, he said that all couples who have been married for a long time are SAINTS...............

And also if you sneeze and someone responds to that sneeze in Italian.......remember......MAY THE SAINTS WALK WITH YOU...........

GOD'S GIFT TO OUR FAMILY

George was scheduled for a heart valve replacement. A friend of his was going to drive him to the hospital in the early morning hours on April 20. He told his wife to see him after the operation and to go back to sleep. He told his daughter, that he would be home in a few days and gave her a big hug.

He was optimistic about the outcome of the operation and was in good spirits.

When his wife arrived at the hospital later that morning, she was told that the operation was taking a little longer than expected.

When the operation was completed, the surgeon called her on a phone in the waiting room and told her that the operation was successful.

Little did she know at that time that 113 days later, her beloved husband would be dead. He never left the hospital. The nightmare of what transpired during those days is too difficult to write about.

George was a fighter and so he overcame one crisis after another. His sons who lived out of state wanted to visit him during this time, but he told them not to fly to New York since he would be coming home soon. He would see them when he was released from the hospital. He talked to them on the phone instead.

George Jr. who lived in California decided that in spite of what Dad was saying, he would take time from work and fly to New York.

After fighting a number of infections, the last one was too much for his body to recover from. One of the doctors called his wife and told her to hurry to the hospital because George would not last the night. She rushed to the hospital and prayed by her husbands' side. Prior to leaving for the hospital, she had her daughter call the Bishop of their diocese to alert him of this crisis.

Marie also called her brother, Joseph to alert him of this crisis. He made immediate flight arrangement to fly in from Michigan. His brother, George Jr. was already in flight from California.

The boys would have been devastated if their father had passed away without them being there and to say good-bye. Even though Dad told them not to visit in the hospital, the pain and sorrow of not seeing him one last time would have been difficult to bear.

George generously volunteered his time to good works all through his lifetime. He worked closely with their Bishop to help others.

Their Bishop was away but his secretary called him and he was able to get to the hospital. He prayed and prayed.

GEORGE DID NOT DIE THAT NIGHT.....................

Much to the amazement of his Doctor, it seemed as if he was going to recover.

The boys arrived in New York and the next day George's entire family was at his side. They laughed, they joked, they had a wonderful time interacting with their Dad. All was right with the world. This went on for several days.

Everyone thought that the crisis had passed and so the boys flew back home.

GEORGE DIED......his wife, daughter and grandson were at his side. They were in a state of shock.

When George's wife called their sons to tell them of their fathers' passing, they could not comprehend his death. He seemed fine.

George's wife is an extremely spiritual woman. She has a strong belief in God. Her faith has pulled her through numerous difficult times. She is the rock and strength of her family.

She simply told them that God had heard our Bishop's prayer and that the time they had to spend with their Dad was GOD'S GIFT TO OUR FAMILY......She did not have to say anything else. They understood.

MEET ME FOR LUNCH

GOOD-BYE, I LOVE YOU.

Sandy had called her sister Marie who lived approximately 120 miles away. Sandy had called to say good-bye. She was determined to end her life. She had made an unsuccessful attempt to commit suicide several weeks before and it was only a matter of time when she would try again.

Her husband had left her for a much younger woman, who she thought was her friend. His reason was that she was too much of a Mother. She had given birth to seven children prior to her turning 30 years of age.

He spent long hours working to support his family, OR SO SHE THOUGHT.........Many of those hours were spent with other women.

She loved her children but the depression that had set in was so intense that she could think of nothing else but to end her life.

Marie listened to Sandy talk and DID NOT try to talk Sandy out of killing herself. On occasion, Marie would ask a question that had nothing to do with the conversation. This threw Sandy off but she answered the questions. As the conversation was coming to an end, Sandy told her sister good-bye and that she loved her.

Marie then said, "PLEASE MEET ME FOR LUNCH at Gennetti's". Gennetti's was on a major highway close to where Sandy lived but approximately 115 miles from where Marie lived.

Sandy was stunned into silence at this request to meet for lunch. Marie broke the silence by saying, "ONE LAST TIME".

She heard a weak O.K. whispered into the phone.

The sisters agreed to meet in approximately two hours. Marie called her neighbor to make arrangements to have her take care of her children when they returned from school.

She tried to reach one of Sandy's children to alert them of their mothers state of mind but no one new where Sandy was.

Marie drove and PRAYED.

When she arrived at Gennetti's, she saw Sandy sitting in her car in the parking lot slumped over the wheel .

OH!!!!!NO!!!!!!, she was too late. OR WAS SHE? As she approached the car, she saw movement. Sandy was crying. As Marie opened the car door, Sandy looked up at her with tearful eyes and said, THANK-YOU FOR CARING.

Sandy never expected Marie simply to listen and then ask to MEET HER FOR LUNCH. To drive such a distance. To show her love.

Something snapped with Sandy and broke the grip of depression with their conversation. It made her think of what would happen to her children. She knew that she could count on Marie to help her through this difficult time. Marie opened up her mind to an option other than suicide by the simple words, MEET ME FOR LUNCH...........

