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Bye!!! ---------------------- Forwarded by Judy Hernandez/HOU/ECT on 08/31/2000 08:19 AM --------------------------- Angela Barnett 08/30/2000 04:48 PM To: kttn0965@aol.com, McJenjil@aol.com, Topey0661@aol.com, Nikki Johnson/NA/Enron@Enron, Regina Blackshear/Corp/Enron@ENRON, Diane Salcido/Corp/Enron@Enron, Judy Hernandez/HOU/ECT@ECT, Sandra R McNichols/HOU/ECT@ECT, Angela Gill/NA/Enron@Enron, Warren Perry/Corp/Enron@Enron, Derick Jones/Corp/Enron@Enron cc: Subject: Fwd: [Fwd: The Hand] ---------------------- Forwarded by Angela Barnett/HOU/ECT on 08/30/2000 04:47 PM --------------------------- Deb Pepple <dpepplejes@netscape.net< on 08/30/2000 04:36:39 PM To: Angie Barnett <angela.barnett@enron.com<, Donna Hixon <dhixonhhe@netscape.net<, Laurie Lauer <jakenlaneysmom@hotmail.com< cc: Subject: Fwd: [Fwd: The Hand] ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://home.netscape.com/webmail Received: from rly-na01.mx.aol.com [205.188.158.38] by mx01 via mtad (34FM1.5.01) with ESMTP id 020eHdcvD0833M01; Wed, 30 Aug 2000 02:47:03 GMT Received: from imo-r03.mx.aol.com (imo-r03.mx.aol.com [152.163.225.3]) by rly-na01.mx.aol.com (v75_b3.9) with ESMTP; Tue, 29 Aug 2000 22:46:38 -0400 Received: from Jimmie4ever@aol.com by imo-r03.mx.aol.com (mail_out_v28.15.) id x.bd.69a6d55 (3889) for <dpepplejes@netscape.net<; Tue, 29 Aug 2000 22:46:34 -0400 (EDT) From: Jimmie4ever@aol.com Message-ID: <bd.69a6d55.26ddcf89@aol.com< Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2000 22:46:33 EDT Subject: Fwd: The Hand To: dpepplejes@netscape.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="part1_bd.69a6d55.26ddcf89_boundary" X-Mailer: AOL 5.0 for Windows sub 120 Return-path: <Iris7533@aol.com< From: Iris7533@aol.com Full-name: Iris7533 Message-ID: <96.90063c6.26dd3c77@aol.com< Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2000 12:19:03 EDT Subject: Fwd: The Hand To: Jimmie4ever@aol.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="part2_bd.69a6d55.26dd3c77_boundary" X-Mailer: AOL 5.0 for Windows sub 120 Return-path: <FinsRIn59@aol.com< From: FinsRIn59@aol.com Full-name: FinsRIn59 Message-ID: <4a.a28d010.26d9ef3d@aol.com< Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 00:12:45 EDT Subject: Fwd: The Hand To: rc61@msn.com, Iris7533@aol.com, cherylw77@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="part3_bd.69a6d55.26d9ef3d_boundary" X-Mailer: AOL 5.0 for Windows sub 119 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Return-Path: <mysticdwagoness@hotmail.com< Received: from rly-zc01.mx.aol.com (rly-zc01.mail.aol.com [172.31.33.1]) by air-zc04.mail.aol.com (v75_b3.11) with ESMTP; Mon, 21 Aug 2000 22:52:32 -0400 Received: from hotmail.com (f177.law8.hotmail.com [216.33.241.177]) by rly-zc01.mx.aol.com (v75_b3.9) with ESMTP; Mon, 21 Aug 2000 22:52:06 -0400 Received: from mail pickup service by hotmail.com with Microsoft SMTPSVC; Mon, 21 Aug 2000 19:51:59 -0700 Received: from 4.3.160.12 by lw8fd.law8.hotmail.msn.com with HTTP; Tue, 22 Aug 2000 GMT X-Originating-IP: [4.3.160.12] From: "angie hufford" <mysticdwagoness@hotmail.com< To: FinsRIn59@aol.com, saint@dnsonline.net, ranger43@gte.net, Jeeperjune@aol.com Subject: Fwd: The Hand Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 02:51:59 GMT Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Message-ID: <F177xqxPs68K8rBKXGA00001e60@hotmail.com< X-OriginalArrivalTime: 22 Aug 2000 02:51:59.0363 (UTC) FILETIME=[F0E89530:01C00BE3] X-Mailer: Unknown X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by mailman.enron.com id e7ULaeH28081 <From: lightnin1610@webtv.net <To: AngelSecrets1@aol.com, mysticdwagoness@hotmail.com, <edavis24401@yahoo.com, DorothyWaller@webtv.net, GYvonne57@aol.com, <kygrand1@webtv.net, maryneileen@webtv.net, res02pa6@gte.net, <ldyinfl@aol.com <Subject: The Hand <Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 18:42:55 -0400 (EDT) < < <THE HAND <-------------------------------- <My daughter, Kathleen, was 15... too young to seriously date but she had <a boyfriend. One evening, when I was leaving to pick up my son, Paul, <from baseball practice, she asked if she could just go with her <boyfriend to pick up his little brother at a friend's house. She said <they would come right back. <I said, "All right, just make sure you wear your seat belt, and come <right home." It was my father's birthday and my youngest <daughter,Therese, was already at my father's house waiting for us to <come over with the cake I had yet to pick up at the store. I left to <pick Paul up at school, but decided to take the highway, rather than the <shortcut along the back roads. <After leaving the school, Paul and I ran in the store for the cake and <some last minute goodies. As we were getting into the car, we heard and <saw paramedics, fire trucks, three ambulances and of course a multitude <of police cars. ? I got a sick feeling in my stomach and said to Paul, <"Somebody needs our prayers, quick." ? I wondered if there was a fire <or a bad car accident. <At one of the intersections I had to stop to let more emergency vehicles <through, and prayed, "Lord, those people need you right now, go to them <and place your protective hand over them." <We stopped at my parents to drop off the food, before going home to pick <up Kathleen, but my father met me at the car and told us to postpone the <Party because Therese had fallen asleep. <"Which way did you go to the school?" he asked, "Because there was a bad <accident on the back road, I heard someone was killed. It happened just <about the time you had to pick up Paul at the school and I know you <always go that way. I was so happy to see you pull in, I had a gut <feeling it was you." <As Paul and I drove the short distance home, I could see our house was <dark and when Kathleen is home alone, she always burned every light. As <I turned off the ignition, tears fell, "It was Kathleen," I told Paul, <"I know it." I ran in the house and checked our answering machine, no <one <had called. