I had it easy compared to almost 99% of the world. My most important decisions wer to finally move west to start my own life…and if I really wanted to marry (which I happily did).

My hardest decision was professional: whether to follow my heart and pursue a creative career or whether to pursue the higher paychek by going itno law or finance or something like that. I opted to follow my heart and while I love my career, I do wonder about the road not taken. It is hard to support a family and make ends meet. But I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. If I was unhappy, the money would be meaningless. And this way, I feel like I set an example for my children day in and day out that doing good in the world is more important than accumulating wealth.

The hardest decisions I have had to make in my life have had to do with life itself, whether it was my own or someone else’s. When my aunt went into a coma, I was the only legal relative who could sign the papers to have her taken off life-support. The decision of ending a life, is the most difficult decision anyone can make, even when we know that the person is no longer there spiritually. The same applies to the times I had to decide whether it was humane to put my beloved Cocker Spaniels down or let them live out their lives as humans do, in pain, suffering, helpless and without dignity. The dogs were as much my family as my aunt was, and the decision to take life is not something that should be taken lightly, at least to me it isn’t. While doctors are clinical and can tell us we are doing the best thing, I find that we need to separate ourselves from the clinical and look at life itself. That is the hard part, who are we to decide who lives or dies? I live with my decisions everyday and somedays I wonder whether I made the right decisions or not. When I was diagnosed with cancer in 1992 and given a less than 50% chance of total recovery, I had some very hard decisions to make about my surgery and treatment. This time I had to make hard decisions based not only on my life but also how my decisions would affect those around me, my family, the people who loved and would have to take care of me. These are the kind of decisions in life that the hardest of all, stepping outside the box and looking in from a different view, in order to make the best possible decision with what information we have. I hope I never have to be in that position again.

The hardest decision of my life was whether or not I would stand aside and let my daughter make her choice and suffer the consequences of that choice. I let her and have regretted it for some 20 plus years. I lost my daughter to her culture and life style and have not seen her in over 20 years. I cannot find her, no one can find her. If I had forced her to stay, she was turning 19 years of age and was determined to make life difficult for everyone, maybe I could have helped her to turn her life in a different direction. As it is I have lived with the heartache of wondering if life would have been different if I had made a different choice.

As a Christian, making a big decision can be hard because I always want to make sure that it is what God is leading me to do. I’ve made many in my life and for the most part, they were not that hard. But a few years ago, I had the opportunity to make a big change in my life. There was talk at work about a possible ‘early out’ retirement, and since we were living in California, our house had become quite valuable. We knew that if we sold it, we could move to another state and buy something much nicer. This would mean leaving our family and friends after living there for around 30 years. But taking the retirement could mean finally leaving a job that I hated for 25 years, and finally pursuing something that I enjoyed, which may or may not be profitable. Staying in CA with a mortgage sounded like life would get very hard. But leaving my best friend of 20 years behind was too much to consider. My wife and I began to pray daily and we prayed for a year about moving. At first, my best friend and his family planned to move with us, but then that fell through and it became apparent that they would not be coming. Should we have canceled our plan? The retirement offer came and I took it. We put our house on the market and it sold. I had to say good-bye to my dearest friend as he shed tears over my leaving him. How could I do this? Friendship has always been more important to me in my life than anything else. This friend was a gift from God to me and I treasured this relationship. This was not like me. I had to just trust God that He was leading us and that He would lead them to follow after us eventually to our new home in Tennessee, 2,000 miles away. A lot of people were shocked when we pulled up and left, but we love it here and our new home. Three years later, and we have no regrets. Our friends have been here to visit once every year, and I miss him every day. Still hoping and praying that they can come here, too. How do I know that God really was leading us? I just have to believe that when you pray about something every day, God works in your life to direct you in the way that you should go.

Since 1978,my wife of 48 years and I went on 2 week cruises over Christmas and New Years Day. On 3 January 2005 she passed quietly away in our stateroom 5 days out of Miami.
Upon my return home, I went to a home-town lawyer to have her will probated. After paying for this service,I began 15 months of living hell as the emplyees of this elderly and honest man began to exploit me. His main assistant(an ex-con)stole my file and was attempting to steal my identity and my assets. My life degenerated into 24 hours a day wondering how to make it to the next day after 3-5 hours of tortured sleep.
My lawyer found out and fired him but the others there kept up the harassment until 2 employees who worked for the area District Attorney saw what was happening and on then finally got my legal problem resolved.
I have been a Congregational Christian since childhood but had fallen away from the church. For the first time in my adult live I prayed to God to help me find my way out of this deep despair.
One week later I got an unexpected phone call from my “Born Again Christian” sister-in-law said she had been praying for me and felt the need to connect with me.
I now truly believe that we all have guardian angels who can show us that in our hour of need God, He will be there.EdT

I think this DVD would be awesome. Christianity has taken a beating in the past several years. When they took prayer out of school, try to take the word God out of everything, and try to make Christmas into another word because it has Christ in it. Pilgrams came to America so they could have freedom of religion and yet some want to banish our rights. They say they have the right not to hear prayer or have anything to do or say about Christianity. WHAT ABOUT CHRISTIAN RIGHTS? The government has taken away parents and schools rights to discpline children and it seems parents don’t care what their children do. AND THEY WANDER WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS GENERATION OF TEENS & YOUNG CHILDREN!! Christians need to ban together and put a stop to this. Sincerely, H.F.

The Hardest decision I ever had to make was my 1st major choice. I was in Haiti on my 1st mission trip,and I was painting the kitchen walls I was standing on the counter ready to paint the wall back of the cabinets it was dark I could not see the area to be painted,FEAR came over me in such a way I never experianced beforein my life. See here is my Choice put my hand in this dark place and TRUST or just don’t paint it. Well 2hrs later after crying and waiting. I put my hand in as I started to paint MY GOD SAID TO me SEE I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU. And He has fo 20 years, He isn’t finished with me yet. Just TRUST HIM HE WILL CARRY YOU THROUGH.

The hardest decision I have had to make was whether or not to stay married to my husband after we experienced a lot of marital problems. Becuase I am the most financially stable in the relationship, I had to pray and think long and hard. We also have an 11 year old daughter that loves her father dearly that I had to include in the equation. I continued to pray and had others praying for us and everything is fine at this time.

One of the toughest decisions I made was whether to take family leave for two months to take my ailing father who had Alzheimer’s to Brazil to watch the World Cup. My employer was not happy that I was going to do this even though I found a temporary replacement for my position while I was gone. I decided to take my father and my three children and spend the summer taking care of my father. Today makes three weeks that my father has been missing. He wandered away from his home in Maryland and there has been no trace of him. Now, I am so happy that I spent those two months with my father last summer. Even though I returned to work and had to endure resentment and anger about my absence, I now know that I made the right decision. Family is always more important than anything. I am thankful God gave me that opportunity to spend that precious time with my father. Only God knew what would happen this year.

June 19, 2007. I was in the trauma ICU speaking to my son’s surgeon. Jeremy (17), and my younger son, Zack (15), had been in a fatal car accident on June 10th that claimed the life of one of their friends. Jeremy was in a coma. Just after midnight, at the scene of the crash, police and rescue workers had to amputate his right leg to get him out of what was left of the car. Infection had set in, and they couldn’t operate to save his left leg because his vital signs weren’t stable. I had to sign a form allowing them to amputate a second time. As the days went on, they continued to take further drastic actions to save his life. I signed more consent forms, but the hardest part was literally having to write “Yes” and sign my initials on my child’s leg in black marker. In the doctor’s words, “Try to save the limb or save the child.” It’s just my experience, but it was the greatest moral dilema of my life. I haven’t been the same since, but I thank God my son is alive today.

Years ago when my oldest was about 7 he was allergy to bees–I mean very allergy. If he was stung it took only 2 hours before he was in a coma; so we had to take him to the hospital during that time. There was never any swelling just terrible burning. One satursday he was strung about four time which meant 4 trips to the hospital. We all were in contunually prayer over this. It hurt me to see him suffer as the shots they give left bruses — huge ugly hurtful bruses. The next morning on a sunday at church when the pastor asked if any one wanted prayer he said he did; walking up to the front of the church. The family garthered around him and all prayed. He said he felt nothing but he was willing to believe it was going to happen. coming out of the church he got zapped. He felt nothing –it swelled a little and there was no burning. Never again did he have to have those shots. God is wonderful.

One of the hardest decisions that I ever had to make was to have an operation that saved my life. I had three diverticulitis abscesses in my colon. If one or all of them would have burst I could have died if the poison got into my bloodstream. I had the operation and am happy and healthy.

This is a touch question to answer, there have been many tough decision I have had to make in my life. But this one sticks out the most at the moment. When my son was 16 years old {now he is 27}, I had to make a decision to leave him to live with a women my age, {where he spent most of his time because her son was his friend}. This was not truly the idea choice to have to make. My son has been a hard to raise child, he has ADHD and other behavioral issues. He was hard, very hard to raise. Well he gave me the choice of living with this women/son or runing away to another state where a another friend had moved to. I was moving with my daugther to the next city {Dayton, Ohio} because personal issue of my own. I had know choice but to leave him there for her. There is much more to this decision, but I am not going to take up all the space. It was a very touch decision and it did not turn out very well because my son married this women when he turned 18 and now he is trying to divorce her. The decision I have made was due to feeling like I would lose my son all together, he still puts his self in situation that are very hard. God Bless.

