BURIED HOPES 😢

             A Very interesting Story!!!


 A pretty and wealthy woman was serving life sentence in prison.
Angry and resentful about her plight she had

decided that she would rather die than to live

another year in prison.

Over the years she had become good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job, among others, was to bury those prisoners who died in a graveyard

just outside the prison walls.

When a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell,

which was heard by everyone. 

The caretaker then

got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he

put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.

Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker;
The next time

the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and

sneak into the dark room where the coffins were

kept. She would slip into the coffin with the dead

body while the caretaker was filling out the death

certificate..

When the care-taker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. 

He would then bury the coffin. The woman having pre-arranged with the caretaker for special vents in the coffin knew there

would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, open it, and set her free. 

She wld also carry along a small flashlight to cope with the darkness beneath until the hour of expected freedom.
The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good

friends over the years, and knowing dat he stands to gain a lot from this pretty and wealthy woman, he more than agreed to do it.
The woman waited several weeks before someone in the prison died. She was asleep in her cell when she

heard the death bell ring.

She got up and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was

beating fast. She opened the door to the darkened

room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the

dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into the coffin and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut.
Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the

hammer and nails.

Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.

The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with

a thud.

Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top  of

the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time and she would be free at last.

After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to laugh…happily feeling free already and chanting she was free! she was free! 

Feeling curious, she decided to light the flashlight to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her.
To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next

to the CARETAKER….her only hope to freedom.
Many people believe they have life all figured

out…that they are well connected and can arrange and pre-arrange things to their favour… but sometimes it just doesn’t turn out the

way they planned it.

Think of a ‘Plan B’!!!
“I don’t know what

 tomorrow holds, but I know WHO

holds tomorrow.”
The Happiest People Don’t Have the Best of

Everything,

They Just Make The Best Of What They Have…But at times even the BEST FAILS…

Only one thing never fails…GOD.

May he never fail you.
I would want you to read 1Corinthians15:12~19
If only in life we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
Faithful C. C👥

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Author: Life of purpose

Passionate and ablaze to create a better society for our Now and Tomorrow.😎

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