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that someone would <have called by now. "Paranoid," that's what Kathleen always called me, <and that's what I was telling myself, "You're just paranoid!" Then, the <phone rang. It was her friend's mother, who worked in the emergency room <of our local hospital. She only told me that the three of them were in <an accident and were being transported to the hospital. <I didn't call my husband at work, or my parents. Paul and I just left <for the hospital. As I pulled into the parking lot, one of the <paramedics, someone we have known for years met us at our car. <"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he said with tears streaming down his face. <????The next thing I remember after was talking to the doctor in <the hallway of the ER. <He asked me if I believed in God, and with that my knees gave way. <"No," he said, "you don't understand, do you believe in divine <intervention? "I stammered, a weak, "Yes." ? Not having a clue what he <was talking about. ? He smiled at me and asked, "Do you know what <shirt your daughter was wearing, tonight?" Nodding no, he told me to go <down the hall and look. "Your daughter is blessed with angels and so are <you. <From what the emergency personnel told me, there is no way that your <daughter should be alive, let alone only have a few scratches." Kathleen <was laying on a cart, waiting for more x-rays. When I got to her, we <both sobbed. As I was hugging her I had the urge to check her shirt, <unzipping her jacket. I read the words, "Jesus Saves." I knew then, what <the doctor had meant. <All three were treated and released. On the way home that night, <Kathleen told this story: "It was really weird, about a quarter of a <mile before the accident, I said, 'Wait, we forgot to put our seatbelts <on, my Mother will kill me.' Then a car was coming towards us in our <lane, he swerved, and I knew we got hit on the passenger side of the <car, where I was sitting. We got hit a total of three times because the <car kept spinning in a circle. I felt his little brother's hand on my <shoulder, holding me lightly in place. <"But Mom, after it was all over, I could still feel the hand on my <shoulder. I looked and his little brother had flown out the back window <of the car, as we later found out, on the first spin. "It was an <angel,Mom,I know it!" <I knew it too, especially when we went the next day to look at the car, <it had been split in half, right underneath my daughter's seat. The <driver of the other car, witnesses said, was traveling 90-95 miles Per <hour and the point of impact at that speed was directly at Kathleen's <door. The police report stated that the car door was found fifty feet <away from the accident scene, with the seat belt attached. So when the <door broke loose, "the hand" was the only thing that saved my daughter's <life. <The Lord, knew, long before I did that my child was in trouble, and I <will always praise Him for saving her life and restoring mine. I have <been meaning to write this story for the past couple years. ? Kathleen <just turned 21. While I was writing this I smiled and cried, it's all <true. < < < <Father, I ask you to bless my friend reading this right now! < <Lord, show them a new revelation of Your love and power. < <Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. < <Where there is pain, give them Your peace & mercy. < <Where there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence in Your <ability to work through them. < <Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I ask You to give them <understanding, patience, & strength as they learn submission to Your <leading. < <Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them by <revealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy with <You. < <Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Your courage. < <Where there is a sin blocking them, reveal it, and break its hold over <my friend's life. < <Bless their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders, <and friends to support, and encourage them. < <Give each of them discernment to recognize the demonic forces around <them, and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. < <I ask You to do these things in Jesus'name! <In Christian love, <Your Friend in Jesus < < <Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend, as I have done here, <will bless you both. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is <something I know Christ would do. < ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com
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