Hello Im Savannah And the hardest decision I will have to make is when my Dad passaway and how my Mom will take it . I know it’s going to be hard on her as well as myself you see they found caner had over his body.The Drotor gave him six months to a year to live. I dont know how to go about helping my mother with this. I call mom every morning but things has gone wrong where I can not call her lonedistant I canonly do loacl calls. And that makes it hard to stay in touch with my Dad and Mom. I also have a cousin who I go to her house every saturday for Bible strudy and I know she will not be with us very much longer .We have prayer togather and study God word yes it’s hard to make decision after your love ones are gone to their home with the Lord . I know we should be happy for them but I think missing them is what hurt us the most. and it’s all porter in my in my fmaily.

The hardest decision I ever had to make in my life was whether or not to put my father on life support or let him go. He had had several mini strokes and dementia and had also become septic, actually just too many things to fix. I had taken care of him for seven years because I promised not to put him in a nursing home. I called all his grandchildren so they could visit him one last time and about 10 minutes after we all left he passed away, yesterday would’ve been his
81st birthday, and I miss him so much still.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was to decide to live and not hide after I was abducted, raped and then set on fire by 3 men on Halloween night in 1996. It was really hard to endure the pain, all the therapies, and the new look of myself. It also was very hard to forgive the men who did this to me. I have found that I can be a blessing to others and people overlook my scars and physical problems. I also most died 4 times from the effects of the fire and at times I wanted to die, but that would have been easy. To endure the physical pain and the psychological pain and to push myself to push the limit of my strengthen was the hard job and then after to not hide from people and to fight my depression and to eventually join the human race again as an active member……..this was hard.

Toughest decision I’ve ever had to make? That would be when I was growing up and feeling peer pressure to “fit” in the right crowd in my high school and get involved with drugs, alcohol and sexual activities. My parents are devout Christians and I’m deaf myself–that was an easy target for the students at my H.S. to draw me into that kind of crowd–lucky, I decided not to go down that avenue and devoted myself to the youth missions and academics. I went on several mission trips to Grenada and Trinidad–made me appreciate what I have with my parents and my life. I learned not to take anything for granted including my deafness. My parents taught me never to pity myself just because I couldn’t hear. As for the movie, I couldn’t watch the clip due to no closed-captioning on it. But I have seen Hotel Rwanda–I believe if I was in that position-God would have wanted me to stay with the refugees and do what I could to save them. God put me on earth for a reason and all I can do is to pray about my purpose.
BUT I know my parents had the toughest decision of all–they had two deaf children and they had a decision whether to send us away to the deaf institution or enroll us in a hearing school near home. It was a heartbreaking decision but they enrolled us in a mainstreamed program near home and it was the best decision they made according to them. We graduated with honors and we both got our BA and MA degrees. So anything is possible with God’s help if you ask for it.

Perhaps the toughest decision I’ve had to make is the one I’m in now. Where am I gonna live? My dad and stepmom want McMinnville. My mom, concerned with my lack of upkeeping, thought of a two-story apartmemt with her mom in Sheridan. My boyfriend thinks they’re all nuts and points out all the great real estate in Salem. It just goes to show that the toughest decision you will ever make in your life is the next one.

I was 23 year old and pregnant– do I marry the father or the man I know that will care for the baby and myself. Which one do I expect to make us the happiest and care for us– that was the decision I had to make. I chose the latter. Did I make the right decsion? I think so. She grew up with self respect and I grew up to know I did the right thing andI never looked back.

The hardest decision of my life was to finally tell myself that my eldest son was an alcoholic/drug addict.After having him in a couple of treatment centers(which did no good)I have had to give him to God and hope that he will get his act together before it’s too late. Letting go of him was not in my nature, he was my adult child, my first born. It was like giving up on a part of myself.

the hardest decision i ever made was telling the doctors that it was time to let my son go. after battling one pnuemonia after another and repeated times in between where he was actually better the last infection was one we all knew he couldnt fight. he struggled for four months in intensive care, getting better only to get sick again. we were told that this last infection was one they would have a hard time getting rid of and after four days of major antibiotics and no improvement the doctors said they could keep trying but their outlook was very grim. my son had been thru being put on a vent, an eventual trach, lung biopsy, multiple bronchoscopies, iv’s, bone marrow tests, having a feeding tube inserted, major sores from the drugs. he had had enough and making the decision to let him go was the hardest i have made or will ever make in my life. i was able to hold my son as he died.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was to trust in God with all of my being. From the beginning of 2004 through March of 2006, me and my husband, our daughters, and my father lived our most taxing trials and tribulations in many years(e.g.: serious illnesses,financial troubles brought on by a home remodeling nightmare, two surgeries, etc…). In April 2006, my father suffered Sudden Cardiac Arrest in front of me and my two teen daughters–his beloved granddaughters. As I yelled to my oldest to call 911, my father fell back into my arms and “died” from Sudden Cardiac Death (paramedics were able to shock his heart back and transport him to the hospital). To the amazement of a plethora of attending physicians who said dad would not make it, he pulled his own life support out three days later. After a month’s worth of different hospitals, tests, and the placement of a defibrillator/pace maker, I brought my father back home. The doctors said dad had at least five years left to live. See, I found all of this exceptionally hard to deal with since I had already lost my mother, my only sibling/sister, and my grandparents within two years of each other and by the time I was 16 (I turned 36 on September 1). Each of them died of different illnesses and I’d never given much thought to ever losing my father, I assumed he’d be around forever. I had to sacrifice and trust(aka: faith) that the Lord was the only answer and that God alone would bring all of us through an incredibly indescribable time. Dad’s heart stopped beating for the last time as he slept on March 9, 2007. I’ve been resting my head on Christ’s chest ever since. No man or thing could have helped me through. Although virtually impossible to see at first, I’ve come to realize the blessings bestowed upon me by our God. My hardest decision has proven to be my saving grace. God is love and love endures all things; don’t ever be afraid to surrender all of yourself to the Lord.

To deal with life on lifes terms.

the hardest decision that i have ever had to make was to let the doctors take my dad off of life support.he had cancer of the spine,lungs,kidneys,in his bones,and in his shoulder.as bad as i wanted to keep my dad,i also didny want him to keep on suffering.and the cancer was spreading through his heart,so there was use,so i told them to go ahead.it so hard!he passed away 2 hrs.later,he never knew a thing because he was sedated.at least he died with all of his kids and wife laying their hands on him until he passed.we all prayed for him right up until his last breath.i really miss him.its only been a short time since his death.july 11th,2007.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was to leave my abusive (now ex)husband. He tried to order me to leave our home, and I was supposed to leave my daughter behind–but he didn’t know that I would rather die than have anything happen to her. I ended up in domestic violence shelters for 4 months before we started over. About a year and a half after that, we ended up homeless a second time after our house burned, but we made it out alive. The good news is that I learned how strong I really am, but it was beyond a doubt the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make, to leave the man I had once loved, live in shelters and then start over where I knew no one.

All of my life i have faced one trial or another.Some self inflicted some not.From almost dieing from pnuemonia when i was a baby, a heart murmur,being diagnosed with epilepsy at four,in a major house fire, almost drowning twice, then later in life my oldest daughter was killed by a drunk driver in flint mi leaving my two very young grandchildren without a mother, then her ex not contacting us about it but going ahead and cremating her, this i found out only throuigh one of her friends down here. i felt like going up there and killing two people.praying and praying as has been a lifelong habit with me. i am still here to enjoy my family. that was so hard, and now the guy is free and out there again.but the lord has healed my epilepsy, and given us a beautiful baby boy, bryson, who is now 23 months old and doing great.i didn’t blame GOD, i am saved by his sacrifice, o how he must have felt.i recently hurt my left hand at work, i have had four operations and ongoing physical therapy, if i didnt have my boy here at homr i probally would have given up on itbut i want both hands to play ball with him to go fishing, camping etc with him and also with our grandchildren, as it is he will grow up without grandparents from arriveing late in my life, so i have to try to be it all for him. pray for us. thank you-Harvey l melton and family

WHEN MY DAUGHTER WAS FIVE MY PARENTS TOOK CUSTODY BECAUSE I WAS AN ALCOHOLIC. APRIL 4, 2007 I MOVED TO PANAMA CITY BEACH FLORIDA WITH A CAR PAYED OF ,MOVING MONEY, AND 10 1/2 YEARS SOBRIETY TO BE A MOTHER TO MY DAUGHTER WHO IS NOW 19 AND IN COLLEGE AT GULF COAST COMMUNITY COLLEGE. I ALSO HAVE A DAUGHTER BORN IN 97 WHO I WAS FORCED TO GIVE UP FOR ADOPTION. SHE WILL BE 10 TOMORROW . I HAVE BEEN THROUGH ALOT AND HAVE FOUGHT BACK TO WHERE I AM TODAY. THE LEAST I DESERVE IS THE FOUR WEEKS UNEMPOLOYMENT DURING THE TIME I WAS LOOKING FOR ANOTHER JOB. MY BILLS ARE SERIOUSLY IN TROUBLE .PLEASE HELP
“My Little Angel Of Love”
I gave life to a precious angel just a few short days ago
I love her more than life itself but I loved her enough to let her go
For two short days I held her close in a warm loving embrace
Those beautiful moments in which we bonded my mind will never erase
God gave me a Christian couple that can take care of her every need
But my eyes will always be streaked with tears; my heart will forever bleed
If I could have just one wish our paths will cross again
But I will hold her close in my heart and love her in silence until then
I know I did the right thing. I’m at peace with the Lord above
And I know He will always be watching over “My Little Angel Of Love”