Sandy was able to receive help for her depression with the support of family.

It was not easy raising such a large family by herself but she did it. She lived to see her children marry, have families of their own. She is a Grandmother who never misses a sports game or special event of her Grandchildren. She is loved. She has witnessed many, many successes of her ever growing family.

She never remarried but has a very full, happy life filled with love.

She and Marie live almost 300 miles apart at this time, but they are in contact with one another quite a bit.

THEY ARE GOOD SISTER'S TO ONE ANOTHER; THEY ARE GOOD FRIENDS; THEY ARE FAMILY.

A BIT OF HISTORY

I recently received an e-mail that provided a bit of history about the steel covered Bibles. I would like to share this information with you. This e-mail arrived after I had published the story of Patrick Foley's steel covered Bible.

Young soldiers carried the steel covered Bible during WW1. The smaller calibre bullets used during that war could be stopped, however, the larger calibre bullets that were used during WW11 were too much for the thin steel cover that was used on the Bible.

I would like to think that the young men who carried these Bibles believed in the power of prayer and felt the love and prayers of those who gave them the Bible to carry. I hope that this gave them some measure of comfort in their deepest, darkest moments.

In their darkest moments, they could read the powerful words of the Bible. They could feel GOD'S LOVE. I pray and hope that each and every one of these brave men knew that even if the steel covered Bible did not stop the bullet that took their lives, that they knew God was there to welcome them into HIS HEAVENLY KINGDOM when their work on this earth was over. With open arms and a loving heart, HE was there to welcome them HOME.

May God Bless and protect all who fight for our freedom. Freedom to exercise the free will that our Heavenly Father gifted us.

Grace Moments by Dolores Martin

THE STEEL COVERED BIBLE

During WWII, mothers sent BIBLES that had a steel cover to their sons. Theory was that the Bible would be in his shirt pocket, thus would stop a bullet to the heart.

Beth had one such Bible. Her husband took it from the body of one of his men. He intended to return it to the mother of this brave young man. This was not meant to be.

Beth's husband returned from the war with numerous medals including two Purple Hearts. He also developed tuberculosis overseas. He fought the valiant fight to regain his health but the ravages of war combined with tuberculosis killed him.

Beth was a young widow with two small children. There was little money to support them and so she went to work. She tried to locate the family of the young man and to fulfill her deceased husbands desire to return the Bible with the steel cover to the soldiers family. She was not successful in her endeavor.

In memory of both her deceased husband and the young infantryman, she carried this Bible in her purse for many years and frequently read it.

The inscription inside the cover gave his name and it was signed, With love, mother. His name was Patrick Foley. He was probably Catholic as the Bible also held his scapula.

Beth remarried and her husband, Joe, tried to locate the family of Patrick Foley on and off over the years to no avail.

After over 50 years of marriage, Beth passed away. She took good care of this Bible during her lifetime.

The war has been over for 63 years. Joe recently stopped by the local VFW and asked them for help in locating the family of Patrick Foley. They will try to trace the name for him if possible. They have access to records that were not available to Joe and Beth.

The VFW Commander never saw such a Bible before. He said that they were going to put up a display in front of the Hall for Columbus day. He would like to include the STEEL COVERED BIBLE in their display.

It was really poignant when you opened it up and saw "MOTHER"S HANDWRITING", faded but still legible.

Hopefully, this latest attempt to locate the family of Patrick Foley and return his Bible will be successful.

I WILL SEND YOU A SIGN

Dan was dying. He was only twenty-four years old. His life was cut short due to a car accident.

His family was grief stricken. Dan tried to console his mother as best he could. He had a deep faith in God and felt that God would welcome him into His Heavenly kingdom. He was prepared for death. As he hugged his mother, he told her that he would find a way to let her know that he was O.K. after death. He told her that he would try to send her a sign in the FORM OF A CROSS.

Dan's girlfriend was at his bedside and heard what he had told his mother.

The day of his funeral, the family had gathered at the funeral home. Jan, his girlfriend, was standing outside with some of his friends. She was crying. Through her tears, she had looked up at the sky.

Before her eyes, three crosses had started to form. WAS THIS THE SIGN FROM DAN?

She rushed into the funeral home and told Dan's mother what she saw. Those who were there, went outside and looked up at the sky. Everyone saw the three crosses.

Everyone was speechless. Everyone was filled with emotion. Everyone felt Dan's love. HE WAS FINE.

The person who told me this story was filled with emotion as he shared this story with me. He will never, ever forget what happened that day.

Grace Moments by Dolores Martin

AND THE WELL WENT DRY

Sarah was born to a Jewish family who emigrated to the United-States from eastern Europe. They settled in a beautiful rural area of eastern Pennsylvania.

This was the land of opportunity. The land of the free.

BUT NOT FREE OF BIGOTRY!!!!!!!!

They moved into a small home surrounded by beautiful green pastures. As in most country areas, ones water supply came from a drilled well and/or stream. They had a good well. An abundance of water.

Her father was able to provide a good life for his family. They were happy.

A family had moved into the area and lived down the road. Sarah started school and walked past this home on her way to school.

