This story is so beautiful, you'll treasure it for a long time.
Just think...they were meeting Mother Teresa...
Now Saint Mother Teresa!
Subject: The Rosary - Simply Amazing . . .
Jim Castle was tired
when he boarded his plane in Cincinnati, Ohio,
that night in 1981.
The 45-year-old management consultant
had put on a week long series of business meetings
and seminars, and now he sank gratefully into his seat
ready for the flight home to Kansas City, Kansas.
As more passengers entered, the place hummed with
conversation,mixed with the sound of bags being stowed.
Then, suddenly, people fell silent.
The quiet moved slowly up the aisle
like an invisible wake behind a boat.
Jim craned his head to see what was happening,
and his mouth dropped open.
Walking up the aisle were two nuns
clad in simple white habits bordered in blue.
He recognized the familiar face of one at once,
the wrinkled skin, and the eyes warmly intent.
This was a face he'd seen in newscasts and
on the cover of TIME.
The two nuns halted,
and Jim realized that his seat companion
was going to be Mother Teresa!
As the last few passengers settled in,
Mother Teresa and her companion pulled out rosaries.
Each decade of the beads was a different color, Jim noticed.
"The decades represented various areas of the world,"
Mother Teresa told him later,
and added, "I pray for the poor and dying on each continent."
The airplane taxied to the runway
and the two women began to pray, their voices a low murmur.
Though Jim considered himself not a very religious Catholic
who went to church mostly out of habit,
inexplicably he found himself joining in.
By the time they murmured the final prayer,
the plane had reached cruising altitude..
Mother Teresa turned toward him.
For the first time in his life,
Jim understood what people meant
when they spoke of a person possessing an 'aura'.
As she gazed at him, a sense of peace filled him;
he could no more see it than he could see the wind
but he felt it, just as surely as he felt
a warm summer breeze.
"Young man," she inquired,
"do you say the rosary often?"
"No, not really," he admitted..
She took his hand, while her eyes probed
Then she smiled.
"Well, you will now."
And she dropped her rosary into his palm..
An hour later, Jim entered the Kansas City airport
where he was met by his wife, Ruth.
"What in the world?" Ruth asked
when she noticed the rosary in his hand.
They kissed and Jim described his
Driving home, he said. "I feel as if I
met a true sister of God."
Nine months later,
Jim and Ruth visited Connie,
a friend of theirs for several years.
Connie confessed that she'd been told she
had ovarian cancer.
"The doctor says it's a tough case," said Connie,
"but I'm going to fight it. I won't give up."
Jim clasped her hand.
Then, after reaching into his pocket,
he gently twined Mother Teresa's rosary around her fingers.
He told her the story
and said, "Keep it with you, Connie.
It may help."
Although Connie wasn't Catholic,
her hand closed willingly around the small plastic beads.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I hope I can return it."
More than a year passed before Jim saw Connie again.
This time her face was glowing,
she hurried toward him and handed him the rosary.
"I carried it with me all year,"
"I've had surgery and have been on chemotherapy, too.
Last month, the doctors did second-look surgery,
and the tumor's's gone. Completely!"
Her eyes met Jim's.
"I knew it was time to give the rosary back."
In the fall of 1987, Ruth's sister, Liz,
fell into a deep depression after her divorce.
She asked Jim if she could borrow the rosary,
and when he sent it, she hung it over her bedpost
in a small velvet bag.
"At night I held on to it, just physically held on.
I was so lonely and afraid," she says, "yet
when I gripped that rosary,
I felt as if I held a loving hand."
Gradually, Liz pulled her life together,
and she mailed the rosary back.
"Someone else may need it,"
Then one night in 1988, a stranger telephoned Ruth.
She'd heard about the rosary from a neighbor
and asked if she could borrow it
to take to the hospital where her mother lay in a coma.
The family hoped the rosary might help
their mother die peacefully.
A few days later, the woman returned the beads.
"The nurses told me a coma patient can still hear,"
she said, "so I explained to my mother that I had
Mother Teresa's rosary and that when I gave it to her,
she could let go;
it would be all rosary in her hand."
"Right away, we saw her face relaxed.
The lines smoothed out until she looked so peaceful,
so young. A few minutes later, she was gone."
Fervently, the woman gripped Ruth's hands.
Is there special power in those humble beads?
Or is the power of the human spirit
simply renewed in each person who borrows the rosary?
Jim only knows that requests continue to come, often unexpectedly.
He always responds though, whenever he lends the rosary,
"When you're through needing it,
send it back.
Someone else may need it."
Jim's own life has changed, too,
since his unexpected meeting on the airplane.
When he realized Mother Teresa carries everything she owns
in a small bag,
he made an effort to simplify his own life.
"I try to remember what really counts
not money or titles or possessions,
but the way we love others," he says.
May God bless you abundantly..
May Mother Mary ask her Son Jesus to shower you
Please feel free to pass this mail on,
especially to all those in despair
so that they might know that they are not alone
in their hour of need.
I sent you this mail because I know
the power of the prayers of these simple beads
and I wanted to share it with you.
Every sacrifice has a fruitful reward.
Every failure has a second chance.
We only have to be strong through God's grace
and persevere in life's many tests!
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