The hardest decision I’ve ever had to make was to love my daughter unconditionally. Twelve years ago, I got arrested for grabbing her arm. The charges were dropped because there were no bruises but my parents decided to interfere; and while I was in jail, they served me papers saying I couldn’t get my 2 daughters after I got out. I was in jail for 11 days. They didn’t want to babysit my daughters but decided they would just take unfair advantage of the situation and take them away from me. They had lots of money and I did not. My father may not even be my biological father thanks to my mother telling me. I did not smoke, use drugs, or drink alcohol. Nothing. Plus, the sheriff lied in his report and said I doubled up my fist and swung at him. I got 2 years probation for that. I was punished for something I didn’t do. My daughter could have stood up for me and told the judge the truth but she would not. I lost my job because after I got out of jail and told them what had happened, they didn’t believe me. Child abuser is what they thought. I lost everthing I ever loved. I sunk into deep depression. I wanted to die. I became homeless. Nobody cared. Today, my daughter is so hateful and rude to me. She calls me a loser and says I am not even her mother. She tells me that she hates me. My parents buy her anything she wants. Her actions hurt me so deeply but I have decided to love her unconditionally and forgive her.

The hardest decision I have ever had to make was on August 31, 2007 is after recieving a phone call that my 21 year old son (Ryan Meerdink)was seriously hurt to run back into the house and make a phone call so that my 7 yr. old daughter would not be dropped off in the house alone, by herself.. It took 1 minute
I always feel did I make the right decision????
My son died that night. I did not get to say goodbye and I feel so sad.
his funeral site is oolman.com Hull, Iowa Ryan Meerdink
It was a potato gun accident….
I love my boy and find some days are hard replaying everything in my mind…
Donna Meerdink

The hardest decision I had to make was on Sept. 6th. My beagle girl, Missy was diagnosed with a tumor (cancer) in her abdomen and only had a 30% chance of survival with surgery. My vet was so nice and told me what he would do if it was his pet.
It wasn’t the money, I could have gotten the money if her prognosis was better, but, we decided euthanasia was best. I loved on her and petted her and sang a favorite song to her and the vet put her to sleep. I cried and cried and so did the vet. She was such a sweet girl, and, only 10 yrs old. I though for sure I’d have her for 13-14 yrs. She was privately cremated and is upstairs on my dresser. I say good night and good morning to her each day.
Thank you for listening. I know I’ll feel better with time, but, forever I’ll miss my Missy and hope to see her in Heaven.

When my mother was 86 years old, she contracted pneumonia. One might say (and some did), oh well, she lived a long life. Let me explain why that did little to comfort me. My biological father died during WWII. He didn’t die in combat, but his death was, none-the-less like a boulder from the top of a mountain dropping onto Mama. She mourned for a week or so, then she proceeded to plan for her only child, me. We ate pancakes and waffles for dinner most nights. She sang “Melancholy Baby” to me when I was sad. I was told, “I love you,” many times a day. She gave me the gift of a loving stepfather four years after my father died. Each Saturday, without fail, we went to the library to check out books. We read some of the books together, some separately, and then we would talk about them Hence, my love of reading. When I graduated from high school, Mama handed me a checkbook which showed a balance of $15,000, a lot of money in 1955. You see, she was determined that I would have a college education, and she had scrimped and saved in order to make that possible. My hardest decision came on the fourth day of Mama’s hospitalizaton for pneumonia. The doctor told me that she was no longer able to swallow. She would need a permanent abdominal feeding tube. After great deliberation and prayer, I opted not to put her through that. About 3:00 the next morning, I watched as my precious mother took one deep, last breath. I will never know if my decision was the correct one. I only know that she would not have wanted to spend the rest of her life being fed with a tube of any kind. My mother died in 1995, and I miss her to this day. It doesn’t matter that she had lived for 86 years. I would have kept her here forever if I could have found a way.

the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make was to willingly terminate my parental rights to my two youngest boys (Josh & Talquin)back in the 1990′s. back then I was a drug abuser and the boys were put into foster care, although I tried my best to get them back I guess my efforts weren’t good enough for the courts. It’s been 11 yrs. since I’ve seen Talquin but josh & I have re-united through phone conversations as well as me being able to see him occationaly. Josh adopted mother forbids him to have any contact with me therefore he feels he has to be dishonest and sneak around to talk to me he is 16 now and i have almost 6 yrs. sobriety. I will never let my boys go in my heart they are still mine forever!

The hardest decision I ever had to make was to ask my son to move out of my home. He was an adult and was throwing his life away. He couldn’t hold on to a job, was not going to class (he was in college)and spent all his time drinking and drugging. The final straw was when he did not come home after supposedly going to class. He came home the following day acting like nothing was wrong. I had to tell him if he wanted to throw his life away he would have to do it living somewhere else. He then proceeded to pack and left. As I watched his drive off, I felt like my heart had been ripped from chest and stomped on. For 48 hours I did not know where he was or if he was okay. However,it turned out to be the best thing I have ever done for him. He moved in with a friend and learned quickly what it was to be responsible. He has been living on his own for 3 years, with the exception of having to live with us for 2 months after Hurricane Katrina closed his place of work.

The hardest thing I ever had to do was leave my son. I had an abusive ex that had been beating me, and went to prison right before our sons 1st birthday and long story short my son got turned over to social services, well thank god my parents took him. I started on a very bad downward spiral after this and started using drugs and doing other things that I shouldn’t have. I moved away and left my son It has been very hard sometimes to know that I missed his first day of school I miss hiss tae kwon do tournaments but I hope I did the right thing. I am now clean and sober for about 6 months now and I am getting ready to open my own business. I have signed my rights away at this point because he’s been with my parents for 4 1/2 years and it wouldnt be fair for me to bring him to the state I am in now. I do call him daily and try to stay very involved, but sometimes he still has a hard time with all of this. Somedays I wonder if I did the right thing by giving up my rights.

The hardest decision I had to make took place 7 years ago. My oldest grandaughter who was 3 years old at that time had been brutally slashed with a knife by her own father in a fit of rage towards my daughter. Standing over my granddaughters bed as she lay motionless in the trauma center, knowing well that she would never be the same IF she lived. The doctors had already told us that her chances were almost nil. I had to remind my daughter that the Christ we serve said that He has come to give us LIFE more abundantly, NOT existance. After talking and praying with my daughter, she agreed also to let Danielle go home to be with Christ. Even after all this time, I relive that hospital scenario over and over in my mind and heart, but I still know that I know, the right decision was made.

I have been blessed in my life as I know there are angels watching over me and protecting me from above. I haven’t had to make the kind of decisions yet (thankfully) as the other readers here but I would like to share with you an extremely difficult decision that 100% affected me.
In 1974 my mother and father, who had been high school sweethearts and had been married for about 7 years at the time, and already had 2 little boys, decided to make their life complete and have a little girl (ME!!!!). My mom went into the doctor’s office to confirm her pregnancy. From what I understand, they did blood tests back then, there were no “pee on a stick” OTC items. When the blood test came back, he sat my mother down and congratulated her, yes, she was pregnant… but there were problems. Her white blood cell count was off the charts, and further testing was needed. The test results showed leukemia.
Her decision — which she made with my father, was whether to abort me and start treatment, or to carry me to term. (well since I am writing this everyone who is reading this knows what her decision was!) Her and my father were devout Christians, and even the church told them that it would not be held against them if they did decide to abort me.
I think that is one of the hardest decisions a person can make in their life. I was born 7 months later, a month early, after many many complications. The placenta that nourished me during this time was badly scarred and scabbed. The doctor’s told my dad that there was no way I should have survived.
Well thanks to this decision, here I am. My mother passed away when I was a baby, and I am grateful for her sacrifice. Though everyone would rather have a mother in their life than not, I KNOW she is there in spirit and I am so lucky to have her watching out for me from up above. And I was blessed a few years later with a stepmother.
One of the hardest things to accept about my mother’s decision to keep me and risk her life, is that I have a purpose here on earth. I am meant to be here, and sometimes it is a struggle to continue down that path I know I am supposed to be on. I hope that my being on this earth has been a boon to others around me, and I try to live my life blessing others.
That is my story.

