I have had psychic experiences since I was small, the first being fear…anyway, in 2000 I had a massive emotional breakdown and a total of six months in a clinic. Before and after there were many times where I needed a guide and sure enough they came in some shape or form and even when people did hurt me. Something seemed to always get them back for their actions.

I don’t know if I have a living guardian or a spiritual one or both…but I will say this now…I find it hard to believe in Churches but it never disturbs my belief in God, even when I’m angry with him, he has never walked away. He has never left me to really get seriously hurt.

He has held my hand without me even realizing until afterwards and he has rescued me in the final hour to make me continue living.

I have met people that just seem to know me and all the pain in my head and they are there just when I need them. I will always believe I have a guardian angel and I won’t hate God no matter what goes wrong. Even when I yell at him, he still looks out for me.

One day I nearly jumped from the top floor of college in High Wycombe in the UK a just as I was really about to get up there and do it, this guy appeared from a class room and said very calmly, “you’re not going to jump are you”? One night when I was walking alone at night because I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t cope with my emotions… this guy offered to walk with me up the hill by my home and then back again to make sure I got home safe. I have never seen him again.

One day in the underground in London (a lovely city) an Asian man walked up to me and asked me how I was feeling and was my head hurting? I sat down on the seat by the tunnel and I nodded. Without even thinking how he knew I felt so bad. He told me to sit and be calm and the headache would go away. He caught the next tube, while I sat and tried to calm down. When I got up to catch the next tube. I realized my head wasn’t pounding anymore.

That’s another reason why I believe that God is All…whatever name or religion, it is just the same person with a million different faces every day and a million different names.

I don’t know who my guardian angel is apart from God or Gods friend but I’d just like to say, Thank You.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: Guardian

In all the world there is nobody like you. Since the beginning of time
there has never been another person like you. Nobody has your smile, your eyes, your hands, your hair. Nobody owns your handwriting, your voice.
You’re Special. Nobody can paint your brush strokes. Nobody has your taste for food or music or dance or art. Nobody in the universe sees things as you do.
You’re special.
In all time there has never been anyone who laughs in exactly your way.
You’re different from any other person who has ever lived in the history of the universe. You are the only one in the whole of creation who has your particular set of abilities. Nobody in the universe can reach the quality of the combination of your talents, your feelings.
Through all eternity no one will ever walk, talk, think or do exactly
like you. You’re special. You’re rare and in all rarity there is enormous value and because of your great value the need for you to imitate anyone else is absolutely wrong. You’re special, and it is no accident you are. Please realise that God made you for a special purpose. He has a job for you to do that nobody else can do as well as you can. Out of the billions of applicants, only one qualified. Only one has the unique and right combination of what it takes and that one is You.
You’re Special.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: YOU ARE SPECIAL

Maybe if my leg was broken or I was diagnosed with a life threatening illness they would have cared more. It seems that mental illness does not have a place in this world. There are already too many ‘freaks’ suffering from it, one in five australians in fact. Sure the physical symptoms of depression may not kill me, but the emotional ones may.I know that I can be stronger and fight my depression, Iwant an education and a career, I never wanted to be a dropout. Finding the motivation to brush my teeth is a struggle, so you can imagine the pain I feel when people called me a faker. The inner sadness that engulfs me is phenomenal. Iwouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. Yet I would like to see some of the people who ridiculed me go through a fraction of what I have been through for a second and see how they would fight it.

I like everybody else, has had problems in my life. My parents separating when I was young. I was followed home from school when day and bashed because some girls didn’t like me. I’ve suffered the usual bitchiness and namecalling. the saying ’sticks and stones may break my bone but words will never hurt me’ is so wrong. Being called a whore or slut while still being a virgin has left emotional scars that feel like they will be with me forever. A simple threat sends me into a hysterical state. while physical scars heal, emotionla ones are there to taunt you for life. Some people I have considered my ‘best friends’ have betrayed me. Many haven’t called the whole time I have been sick. I’m forgotten now.

I’m extremely lucky to have a caring and understanding family as wellas a boyfirend who would do anything to see me happy. I love them all so much. unfortunately you hurt the ones you love most. Your pain becomes directed at them and they cope the blame for all the shit the world has dealed out to you. I never wanted to hurt them. I hope they can forgive me.

