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James Z. Carpio, writer In the meantime read other books for now. God Bless!

They stole everything from me. I was powerless. I had been in transit for too long. I was tired. I did not fight anymore. I was too weak. I just remember praying to God to help me.  Then, they stabbed me. I think that is all I can recall for now. To be continued...

After about 13 milliseconds, he cringed and felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head, then he gasped for breath, and then his vision went blank. He passed out. Three days after, Mr Peter Grespo found himself in the hospital. He opened his eyes and it was blurry. He tried to focus. It was too bright. The smell of the sterile room was of disinfectant products. He glanced at the wall clock, it was three o' clock in the afternoon.  Peter did not know what happened. He had forgotten everything. Well, almost.  The only thing he could remember was there was an accident. Then, the door opened. A nurse came in and cheerfully greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Grespo!"  He asked, "What happened to me?" "Miss Harriet," he added as he read her nameplate. "Someone found you unconscious on the ground, you were stabbed seven times, you lost a lot of blood. We cannot fathom why you survived, really, I guess you are lucky!" she uttered...

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio The Perfection of God. He is the Alpha and the Omega. He is Omniscient, Omnipotent, and Omnipresent. On the other hand, we humans are imperfect. We can be weak. However, in God we can be strong. We do need God. And, we can rely on Jesus. He can be our Best Friend if we choose to with our hearts. Thus, we should like to hope in Him and, surely, we have a bright future ahead of us.

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio Thank goodness I have great friendships. Friends that I had chosen and I'd invested time and given space to and for that I am grateful to the Lord. Where does one find virtuous friends? If you play a particular sport then you will find and develop friendships there. Your church organizations are another good source of new friendships. Friends of your family members are also good possible friends to have for yourself. Lastly, you may want to attend reunions and reconnect with old friends. God Bless!

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio I should like to focus on the third level of respect. The one which is earned. The one which can be lost. And ultimately, the one that can be regained.  That one is character-based. As a writer, I always keep in mind the reader. I have not been writing for my columns for months now. And, every time I meet a reader in person I am reminded to write again. What is my legitimate excuse? Well, I have been given another career opportunity in a different industry but still in the artistic field. All I can say is, a servant cannot serve two masters at the same time. I had been given two choices, one or the other or both. I chose both. When the sea is more calm I would be able to make a comeback, officially, as a Columnist. Blogging is easy, however, writi...

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Charlie woke up at 4:00 a.m. and then, he quickly went to the mailbox. It was the sixth of February, 1957 and it was cold. He wore a thick jacket and snow boots. He got twenty letters.  One envelope stood out, it seemed like it was written by a child. Charlie, unmarried and who enlisted in the army, became curious and then, he opened that envelope first. He began to read the letter. Dear Dad, Hey Dad! I am your son from the future. My name is Stephen. Someone told me that I have to write you this letter. I have to write you this letter because if I don't then I shall never would had been born. I will never happen. You came home drunk last night. You knocked and I was the only one awake. I am still little so I pushed a chair towards the main door so that I could reach the doorknob. You were so surprised. Well, I have to write you that I needed to be born because I was born to write they said. Now, I had also read the letter you wrote to all ...

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection by James Z. Carpio I became an irate customer at Starbucks Naga City. I, formally, filed a complaint with the Police about it but I am just dropping the case. I do care but I am establishing a boundary by never ever going to Stabucks Naga City anymore for the rest of my life. That is for my peace of mind and their peace of mind. Thank you, Father Mike.

James Z. Carpio, writer Hey! My name is James. Everyone calls me by that name.  My Papa called me Jim and my Mama called me Jimbo. One brother of mine calls me Semaj.  Wait, let me tell you about one brother who calls me by myriad names. He calls me Hermenegi. Hermenehoho. You get the drift, right? My I.D. actually says the first one because it would not fit on the card. Let me ask you this. What's in a name? It's just a name. For the deaf it doesn't matter at all. For the mute they would not be able to voice out my name. Anyway, there are millions of Jameses in the world. Each of us are special. From research the chances of us being born is one in a Trillion.  I was not meant to be born. The plan was just to have a dozen children. That's it. Nothing more and nothing less. But, since God perhaps thought that my father and my mother did a pretty great job of raising 12 children they were blessed by a bonus. That would...

You're lucky Peter! It was difficult for me. I saw hell. It was pungent there. And the devils really get to your bones and not just crawl on your skin. But, I'm glad you shared your story. It made me see the other side. The better place. Norma Betty, I tell you it was Him that I saw, God Almighty. He is Pure Light. And, I want to see Him again. One day. photo credit: ЕгорЖуравлёв Blue_component via photopin (license) License: (license)

(by jlzc, January 6, 2019) In this Feast of Epiphany, Homage to the Blessed Baby. To follow the star of fixed bars, Or could we rewrite our own stars? This journey of recovery, Prayer and patience, aplenty! Along the shore of gentle waves, Soothing what the soul deeply craves. In search of what’s precious and true, Where do we go? What must we do? Greater than darkness is God’s light! More than our weakness, is His might! Gold for the youth, for our children! I’ll dream again, I live again!

George Bricklodge saw a red car parked on the side of the road. It was parked right in front of the house he used to live in. He had flashbacks. When he was a young boy he was accidentally hit by a car. His mother prayed that he would wake up and still recognize her. He did wake up. He woke up looking at an aquarium filled with fishes. During his childhood he became uncomfortable with any kind of vehicle. He had carsickness. He always brought with him a passenger discomfort bag. Growing up, he had a fear of crossing streets. Then, it stopped. He saw the red car and examined it. It was a doctor's car.  That fear and other fears went away against all the odds. He felt safe. Mr. Bricklodge died at a young age also without fear of death. His cousin asked, "How did he die?" His uncle told her, "He got hit by a bus while doing his morning exercise. He lost balance while walking on ...

I remember you asking for your photo taken to make her happy. I remember you giving me the things you owned. I remember all the other things. Well, I guess now you know. And, now that you know you understand me a lot better. But, let's forget about those. I followed everything you said. Every detail. Now, all I have to do is wait. photo credit: cyrusoxford Woodstock Barbers 2016 via photopin (license) License: (license)