The hardest dessision I had ever made is when I had a miscarrage and I was sick all the time so I had to make a desission of alife time,I had to have a hysterectomy back in 94,at the age of 25.

the hardest decision iv’e ever had to make was letting me ex have control of my two girls. because he never hardly lets me see them or talk with them. hes always changes the phone number where i have a hard time finding the number and he always moves to a diffrent house and he never gives me the address or phone number. i have to ask my sister ever time, he gives her the address and the phone number. its pretty bad that i have to go though my sister just to know where my kids are this month. we do have joint custady, but he acts like he has the last say in things. when it comes time for me to have ths girls in the summer and its my turn with them he tells me that i can’t have them. so i have to have the cops there just to get my kids from him. i’ll be glad when there 18teen years old so we don’t have to go though this any more i can see them when i want to. the kids want to be with me so bad they tell me to come and get them and help them get out of there.its upsets me alot when i have to tell them i can’t do that. i have ms[multiple sclerosis]. so when i get upset over thing like this my hands and arms starts shacking real bad. i found out i had ms aug.23rd of 2006. so i have to deal with this ms and my ex not letting me see or talk to the girls. the end. thats my story .

thought out my 66 years of life .life has giveing me lots of decision to make .one that sticks in my heart the most .was when my father inlaw passed away from cancer .decied where to go with my husband to indiana or stay here .at that time our two grandchildren were in our possision & there were no extra funds to go with my hubby .so i decied to stay here .at that time i didnt know my mother also was sick with cancer .knowing at that time she was sick .i would sold anything to go see her.onces my hubby found out my mom was sick he call me to imformme about her condition .[every time i call or write her she said she was ok] .trusting her word was all i had to go on as she lived in ky .my sister didnt know she was ill just my dad did .say to decieded to keep secert from us .two weeks after my fatherin law pass away .recieved call from my sister mom was in hospital deying .my hubby went to his boss & got time off .we had gottening tickets [plane ] to fly out next day that day recieved call she had pass away from lung cancer .i had a vision of my mom in ablue suit pink blouse [didnt know my sister pick this out ]she came to me [mom] saying ‘i come to see you while i had the chances] .’ to me this was her spirt comeing to me to put me at peaces & forgiveing me for not beening there for her.this was on sunday morning .i went before the church asking for prayers for her .as i stood in for her .deep felling of peaces entwine me church was so quite .as her spirt enfold the area .to this day i regert not going to indiana first time .as i could seen & hold my mom one last time alived .but i hold her at furenal home forvery last time .she was only 68 .i pray my other decision i wont regert

The hardest decision I have ever had to make was when i had to give up two of my children. I was in an abuised relationship, where everyday i was beaten., cut off from my family and friends, started doing drugs heavy and i knew i could not care for tem but they both have had the best lilfe could give by the wonderful parents they had. God sent those people to me to make sure they would have a good life. But there is not a day in my life I am ashamed for what i did. God gave me those presious angels and I gave up. I hope he forgives me.
Then my mother had cancer and after ten years of surgurys she was in a comma, She was my best friend , never judged me always there for me, and she had made a promise never to leave me, but she was suffering so bad that i went into the room at the hospital and told her to go home be with her sons, who she lost, that she would always be in my heart and i would not hold her to her promise. She died 10 minutes later.
I did not want to let her go but she was so bad off but would not leave me till i said it was ok. There is not a day I don’t think about her with tears in my eyes.

I am not in church as I once was and I know God will and does grant you what you desire. When I was 17 I was saved. I had accepted the Lord at 13. I was having a hard time with guys so I had put it in the Lords hands to find me a husband. I believe he did that with my husband. I had backslid since but I still believeand rededicated my life and try to get back to where I was. But now the decision I have to make is after 14 years of being together is letting my husband go because he wants a divorce because he doesn’t think we are compatible. I could try to get him to see reason and have him stay but things aren’t what he wants between us and he wants to see other people. He has lost his faith and I pray God to give me the strength to get through each day and to lead me and help me decide.

i was 22 and just got married and 9mo.later i had a miscarige. i was told i had endometriosis and that i would never have children.i thought i would die, because i always wanted to be a mother. then i went thru the worste and most painful testings and had 3 major operations. finally 3yrs later i concieved my son and he was in the uterus. we were so thrilled, it was a miracle. at the same time my 14yr old sister, tanya, was sick and in the hospital. we were told she had a rare blood disease called A-plastic animia. she needed a bone marrow transplant, so all of the family members had their blood tested to see if they were a match. i was the only one that matched. then i was told that if i gave my bone marrow to her i would loose my miracle, my child. i bawled for days. God in heaven, how could i make this kind of decision. my sister was in ohio and i was in NY and i wasnt allowed to travel because of my delicate condition. i called her sobbing saying i didnt know what to do and she was such an angel and she told me not to worry, that they would find someone else who matched and she wanted me to have my baby. then when i was 6 mo. pregnate, she passed away from a hemmorage in the brain. i felt so guilty and selfish. i became so distrought that i went into pre term labor. they had to sedate me and stitch me up so i wouldnt have him.i was in the hospital for a week and i couldnt even go to her funeral. it was awful. to this day i remind my son of the miracle that he is and that his aunt Tanya died so i could have him and i am eternally grateful to her and i pray God will forgive me.

I let my ex have the physical custody of our son. At the time I thought it was best and I had moved on with another guy. Then I decided I had to go after custody of my son and unfortunately I was living in another state then him. So to go after it I had to move back to that state. The guy I was with and I had had a daughter together but I knew I had to go to Indiana and leave him back in the other state I was also knowing that I was going to be taking him away from our daughter. That was the hardest decision ever.

At 23 years old i became a widow lost in a world of my on i choose a life that i choose to be a learning experience today for myself and i hope my story what i call my testimony will help someone else when they feel like their world just ended…….

The most difficult decision I have ever had to make came on my 52nd birthday, Dec. 27th, 2006. My 94 year old mother had fallen on Christmas Day and broken her hip and was in the hospital. She survived surgery to mend the break and place a steel rod in her leg the night before, on the 26th, but when we got to the hospital the morning of the 27th her breathing was so labored and her lungs were filling up with fluid so quickly that she was in very serious condition. The doctor came to me and told me that I must make a decision that if she couldn’t breathe on her own anymore and needed to be placed on a respirator, do I want to do that or place a DNR order on her chart. The very last thing I wanted to happen on any day, much less my birthday, was to watch my mother die and so selfishly I thought about putting her on the respirator if it became necessary. However the doctor told me that most of the time when that happens at her age, she will never come off the respirator. Up until that day my mother was an active, vibrant, feisty woman and I knew she would not want to live that way. I had to consider her wishes and QUALITY of life over my own selfish wishes and decided to let God take her when he thought it was time. It truly was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make and I prayed He would not take her that day. As it turned out, she did live through the day without the help of any breathing machine. Unfortunately I lost my mom just two weeks later on January 11, 2007, but I thanked God for letting me have her just a little longer, and for giving me the strength to make the right decision on the 27th.

I was in an abusive situation to.I understand what you did and why.However as I got stronger.I did get them back in my life.I never gave up.God forgives all things we do.Get in touch with Him and I promise, you’ll see your children again.Your children understand more than you think.I could not have been who I am without God though.Be blessed.All of you in sorrow.

The hardest decision that I’ve ever had to make was to help my beloved ebony Oriental cat,Peppurr Panther, across the Rainbow Bridge. It was the night of November 5th/early morning the 6th when I and my Mom took Peppurr in several pain from a urinary blockage to Doc Hinders our vet. He had helped Peppurr so many times and this was the first time he had blocked since the radical surgery performed on him 10 months prior to the midnight ride to Doc’s office.
Doc got him partially unblocked, but, could not get the catheter advanced completely to his bladder, so he after 12 hours, the decision had to be made, send his to Iowa State University’s Small Animal Hospital in Ames or end his life here on Earth. He had been through so much and I decided that to keep him here selfishly and not let him be happy and free on the other side to wait for me would be foolish, so the decision was made to help him cross, I could hear Doc’s voice crack when I thanked him for doing so much for Peppurr and that now he could have peace and be free of pain. I love you, buddy and I can’t wait to see you again, whole and healthy.

My most difficult decision in life occurred when I was 27 (I’m now 71).
I loved and had the opportunity the marry a fella I’d known since I was 16. He was a neighbor, married with 3 children, whose wife was having an affair with another neighbor who was also married with four children. Ray “caught” her and eventually got a divorce with shared custody of their then pre-teen children. He eventually asked me to marry him but my controlling/domineering mother got between us over something stupid (at the time)and made my life miserable (I was a “late bloomer” at age 27 and still lived at home) and I didn’t have the “intestinal fortitude” to stand up to her. He’d changed careers, gone to college full-time (while also working a full-time job) to become a teacher at age 37, which had given his wife time to “play around”. Had I married him, my life would’ve been much different with great financial stability, a lovely home and a husband who was fun to be with. The nice part of this story is that he and his second wife are still my friends after all these years. I eventually moved to San Francisco and met my husband whom I married in 1974. I love him but life has been very difficult, both physically and financially. He’s now 73, has dementia, is legally blind (and was when I married him), now very hard-of-hearing, can barely walk even with a cane or walker, and barely talks to me anymore because of the dementia. Of course, no one has any control over that; it could be me instead and I feel for him. Nevertheless, life is very stressful for me and I yearn for a happy life someday before it’s my time to leave this earth. The “Bottom Line” ? I think we do the best we can at the time we get to that “fork in the road” and only hope and pray we’re doing the right thing.

