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This site is like Ruthe,
the heroine of my novel,
Ruthe's Secret Roses
Ruthe is . . .
intimate with God,
prays a lot,
a bleeding heart for the hurting,
a big sister,
has creative ideas,
likes to give
loyal to friends,
dreams of love and
dreams of writing a book
goes the extra mile
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good books to read!
help to become Friends with Jesus,
The One Ideal Real Friend
a cure for loneliness
An Older Sister's Coping Secret
how to pray Panic Prayers,
how to grow in faith
how to share your faith
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Ugly, the Cat that Just Wanted to be Loved Author Unknown
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly
loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To
start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also
missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time,
and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like was always turning the corner. His tail
has long ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck,
even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same
reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down,
squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not
leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there,
getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body
around feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against
their hands, begging for their love. If they picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on
your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was
badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the
time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in
a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white
strip of fur that ran down his front.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could
feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging,
sucking sensation on my ear, Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to
suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he
turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.
Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection,
perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had
ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle
in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards,
thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means
to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show
specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but
I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.
To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked,
and beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
-- Author Unknown
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