Members of this family started to pick on Sarah. She began to experience harassment everyday on her way to school. This was very upsetting to her.

The abusive language was also directed at her parents. They were confused as to why this was happening.

They tried to be good neighbors and were well liked in this area. What was different with this new family.

It soon became known that members of the family belonged to the Klu Klux Klan.

This family intimidated Sarah and her family. Sarah and her family TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK and PRAYED that someday their neighbors would stop their verbal abuse.

Then MOTHER NATURE stepped in.

The neighbors WELL WENT DRY...........

Their neighbors were stressed and upset when they discovered that their WELL HAD RUN DRY.

Sarah had overheard them talking about the problems with their well on her way home from school. They were so focused on their water problem that they did not harass Sarah this day.

Drilling a new well is a costly venture even when there is a good chance of finding water. There is also the possibility of not finding water and having to drill more than one well.

I can speak from personal experience on this issue.

Then there is the problem of finding water to run the household while a new well is being drilled.

Sarah was a very caring child from a very caring family. When she told her parents about the plight of their neighbors, they responded in a positive manner.

Sarah and her family approached the family who had been harassing them and OFFERED TO SHARE THEIR WATER.

This offer was accepted by the abusive family. This incident caused them to pause and reflect on their bad behaviour and their BIGOTRY. They changed their ways and became good neighbors.

MY PSYCHIC ANIMAL FRIEND

Kathleen was going through a very difficult time in her life. She had a tendency to look at the world through rose colored glasses and reality had set in.

Her problems, not of her doing, were creating physical as well as emotional havoc with her life. She never, ever, in her wildest dreams had expected to be caught up in the ugly situation that confronted her.

Her friends invited her to visit them. They did not know what she was going through. They lived in a beautiful area of Virginia and she jumped at the opportunity to visit.

Getting out in the fresh country air. Away from the ugliness. That is what the doctor would order.

Richard picked her up from the airport and they proceeded to his beautiful country home. Upon arrival, she exited the car and stood looking out at the beautiful countryside. She started to feel better.

As she was admiring the gardens, Casey, a beautiful golden retriever showed up at her side. He looked at her with the most intelligent, knowing eyes of any animal that she had ever encountered.

His canine friends joined them and sat at Kathleen's feet. She leaned down to pet each one and she was greeted by a big fat slobbering kiss on the face. This made her laugh. All her new found friends then got up and romped around the property.

That evening at dinner, Casey was at her side looking up at her. When she got up, Casey was with her. When she went to sleep, Casey was in the bedroom with her.

This was unusual behaviour for Casey. Casey was cautious of many people. A good friend of Sharon,(her friend) stopped by to chat. She told Kathleen that she had been trying to get Casey to come to her for over a year with no success. Why was Casey behaving like this.

Casey had sensed the sadness in Kathleen's heart. Casey picked up on her pain even though Richard and Sharon were not aware of her problems. Kathleen always put on a happy face and people rarely if ever knew when she was hurting. BUT CASEY KNEW......

Casey was the very best tonic for what was ailing Kathleen. With the loving companionship of her new found friend, she was able to step back and look at her problems from a different point of view.

WHAT A BLESSING TO MEET this loving golden retriever. Wherever Kathleen went on the property, there was Casey at her side.

Richard and Sharon had never witnessed this behaviour from their beautiful dog with a stranger.

Sharon and Kathleen explored the beautiful mountains of Virginia. Casey was sad to be left behind but Casey would get car sick and would not get in a car. UNTIL the day that Kathleen was to leave for home.

Kathleen packed her suitcase and left it in the bedroom. Casey was outside and did not see her pack the suitcase. BUT CASEY KNEW that Kathleen was leaving. How? who knows.......

Richard opened the car door and Casey jumped into the car. WHAT WAS GOING ON? Casey hated to get into a car. Richard removed the dog from the car but Casey ran around to the other side and jumped back into the car.

Kathleen left the house with her suitcase and Casey ran up to her. He walked all around her and would not leave her side. She reached down and played with her new friend. She looked into Casey's eyes and saw the understanding, love and compassion in this dogs eyes. She had felt this all week long and Casey helped her to relax and rejuvenate her mind, body and soul.

WHAT AN UNEXPECTED GIFT........

She sat in the front seat of the car and Casey jumped into the drivers seat. Richard had to tug and pull Casey from the car. He finally was successful, only to find that Casey ran around to the passenger side of the car and jumped into the car beside Kathleen. Casey was determined.

Casey finally was pulled from the car and all doors were closed.

As Richard started to drive, Casey followed them to the end of the road with those big, beautiful loving eyes. He seemed to perk up when Kathleen smiled and yelled to him, "I am fine, my new friend." "I will never forget you, I love you."

I have read somewhere that animals are more psychic than humans. I need to research this more but from my own personal experience, I have witnessed many animals respond in a psychic way. They know by instinct when something is about to happen before it does. At times, I may write about this. I would ask others to share their animal stories with me to write about.

Kathleen was a different person when she returned home. She was able to address issues that she felt helpless in dealing with in a more positive way. A new furry friend was a blessing in disguise.