As corrected here, I accidentally misspelled my first name above.

my story began when i was a small child, now being 43. I lived thru the most horriable child hood i could imagine. even though I’m sure there are worse than mine. I want to share. from the time i can remember i watched my real father beat my mother bloody from head to toe. she would meet me at the bus stop so bloody i would be in shock. i seen so much horror. after a long stent of being by myself with God by my side. And dark nights in barroom parking lots, Just me and God. my mother married. to my step father the only true father i ever knew. he mollested me twice and peaked in the bathroom door. I forgave him and myself. i never told anyone untill i was old enough to understand. I never told my mother to this day. How i loved him and lived under his roof till i was 18yrs. old. never direspecting him. life was so much better for my mother,i loved her so much that was all i needed to know. i’ve been married three times lost the 1st two to crack cocain. lost the last because when my father died at home of pancreatic cancer. I had a nervese breakdown. lasted about 3 yrs. i’m still on meds for that. i have 3 wonderful boys. and had a beautiful step daughter. when i lost my 3rd husband i lost her too. thru all the ups and downs. and there was more than i could ever write in a comment. I was never alone. not once. MY LORD JESUS CHRIST & FATHER GOD was always present.things may look bad no way out but trust in GOD. he is every thing and always will be. where 2 people join together there is GOD. My mother is now dieing from kidney failure and not a candidate for a transplant because her existing problems and her age 72. I live in GODS faith, hope and promises. i guess i want the world to know there is always a way out thru our LORD and savior. he will forgive you and those who are against you. never lose faith. it happens when he knows you need it. not when you think you need it. i love life, my boys, my whole family and especially my mother. i made the right decision about alot of things. i can also say i made alot of wrong choices. but its still just ME & MY GOD. never give up!!!!!

My most difficult decision was never mine in the first place. My mom started having severe episodes of congestive heart failure ,she was 89, at the time . She also developed a life threatning blockage in her bowels which had to be operated on. She had a heart attack moments before the operation, my first decision was to let her have the surgery,if she succummbed to another heart attack that was better than peritonitis.The next decision was to put her in a nursing facility,. She adjusted after a year and many trips to the hospital,.Many times I was called in to give permission to let her go. She always said “dont let me die” so i always told them to do what they could.She was very afraid of dying. this went off and on for 3 more years. The doctors nicknamed her the energizer bunny because of all she survived. There was one night i was called into the hospital because it was supposed to be the end,she was thrashing back and forth and they said it would be over soon, so i asked that they give her some morphine. they said “dear she is allergic to morphine” and I said I really didnt care if she got a rash i just didnt want her to suffer. Well lo and behold the morphine saved her and she went on to live another year. that night though the nurses looked at me in shock that she had come around, and i just told them God isnt ready for her yet.Now realize this in between all these brushes with death, she lived a pretty happy life, playing bingo and seeing different shows every week plus craft classes and her grandchildren and great grandchildren visiting her every week. The nursing facilty had concerts also and on the holidays she would come to my house for dinner and to celebrate. If she wasnt able we would go there. Well by the time she was almost 93 god had made plans for her and I had the decision to let her go . As difficult as it was ,I knew it was time, her little frail body couldn’t fight anymore battles . So I agreed to a [do not hospitalize ]and she was made as comfortable as possible ,in her condition , at this time [heart failure and kidney failure] and within a cple of days she was gone.I was at peace with my decision because she had proven that when God has made a place for you then it is your time to be with him.So it was really never my decision at all

THE HARDEST DECISION I EVER HAD TO MAKE WAS TO LOOK AT THE REALITY GOING IN MY LIFE/ AT A TIME IN THE PAST,WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS IN DIRE STRAITS IN LOVE WITH THIS PERSON/ AND I ALSO THOUGHT HE WAS IN DIRE STRAITS LOVE WITH ME/ EVEN THOUGH HE NEVER SAID IT THAT WAY/ BUT I THOUGHT HE SHOWED IT OTHER WAYS NONSEXUAL / WHICH WAS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT TO ME AT THAT TIME/EVEN THOUGH LONGTIME FRIENDS WERE TELLING ME/ HE ‘S NOT FOR YOU/YOU’RE THE WRONG COLOR/ HAVE NOT ENOUGH MONEY/HE’S JUST BEING NICE TO YOU AND YOUR SON/CAUSE THE CHRISTIAN NON-PROFIT NEEDS SOMEBODY TO PUT THE LONG HOURS IN FREE/IT EVEN STARTED LOOKING LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO USE ME ALSO TO GET CLOSER TO OTHER WOMEN HE WANTED TO DATE AND THOUGHT IT WOULD LOOK MORE APPROIATE FOR ME TO ATTEND CHURCH OUTINGS WITH HIM AND THEM/I TOLD THEM ALL WHO WAS SAYING THIS THAT YOU DON’T KNOW HIM LIKE I DO/WELL IT TURNS OUT THAT THEY WERE RIGHT AND I WAS ALL WRONG/ HE EVEN STARTED SNEAKING MY SON TO THE SAME CHURCH HE ATTEND/AFFLIATES NOW/ AND JUST ONE DAY UP AND TOTALLY LEFT MY FRIENDSHIP BEHIND FOR SOFTER PEWS/ LIGHTER/WHITER WOMEN WITH FUNDS/I HAD TO MAKE THE DECISION FINALLY THERE WAS REALLY NO AGAPE LOVE THERE AND IT WAS ALL IN MY MIND AND THE CHURCH TRICKSTER WON A SEAT IN THEIR CHOIR AND HE KNOWS HE CAN’T SING, CAUSE I HAVE HEARD HIM/ WHEN WE WE SO CALLED CLOSE BROTHERS AND SISTER IN THE LORD.:-) GOD BLESS HIM THOUGH/ BUT FROM THAT TIME TILL THIS/ I’LL TELL YOU LIKE IT SAYS IN THE BIBLE/ WATCH AND PRAY—-ESPECIALLY WATCH,CAUSE CHURCH SNAKES OF THIS WORLD/ WILL USE YOU UP AND EAT YOU UP AND THEN WHEN THEY HAVE NO MORE USE FOR YOU / SPIT YOU OUT AND TELL YOU LATER / I NOT IN THAT BUSINESS ANYMORE/ WAS THE LAST WORDS I ‘V HEARD FROM HIM/WHAT DOES THAT MEAN/ WE DON’T WORRY ABOUT GODS CHILDREN NOMORE/ I ‘VE SAID I HAVE GIVEN THIS TO GOD/ AND SO LET ME DROP IT ALL BACK AT HIS FEET, AND CONTINUE ON UPWARD:-) GOD BLESS YOU

Hello as a person who has been through almost everthingI can relate to alot of things others cannot.My parents were not rich we grew up Air Force Brats moving all over the U.S.A. AND ABROAD. ALMOST 4 years ago my dad was diagnosed with asbestosis cancer, I LEFT my home the man I LOVED and went home to take care of daddy or pops as us eldest called him . I never felt closer in my life to my family than i did than,it was a very sad painful time for all of us. POPS was the bravest man I have ever known in my life , he went through almost 2 yrs of chemo , and NEVER gave up .I myself had open heart surgery to replace a valve ,and God let me live and gave me the knowledge to go ahead with the surgery to be there for pops & my family I BELIEVE,after months of being sick on july 28,2004 with all of his children and his sisters by his side P0PS went home to be with his beautifull daughter (MY SISTER DIED IN 2000 OF CANCER)
and GOD`S FAMILY.WE HAD NO NURSE , DR. ,EMT.OR ANY OTHER MEDICAL PERSONELL.Just me who had been a cna in a nursing home for over a decade ,I was the one who had to tell him it was ok to go on home along with my baby sister.POPS fell asleep ,woke up held moms hand said I WILL MISS YOU AND I LOVE YOU ALL. THAT WAS THE HARDEST THING I HAVE EVER HAD TO DO .

The hardest decision i ever made when i had to made a choice to give up all my dreams that i had dreamt as a child for a family, children and all that I had never experienced as a child. God called my husband to fulltime service and i knew i had to give in to him. what made it so difficult for me is it was a childhood dream of a “happy family”. My mother was the 2nd wife of 4 wives. my father was a womaniser and gambler. i had witnessed her suffering as a child and with my own eyes seeing my mother losing all functions of eating, walking, talking to a a point of total bedriddend. she had to be fed from a intravenous tube that runs to her stomach. i had also sufferend from micarriage within 6 months. My childhood dream is to have children, provide them the best family life because i had not been able to have one. to answer the call of God is like giving up the only hope because serving Him fulltime was not my dream. today, the hardest decision i ever made has blessed me so much. we are now serving as missionaries in Philippines, god gave us 2 beautiful sons 0 our family life is intimate, we love each other deeply. even in the philippines, i had suffered much due to the cultural differences, experienced bitterness and almost gave up. but because of the hardest decision in giving my life to the Lord, He leads me on. after 7 years, God enabled us to open a school and now He is using us to reach out to many families who are not believers. today i realized his dream for me is not only to give my own family the best family life but in giving up my own, i gained the privilege of working with many families for His glory. I gained much that I had lose. glory to Him

Hello all: Here is my story,I am a 53 disabled grandmother who rasied my grandbaby most of the time while my son in-law was out selling drugs,and My daughter called me and told me to come get the kid,s that John,{my son in-law} had raped 1 of the girls and molested the other.Come to find out that he [So they say}did not touched the girls. yet he called me to say he was sorry he hurt the girls and I told him I couldn,t have anything to do with him,and they stopped me from see the kids.
I know he had come on to me and I told my daughter so that she would get him to stop.I should have called the cop,but didn,t
But I did call child protection and they said it couldn,t be proven. I know that God has protection there on the kid,s.So I moved to Hawaii and it,s been really hard and lonely.Change is never easy….But always for the best.Lord Bless your Day Aloha!!!