This was written during the darkest times of my depression. Three suicide attempts followed and my family helped me through them. I am now a happy 17 year old doing my HSC. The time of depression seem like a bad nightmare. I still can’t believe what i went through and survived. There is always hope, for anyone. There is always someone there to listen.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: DEPRESSION

Who made this boy believe that he couldn’t stand the test
that as a human being he was different from the rest
A father who told him “Son you’ve come out all wrong”
Never would he fit in, nor would he belong
Why does the little girl live all alone with her fears
that daddy’s next punch will leave her with more than tears
“I’m sorry daddy, please, it’s probably all my fault”
She really wants to say “I don’t need this bloody assault”
When did the little boy stop seeking physical affection
and shy away from any that was aimed in his direction
Who was the bastard who stole away his cheeky little grin
for innocence lost the pervert should pay the ultimate price for his sin
How come the little girl believes all the crap that she is told
day after day on verbal abuse she has been sold
“Not good enough, too fat, too thin, you just don’t fit in”
chanted over and over by children standing around her in a ring
All these children aren’t the first, sadly they are not the last
They will bear forever the scars of a hated past
Can anyone help them change the beliefs they have been given
or to the needle, weed and booze to escape they will be driven
Who out there is willing to estimate how much it is they’ve lost
for with pain, fear, terror and tears they have paid the cost
Can anybody out there show them they are worthy to live
for to this world they really have quite a lot to give.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: A lot to Give

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!!!!

Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.
It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you.
Each night it burns the remains of the day.
If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours.
There is no going back.
There is no drawing against the “tomorrow”.
You must live in the present on today’s deposits.
Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success!

The clock is running.
Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a pre-mature baby.

To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time.

And remember that time waits for no one.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is mystery
Today is a gift
That’s why it’s called the present!!

It’s National Friendship Week

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care…..

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: Have you been to the bank?

I laughed ’til I cried
cried, cried
with no one to hold me
and calm me
My anger burned
a hole in my soul
My sadness
the sound of my tears
My sobs rendered me helpless
as I burrowed down to that
deep place inside of me
where raw emotions hide
I cried for the hurt,
the pain and the fear
and a childhood lost
I cried for dignity undone
and innocence long forgotten
I cried for the questioning silences
and the doubt filled eyes
I cried because I felt so forsaken
the loneliness nesting
deep in my heart
I cried so loud yet
I was not heard
The kind of crying
that makes others uncomfortable
because the pain is
all too obvious
yet crying seemed a
woefully inadequate
way to voice such
powerful emotions
With only bloodshot eyes
and a tear stained face
to show that moments
before my body racked
with tremors
I faced the world again

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: SURRENDERING TO PAIN

There is a little girl
her name is Siobhan
She has a beautiful smile
and a personality to match
You can always tell how she feels
by looking in her eyes
She knows exactly what she wants
and goes after it with determination
Her laugh sounds like
beautiful music
and causes others to laugh
with her
She’s got so much love
and shows it with lots of hugs
caring and kindness
I wish her much happiness
and hope that she uses her strength
when adversity strikes
and that she bounces back
and can look forward
to the future
without dwelling on the past
She can always come to me
when she needs a shoulder to
cry on or a hug
I hope she knows that I
will always love her
no matter what.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: SIOBHAN

The river of my life runs
strong and deep
but throughout it’s course
it has taken on many colours and hues
The river runs pink
when I was born
I was small, wrinkled and pink
The river runs orange
for the happiest and brightest
times of my life
The river runs green
for the times I was
sick and needed to be nursed
The river runs yellow
all the times I was scared
not wanting to be alone
The river runs yellow
so many times I cringed
and cowered at your touch
The river runs blue
since the time a coldness
has entered my soul
The river runs red
for the anger that courses
through my being
The river runs black
hatred for you
who betrayed my trust
The river runs
The river runs a rainbow

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: The River Runs

I’m in prison
jail, incarcerated
No, not with three brick
walls and one
of iron bars
but prison nevertheless
I can walk around, go where I want
I could travel the world
You can’t see the walls
and you don’t have to sign in
to see me, or get frisked
for security reasons
But I’m still in prison
the prison of the mind
I know the dimensions
yes I’ve paced it off
God, I’ve been here long enough
The walls are high and strong
but not made of anything
that man can physically breakthrough
they’re made of fear and betrayal
My cell is cluttered, furnished with
anger, hate, responsibility, unrequited love,
lack of trust, but the need to belong
fights against the need to be free
the need to be me
Oh, I can see the outside world
through my small window
and sometimes what I see makes
me feel safe in prison
sometimes the walls start to crumble
and I reach out to grasp the hand waiting
but then something happens to stop me
and the walls become as thick as a mountain
Right now the walls are growing wider, stronger, thicker
endless.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: PRISON WALLS

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn – not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
“It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful, too.
That’s why I picked it; here, it’s for you.”

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he’d had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see

The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that’s mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Page topic: Good inspirational stories: The Most Beautiful Flower