the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make was to let go of my 2 youngest boys (Josh & Talquin) back in the 1990′s. Back then I was a drug abuser and my boys were put into foster care then later adopted. I have not seen Talquin since 1996, but have recently re-connected with Josh via telephone and on occation have been able to see him as well.I am still looking for Talquin who is now 15 yrs.old, I never have and never will let Talquin out of my heart and although Josh and Talquin were adopted to me they are still my boys forever!

the hardest decision i had to go though is watch my son cooper going though all the surgery he was birth with a heart contion and is first heart surgery was when cooper was 5 days old to keep him a live and he had two more heart surgeries and and trach put in at the age of 4 months his now a health 3 year old. im go to have other baby and it can have a heart contion too that going to be hard for me if he or she has a heart contion like my son watching a child go through the surgerys i dont know let if he or she has a heart contion but i am praying every day that i have a health baby

The hardest decision I’ve ever had to make is definitely the most difficult decision a mother ever has to make. In April of 2005 I gave birth to my first child. An absolutely gorgeous baby girl who was born 7 weeks prematurely and weighed only 3 lb, 6 oz. She came out breathing wonderfully and was even doing so well that she got to come say hello to her mama before they carted her off to the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). As the days went on she continued to breath well, was increasing the amount of formula and breast milk she was taking in (the rest she had through I.V.) and the doctors were hopeful that she may even do well enough to go home a little earlier than had been expected. However, 7 days after she was born my grandmother received a phone call that changed my life forever (my daughter’s father and I were being evicted from our home by his mother, had no phone or electricity and had to depend on my grandmother for information from the hospital if they needed to get ahold of us). My grandmother arrived at my house at about 7am on the 19th of April, my daughter’s 1 week birthday, and told me that the baby was in trouble and we had to get to the hospital right away. We stopped at her house to call the hospital and they asked me permission to take her by helocopter to the Children’s Hospital for emergency surgery. They sounded concerned but not panicked so although I agreed for them to take her to Children’s I wasn’t totally devastated because I figured she would be alright after the surgery. When I arrived at Children’s they told me that they needed to settle her in and then they would start the surgery, after over a half an hour I started getting the feeling something was terribly wrong. Not long after this the doctor came in to talk with us. He told us that despite all the life saving measures that they were taking that Emily (my little girl) was not stabilizing enough to go to surgery. He asked us if we wanted to come and see her and both me and her father rushed into the room that our baby girl was in. She was hooked up to all sorts of tubes and a respirator, was so drugged up with pain medicine that she was unconscience and her little belly was bloated so bad that she looked like she was pregnant. We were told that she had NEC (Necrotizing Enterocolitis) and that her intestines had torn open as a result. The infection this caused was breaking down all her blood cells so badly they couldn’t even figure out what her blood type was. They said that they could continue to give her blood transfusions, keep her on life support and try to stabilize her enough to go to surgery, but that the chances of her making it to surgery… let alone through it was less than 10%. We had to make the decision to let our 1 week old baby girl, my first and only child, go back to heaven after so short a stay with us. Her father had 2 other daughters at the time but I know it was as hard on him as it was on me. We told the doctors to stop all life saving procedures and her father held her in his arms as she quietly passed on into the arms of angels. Her father and I now have a 2 1/2 month old little boy, but I still think of and miss my little angel girl everyday. I often think of what she would be like now, what she’d look like and how she would interact with her little brother and older sisters. This is by far the hardest decision I have ever, and most likely will ever have to make.

The hardest decision I ever made was to not go along with the neglect my grandson was receiving from my son’s ex-girlfriend and mother of my grandson. I wanted to support her emotionally and by helping out anyway I could. But as I watched her care for him deteriorate while hearing reports of her using meth along with concerns from neighbors and what I would see. I had to decide whether I would help more by ignoring it and just being happy with seeing him whenever I could or make a stand and not go along with it by trying to get Child Protection involved knowing I could be alienating myself from my grandson. What happened was I was alienated for a short while but then as things got worse I ended up with temporary custody of him and eventually my son got complete custody and he is a happy little boy today. I think it’s really a hard decision for family members to decide when to speak up and report abuse or neglect because you jeopardize your ability to have a relationship with someone you love but in the long run the child doesn’t have to go on suffering and if you don’t speak up for them, who will?

The hardest decision that I have ever had to make was to have my oldest daughter picked up on a warrant that was out on her in order to save her life and her 5 year old son’s life. She was so heavy into crystal meth drugs and was dragging her child everywhere and anywhere to get this drug, that I knew if something wasn’t done, one or both of them would die. I have custody of her little boy for now, she is in prison, but in rehab. I pray with all of my heart that with God’s help, she will never touch the drugs again. She says she won’t and I so want to beieve her. She says she has been going to church there and taht God has changed her life. I pray it is true, and it really hurt to do what I did, but I knew that something had to be done or she would die.

the hardest decision was to call 911 on my abusive husband, He had beaten me with the belt off of my purse that morning and that evening had gotten me pinned in our bedroom with a broom stick . His children were in the kitchen and i remember them screaming . After he left , I went outside and got into my car and went to my Dad’s house and called 911.It will be 10yrs. on Feb. 23rd 2008. It was also the best decision I ever made as well………………

Hardest and yet so sure decision for me as a single mother was one that I still question as to the reality of it.
Waking from deepest sleep, straight up I sat, to hear God’s voice speak ever so loud and clear “It is time.” “No” said I in fear.
Part of me wanted to go I was ready. However, my two young girls needed me yet. God allowed me to stay here on earth to get my girls raised. To teach them the realities of life, of love, difficulties, and survival. Each day I give thanks for mere moments more to give my girls guidance.
Yet, I wait, fearing not, God’s voice once more speak “It is time.”

i think the video clip was very entertaining because it talk about christ dying for are sake. i would recommended this dvd.

The hardest decision that I’ve had to make…and continually grapple with…is letting go of my fear of people.
I am continually and subtly reminded of various forms of people’s frustration and anger (impatience, intolerance, condescension, the list goes on…in most public places…there is hardly mature and civilized behavior in what one would expect in professional situations. And in personal situations, forget it), violence in all forms of media, a societal result of an entire population out of touch with their own unique inner wisdom, and their desperate acts that follow.
I am unsure if our social fabric is unraveling at the most rapid rate in history, but I would be willing to bet it is and that we are in the midst of a human revolution.
Collective individual responsibility is where it’s at…now if we can only get there…but I have heard through the grapevine that one must dig through all the weeds before reaching its fruits and what they have to offer….

The hardest decision I have had to make is to leave my cheating and abusive ex-boyfriend knowing that I wouldn’t have his financial support and that it would be hard to support our daughter all by myself. It will be 3 years this November 2007 that I have been a single mother. Since then I earned my Bachelor’s and I’m almost done with my Master’s. He would always tell me that I would be nothing without him and he was wrong. Leaving him was the best and hardest decision for my daughter and for myself.

I am the only child of two spectacular parents. We had a wonderful life long relationship and it was obvious I was to be the one charged with the end of life decisions. Although we all agreed the decisions were logical, caring and the best for all of us, following through on that was the hardest thing I could ever have done, yet it was the best gift they could ever have given me.
In 2001 my dad’s body turned on him and I had to agree to his decision to come home to die. He was in complete control of his mind and emotions and it was hard to not fight to keep him here longer.
During my dad’s illness, my mom began having strange behavior patterns emerge that were just not her. After a year, we found that mom was at some stage of Alzheimer’s. The next year and a half held more challenges as my mom shared the same body as a stranger. She chose to stop eating and drinking on August 3, 2004 and again I had to put aside my wants to follow her last wishes (made years ago when she was fully my mom). I had the Dr. approval and Hospice support to keep mom comfortable at home and on September 17. 2004 at 12:25 she joined her beloved husband.
During both their death processes, I was given the opportunity to be in the presence of unconditional love, human dignity at it’s finest and I was witness to ‘peeks into heaven’ from my parents perspective when one foot was in heaven and one foot was here. It strengthened my spiritual beliefs and brought me even closer to my parents and God.

The hardest decision i have to make right now is to leave my cheating, lying,and verbal abusive husband. I don’t have financial support, and it’s hard for me to leave. Please help me.

I think to this day the hardest decision I had to make was to let my father pass on. He was in the hospital diagnosed with stomach cancer after loosing a great amount of weight. He was over weight and within a couple of weeks he went to skin and bones. He told my mother and I that he did’nt want to be hooked up to life support so when the doctor called my mother and she called me we both called everyone we thought would want to see him before he passed on. His father was there at the hospital and he was crying to God, “Take me.. I have already lived my life.. it broke my heart to see that but It was the hardest thing I had to do but it was my fathers wishes. I know now that he is not suffering any more he is with his mother and father and the rest of the family that has passed on and they are watching over the rest of us that are still here on earth and they are waiting for the rest of us to meet up with them when it is our turn. SpecialLady7@AOL.COM

Before you start reading, pls take into consideration that I am french, I know how to speek english but encounter difficulty in writing it. Thank you
Asking myself this question got me to realise that the hardest decision I had to make was to keep on living, not just for the sake of the others are to pretend, but realy living. My son died in a car accident at the age of 19, less than 2 years ago. Nothing that I endured in all my life could’nd come close to the pain and the emptyness in my life and God know’s how much I’ve been thrue. I’ve lost 2 brother’s, a sister, a best friend, my mother who I’ve seen suffer nearly 4 year’s before she past on. The day my son died… I realy wanted to died, I just could’nt figure out how it would be possible to go on. But, I could’nt take my life cause I was scare that doing so, would keep me from being with my son in some way. So, I choose to live and feel each moment as painfull as it was of surviving the death of my son. I did’nt wont any pills our whatever substitute to freeze the pain, I felt that the best way to help my son pursue his new destiny was for me to be a part of it, cause I compared the departure like the arrival… when I gave birth to my son he had a path and he needed me and for him to past on, is just another path and he still need’s me, so I dedided to live for him.

WHEN MY MOTHER WAS SICK WITH CANCER I HAD TO SEE ABOUT HER IT WAS HARD BUT GOD GIVE ME THE STRENGHT TO BE THERE FOR MY MOTHER IT WAS HARD TO SEEING MY MOTHER UNABLE TO DO FOR HERSELF SHE WAS A STRONG LADY SHE WOULD AWAY SMILE IN HER TIME OF PAIN BECAUSE SHE DID NOT WANT TO BE A BURDEN ON US I WOULD ASK HER WAS SHE HURTING SHE WOULD ALWAY SAY NO AND WHEN THE DOCTOR WOULD COME IN HER ROOM TO CLEAN HER BLOOD SHE WOULD JUST LOOK AT THEM THEN ONE DAY WHEN SHE COME IN THE ROOM TO CLEAN HER BLOOD SHE ASK HER WHAT WAS THAT FOR THE DOCTOR TOLD HER SHE HAD CANCER I LEFT OUT THE ROOM CAUSE MY MOTHER WAS CRYING AND I DID NOT WANT TO SEE HER CRY AFTER ALL SHE WAS GOING THROUGH I WENT OUT ANDGOT IN THE CAR AND CRY AND PRAYED FOR MY MOTHER I DID NOT WANT TO LOSE MY MOM BUT I KNEW WHATEVER GOD WILL WAS IT WAS GOING TO BE WHEN I WENT BACK IN HER ROOM SHE HAD BEEN CRYING HER EYES WERE VERY VERY RED AND I TOLD HER EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT AND I HAD TO SEE ABOUT MY UNDERAGE SISTER AND BROTHER I HAD TO BE STRONG FOR THEM GOD BLESS ME TO BE STRONG FOR THEM SHE DIE IN 1992 THAT WAS THE HARDEST THING IN MY LIFE LOSE MY MOTHER.

In 1978 . I made the decision to leave my 10 mnth. old little boy in the US. I had married a soldier the year before & we got sent to Germany.I had seizures and my mother had a fit for me to leave him. So I did for his best. My mother raised him. He has always resented me for it. That is the hardest decision I ever had to make.I carried guilt over that decision for years.

I am currently in one of the biggest decision of my career and lifestyle change. I have a job offer in Hawaii. My daughter and son-in-law is having their first baby in November and I have a son and his family, that’s all the family I have because I am adopted and that family is deceased with the exception of a few. I feel a calling to start a ministry there, yet I am still unsure of myself. I know I need to step out on faith, however I’m a widow and going to a foreign place without knowing anyone or anything about the area is pretty indecisive. All I can do is trust in the Lord to order my steps in Him, to show me the right path in order to make the right decision. Not my will Lord but thine will be done!

I am a soldier in the army of the LORD. I am so glad I don’t look like what I have been through. In March of 1996 my husband of 23years divorced me because I did not make him happy. He then went on to tell me that he had been have three affairs and he did not feel guilty. We have three children now grown two daughters and one son. He told my son that he could do anything he wanted to do because he did not care. My son was 13 years old at the time.I was in a car wreck June 1 1998 and crushed my right knee and broke my right tibia puting on the brakes of my car because a 16 year old in his grandmothers Ford Taurus did not want to yield at the yield sign. I prayed and ask the LORD to bless this child because my car was not stopping. The doctors told me if I had taken my foot off the break my leg would not be broken. I was in a hip cast for four months. My work called me back did not care how I got there because they did not want to pay disability, pension or insurance. The terminated the whole office, then asked me how I was going to live. I know GOD to be a provider, healer, husband, father, mother and friend. The doctor told me the right tibia did not heal/fuse because I was overweight. The doctor told me I would never walk again. I’m so glad GOD has the final say. Doctors should stick to their limited knowledge and tell us their ability to help us has terminated and put the rest in GOD’s hands who has all power and all wisdom and knowledge and healing. I lost my husband, job, house, health, respect, self-worth, self-esteem, but I gained a brand new life, I’m walking in GOD’s authority, living life without apology. I am walking am no long 399lbs and I am living GOD loud. HE takes us through to bring us out and we are better for the fiery furnaces and the hurricanes and himoncanes, pits, floods and wilderness journeys. I’m so glad I don’t look like what I’ve been through. If it had not been for the LORD on my side. Where would I be? Where would I be?

The hardest decision I had to make was when I was asked by my boyfriend to elope with him when his other girlfriend got pregnant and his girlfriend’s family were asking him to marry her. I had to make a decision whether to elope with him as he was my first love and boyfriend or to lose him simply because he had a responsibility toward his other girlfriend With the help of God, I decided to decline his proposal and I have no regrets for what I did.

After 22 years, I was faced with the decision to stay married or walk away from not only my marriage, but the business I wanted and was very passionate about. About 4 years into our marriage, I found out he had sexually molested my older son while we were dating. My son was 10 at the time. We went to counseling and tried working through the devestation. 3 years after that he left me and our 4 children to have an afair. What he ment for evil, God made good. I found a true and deep realationship with our God. I learned to love myself, and God saw me through the lonely nights. We did get back together, because I wanted to show my children that divorce is not the only answer. Couples should work through their problems, and keep families together. We started a business together with 3 other parteners about 5 years ago. I am a fitness specialist, and very passionate about helping people with their health. We opened a Fitness Center, and I was the General Manager. I named it NorthWinds Fitness, found a logo, hired employees, and ran the club. 3 years into that my husband was not happy with himself, or some decisions he had made, and turned his anger to me. He almost killed me that day. I ended up with a broken arm and my back was hurt from the fall out the window. I seperated from him after that, but still did not feel divorce was the answer. This past August 2007, he acquired the other parteners share of our business, and made me an offer to work at our marriage or walk away from the Fitness Center that I loved so much. I totally put all into Gods hands and felt God leading me away. I know God has a plan for my life. I am 50 years old, with no job, but I do have the love and respect of my children. I am alive, and God has brought me this far and He will see me thru, even when I can’t see. God is good all the time!

The hardest decision I have made was to move away from my children. I previously lived in Ks. and moved to upstate NY. to recieve better health care providers, as I am diagnosed with bi-polar.
Each day, I pray that my son and daughter, (19 and 15 years old) are being treated with kindness and God’s Blessings. I miss them terribly, and sometimes would like to go back. I still retain joint custody of my daughter, but know she would really have difficulty leaving her friends and school activities.
The care of a Dr. and therapist here is and continues to be, my deciding choice. As I have been stable for 10 months, I feel that I am better equipt than my care was in KS. I am thankful that I have the care now that I very much needed.
I do spend alot of time on the telephone and computer keeping in touch whith my children.

The hardest decision for me was comming back to Mississippi,Because i was getting used to Daisetta TX.But i knew i had to get back to my own family,And plus i was to far away from them.No matters how much i loved the place i still missed my family.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was to forgive myself for all the mistakes and stupid decisions I made in my life. I knew God forgave me but for years I just couldn’t forgive myself…I was unworthy. I had to make a concious decision to do so. Now, every day I remind myself to accept God’s grace, love and forgiveness fully and to try to live my life fulfilling His purpose.

The hardest decision I have made was to let go of my fiancee because of another girl. He wanted me back but still our relationship didn’t work. He is now not happily married with the woman.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was to leave my husband and children and go to the hospital. I had caught the flu, and was extremely infected. My now ex husband would not get me to a doctor! I had also had two nervous breakdowns prior to this, due to his lack of empathy. I have joint custody, and now my childen are young men, whom I have close contact with now. My health is greatly improved as I have sought counseling through the years, and God’s love is all powerful as well!

the hardest decision i had to make was to let go of my famuly because they are so in the world and i just cant walk with god and the devil, can only serve one master

One of the hardest decisions that I have had to make of late is to NOT loan my daughter any more money. (She is going through a nasty divorce and refuses to find a different job, one where she is not working for her ex-mother in law) and is not making any money lately due to a disagreement. She has already borrowed more than I can afford and so I finally just told her outright “No, I just can not do this any more, I have to think about your Father and I for a change”. —- I think right now she hates me, because she has no choice now but to go ask for help from her local Adult & Family Services!! She is SO embarrassed!! She had taken care of her family for 1 years all by herself and this past year she has just been through more than her share of “bad”. (Still crying over this one.) But definitely still praying!!!!!

I guess the hardest decision I ever made was when I was told I needed to abort the baby I was carrying at 35 years of age because of serious health issues and possibility of my death. I refused to allow this gift of God be murdered and though it was an extremely difficult time for us as a family, my husband was unemployed and there were 3 other older children, God and our dear church friends saw us through it. We were blessed with a big, healthy baby girl on Easter weekend of 1987 and she is still a blessing to us and has blessed us with a sweet little granddaughter named, Trinity, who is a ray of sunshine in the lives of everyone she meets. She too is little miracle that God used to reinforce our pro life position. She was born to my daughter after she was abused by a child molestor at the age of 15. To say this decision to give birth and keep a baby at her age and under those circumstances was one of the bravest, courageous decisions she ever made and we supported her, even when it cost us everything we had. God has blessed us many times over for honoring his command to protect the innocent. Had I aborted my daughter or she hers, we would have robbed the world of two beautiful lives that affect the world for the better.

The hardest decision I had to make was walking away from a relationship I was in for 15 years with a Very good friend because I did not want him to be labeled a drug addict like myself. We both had good jobs and were both successful but I had become addicted to crack and the only way I knew to get help was to leave the town in which I was in and go to another state to get myself cleaned up, I got on a Greyhound bus with my young son and my 2 grandboys and no money or suitcases and went to Virginia Beach to stay with my daughter. I thank GOD for that decision I made because I am now drug free and still have that person as a friend. And I am still raising my handsome grandsons and we are all walking in Gods Country “Praise his Holy name” and waiting for his return.
Thank you,
Karen

The hardest decision I had to make was filing for divorce from my husband of 20 years who abandon me, flat. We sold our home I was in a 3 month lease,in hopes of finding another home, he walked out on my birthday, I came home from my part time job, and found the note. He came back, 1 week later, took his clothes and things and told me where I could shove everything else.
I had to find a place to live within 1 month, get a full time job enough money to pay the rent and rest of the bills, well, God is AWESOME, He did it, I got every thing with in 1 month and I am still going strong because of the Lord. And I am divorced and got alimony to boot.

The hardest decision I ever made was to make my 17 year old son leave the house. His father, my husband, passed away when he was 14 and for a year or so things were going well. I thought so at any rate. Then things started disappearing – money, his father’s tools, all sorts of things. I put a deadbolt on my room and changed the lock on the shed. I was still happening. My son, it turns out was doing drugs. Hard stuff – amphetamines. I was stunned. I tried to help. I talked to him, reasoned with him. He just turned away. Stayed out till all hours, was disrespectful and hateful. He railed at me and at God for his father dying. The harder I tried the worse it got. I was watching my son die before my eyes. One day I had had all I could stand and told him to leave. Just take what he could carry and go. That I wasn’t going to watch him kill himself and he wouldn’t stop so I felt I had no choice.
He floundered for about a year then he entered the service. That didn’t work well for him but he isn’t doing drugs anymore and has a job and a future! Praise God!
All my prayers are answered. He is back home and doing well. He’ll be 21 this year. He told me that he’d be dead if I hadn’t made him leave.

The hardest decision I ever had to make was,What to do with the brain tumor deep inside my head.I did this after giving my life to Christ, and felt very confident with an answer of both surgery and radiation lost a lot for it but, am so happy with God for allowing me to live,that He gave me the power to conquer all I encounter. I guess He wants me around for something do children’s magic and balloons at parties, like Elmo,Taz, and Tweet Bird and tell all the adults my story. I feel like I made the right decision because after head trauma people often develop a syndrome called Acquired Prater Willie.Which is an uncontrollable and unstoppable desire to eat. I gained over 300lbs. A few years ago I weighed in at 577lbs. Now I’m 6’3″ and only 250lbs. I had this surgery in 1983 and am feeling really good now. Thank You Norris for all your help. And thank you God for all of your heavenly help.

Telling my Mom it was okay to die. I was being selfish and I didn’t want her to. She was hurting, tired and dying with cancer and ready to go home to be with the Lord and my Dad who passed on when I was 19, but I didn’t want to let her go. The day she died, I held her hand while she was in a coma and cried and said “Mom…I know you’re ready and I promise we’ll be okay…it’s okay to go home now…just know how much I’ll miss you. It was the hardest decision I’ve every made in my life.
I still miss her terribly today, but know that she was ready…she just held on because she didn’t know if we were ready.

THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN LIFE THAT ARE HARD TO DECIDE UPON. WHEN I WAS 17 I WAS LIVING WITH MY FATHER. HE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL FOR SOME TEST ON JUNE 1, 1977. HE NEVER CAME OUT OF THE HOSPITAL AND ON JUNE 28TH OF THAT YEAR HE DIED WHILE I WAS WITH HIM IN THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT. YOU COULD SAY THAT WAS A HARD TIME FOR ME, BUT ATLEAST I WAS THERE WITH HIM. PRAYING FOR HIS SALVATION. MY FATHER WASN’T SURE HE BELIEVED IN A “GOD”. I BELIEVE THAT MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED AND I WILL SEE MY FATHER IN HEAVEN ONE DAY…I MADE IT THROUGH AND ENCOURAGE ANYONE WHO GOES THROUGH THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE TO TURN TO “CHRIST”….
JANICE

TELLING MY FATHER, AND SEXUAL/PHYSICAL/MENTAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSER THAT I LOVED AND FORGAVE HIM FOR THE ACTS HE COMMITTED THAT LEAD ME DOWN A PATH OF DRUG & ALCOHOL ABUSE, SELF MUTILATION, MULTIPLE SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, MULTIPLE SELF-DESTRUCTIVE RELATIONSHIPS, 8 HUSBANDS LOOKING FOR LOVE, AND COUNTLESS TIMES IN AND OUT OF JAIL AND MENTAL HEALTH INSTITUTIONS FOR MORE THAN 28 YEARS; THAT I BELIEVED IN CHRIST, EVEN IF HE DIDN’T, AND THAT THE LOVE OF CHRIST HAD BORN IN ME A DESIRE TO FORM A MINISTRY OF RECONCILIATION WITH HIM FOR THE GLORY OF THE LORD.
I’VE BEEN 10 YEARS AND 10 MONTHS FREE FROM THE VICTIM I USED TO BE — I’VE ALSO BEEN VICTORIOUS IN THAT TIME BY BRINGING OTHERS OUT OF BONDAGE RIGHT ALONG WITH ME; TO GOD BE THE GLORY~
SINCERELY YOURS,
MINISTER DEBORAH BACON
(904)724-8199

THE MOST DIFFICULT DECISION I HAVE EVER MADE WAS SIGN MY MOTHER’S LIVING WILL WHERE IT DID NOT PROVIDE FOR PULMONARY RESUCITATION (RESPIRATOR). I FEEL AS IF I ABANDONED HER AFTER A TIME WHERE SHE HAD BRAVED IT ALL DOUBLE AMPUTATION OF HER LEGS, KIDNEY DIALYSIS SHE WAS A FIGHTER. I WAS JUST SO AFRAID OF CARDIAC RESUCITATION, THE MEASURES SEEMED SO CRUEL I WAS TOLD HER BREAST BONE WOULD NEED TO BE BROKEN…I THINK OF MY DECISION EVERYDAY…WHAT IF…

I THINK JESUS OUR LORD GOD IS A PERSON OF MANY COLORS WITH A BEARD, COLLAR LENGTH, DARK HAIR ABOUT 6′ TALL LIGHT BLUE EYES LIKE THE SKY.
AND A HEART OF GOLD FILLED WITH COMPASSION, LOVE, JOY

I believe the our lord is not just ‘white or Black’. I see in my heart and mind that he is a man with many different skins tones/colors and variations. I believe his face has a wheathered appearance. How could it not. Long dark hair that has a sheen of gold in it. He carries all our troubles when we give them to him to help handle. I believe he has eyes so blue, they can stare right through you. Enough to make one drop to their knees just by gazing in them.
God is awesome amd miraculous is so many ways. When it is my time and I am blessed enough to make my journey to heaven, I will see what we are all trying to figure out. I am currently praying for health. My health is bad and I still feel my children need me, so lets pray I will have your answer later than sooner.
If possible I will write you all the answer in a cloud!
God Bless you all.
Sheri Edwards

God is awesome. We see him as we need to see him.

I THINK THE LORD IS TALL DARK AND HANDSON, AND SWEET AS A GEORGA PEACH. HE IS A MAN WITH A CONTRITE SPIRIT.HE IS THE MAN WITH MANY WORLDS. THANKS

The hardest decision I have ever had to make was when I was 30 years old. My first husband of which I had been married to for 13 years at that time, had a motorcycle accident with severe head injury and internal injury. He had been in a coma for 21 days, 20 of which he had been on a respirator in ICU. The neurologist had been attempting to get me to sign a DNR but I was young, naive, and did not feel it was my right to make that decision for another person especially my husband. I had been struggling with this decision for over 20 days. On the 21st day at 2am, the nurses woke me out telling me that they were having to take my husband back to ICU. I asked about his doctor. I talked to him on the phone and the rest of the MRI was that my husband would be a vegetable. That is when I made the decision with the assist of my sister-in-law to make my husband a DNR. He pasted away around 4am that morning. I honestly felt guilty about that decision for a long time but knew in my heart that it was what my husband would have wanted.