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This is the only church I have ever been a member of or created, but I have attended many other denominations for there experiences.

We ask to be Invited to your church, organization or corporation to tell our stories and you decide for yourself?

All my personal experiences are true, are they miracles or phenomenon ?

A Fish Story

In 1949 I attended St. Ann's Roman Catholic School, just 4 doors down the street from my house. I was 7 years old and not baptized as yet, but got baptized there that year when the nuns realized that I wasn't. I did attend catholic churches for about 25 years but never joined one or became a member, just went out of habit.

 1952 I was in the third grade there and that is when the fish story took place.

In our class room we had a fish tank maybe 10 fish. One morning when we got to the class room the nun asked the class of  7 year olds if we knew what had happened to the fish, they where all dead in the tank. Of course no one knew. a few minutes later the Janitor came in the class room and the sister, asked the janitor to point out who he saw kill the fish in the tank the day before at the end of school. The janitor pointed at me and said Don had his hand in the tank and was handling the fish and squeezing them and trying to catch them in his hand.

Well I was made to pay for all the fish the next day, I think it amounted to $1.85. The next day I was a very angry little boy and in front of the class very up set I put the $1.85 on the nuns desk and looked at her and the class and told them I did not kill the Fish  and if the most highest of holly people could not see the truth than I can't be here. I turned around and left the school and never returned. At 7 years old that was something. But not the end of the story. I went to a public school about 3 blocks down the hill side below the Catholic school.

Not the end of the Fish story!

In 1986 Henry Finagles the school janitor Died at his death bed his last words  he told his sister Sissy was to tell Don he was sorry for telling the nuns that Don killed the fish. Henry told Sissy he killed the fish and asked Sissy to find me and ask me to forgive him. She did find me and guess where, in Studebakers in Clearwater Florida, which was a think tank, another story. But Sissy came to me and told me Henry died and told her he killed the fish and wanted me to know and forgive him. Can you imagine 35 years later I get a apology from a retarded janitor who told a lye and needed to be forgiven. Henry was a retarded person and worked at St. Ann's Roman Catholic School in Homestead, Pa. Suburb of Pittsburgh as a janitor. I did forgive him and  told Sissy that Henry to me was not as retarded as you would think those where not the words from a dying retarded person.

A very True Fish story!!!!

  A Squirrel Story

One day in Tampa Florida at Rocky Point golf course I was standing on the tenth tee, teed up and ready to drive. No one wanted to go out with me I was by myself, when I noticed some squirrels running in the trees across the fairway. I looked at them and said, I wonder what squirrels do during a hurricane? Four squirrels ran down the tree over to me and stood outside the tee box and they chattered between them. I though they wanted my ball. One came in and placed his paws over my teed ball, and looked up at me as to say we pray he took his paws off my ball and He went back to his friends and they looked at me chattered and ran back to the tree. This happened a day after a small hurricane came through the city and did some damage. This was back in 1985 or 2000 when I lived in Tampa.

Same golf course about the same time a Gold cross formed above me when I hit the ball for a bird on hole nine. the men all ran out of the club house, which was right next to the green They seen it too , no one said a word to me just walked by looking at the sky trying to find something, I asked them if they seen my ball, no one talked to me, I was looking for it, it was in the hole.

The Cross In The Sky

On December 25 1992 Christmas Day  in Tampa Florida I had dinner with some people, not family, or friends, they were not getting along to well with me, not understanding my dilemma in life. I could understand their feelings due to the way they were brought up, but they could not understand mine, for they did not experience what I did in my life. this is just one more of those events or phenomenon. After dinner I had nothing to do, no job worth thinking about. So as I did many times I put on my roller blades and went to Bay Shore for some exercise and relief. I roller bladed to downtown Tampa and around the fountain at the convention center, not a person around just me and headed back to Bay Shore Dr. A very nice sunny day until I got to Bay Shore,  than I noticed brown clouds forming over  the water in Tampa Bay. they became very thick and puffy as far as I could see they covered the whole Bay, As I looked up at the clouds a cross started forming in the clouds, a large wooden cross was formed in the clouds you could see it as though some one just carved it into them and that is what happened. Well to me it was saying Don we know you don't have any one standing with you, but we are here with you. The clouds left as I went home along with the cross. Only one lady from the church I was going to at that time came to me and asked me if I had seen the cross in the clouds on Christmas Day, I told her yes I did, no one else ever said a word about it. Any time a event happened to me and people saw it they would just run off, no one would talk about it. I understood but they could not comprehend. I guess it was for me to understand and not them. I left Tampa in the spring of 1993 headed North to look for a job. 10 years in Tampa  being Humiliated and with out one was getting a lot ridiculous, this is another story. I was black balled from getting a job in my career field any where I applied, I sent out over ten thousand resumes in the United States. All they would let me have were $6.00 a hour jobs in Tampa, but I kept trying. Prior 1983 I was a district manager for a major company for 14 years making a good living.

With Best Intentions and Respect to All:

The Minister, Pastor, Self Proclaimed; Nondenominational:

Due to the insistence of other people that Miracles happened to me I have chosen this type of an option and  Explanation:

Donald Delle Donne: President; Self  Proclaimed Pastor:

Education: life experience Tested and recognized:     

                Masters Degree in Human Resources

                Bachelors Degree in Business Administration.

                110 Sales and Marketing Seminars

                14 years conducting Sales meetings, promotions to corporations

                40 years field District Sales Manager, Regional

                Sales manager, Sales, Marketing, Research and Development

                7 years Owner and President of Vacation A Way, Inc.

                Travel and tourism, Includes Religious, Accessible, and mature travel

                Instructed classes At the University of South   

                Carolina and Point Park Jr. College Pittsburg Pa.

                The College Of Disney Knowledge, Graduate.

                Instructed Classes for The United States Power

                Squadron a Fraternal Organization, Volunteer, awards,

                 Public Relations officer Television

                appearances to promote the U.S.P.S. 

Fatima Delle Donne: Vice President;

Education:

Life Experience: Bachelors Degree in Business Administration

Sales, Marketing and Public Relations 35 Years

many schools in the Travel and tourism industry

45 Sales and marketing Seminars

20 years in the tourism Business

Executive Secretary for a import export firm in Brazil

7 years operating Her own Business as Vice President with Her Husband Donald in Property Management and Travel.

Vacation A Way, Inc.: Includes Religious Tours, Accessible, and Mature Travel

The College Of Disney Knowledge, Graduate.

In Brazil Volunteer work in Senior citizens Homes.

The Mission: Church of Stories, Stories of today, Phenomenon and Events of today, Miracles, New Stories. to be invited To tell them in other churches or none religious organizations, clubs, associations, corporations, to hold seminars and Public speaking, to tell the truth.

The Minister: Self Proclaimed due to many, many Events and Phenomenon in my Life some thought to be religious events or miracles by other people.

Phenomenon: It is when a persons life is changed due to that Phenomenon or event, or series of , that is the story we want to tell.

Event: This would be a very personnel matter to be decided by the individual. He or She is the only person who knows what happened to them. If it is real and you or a organization interferes with this persons life more than likely you or they will suffer from the source that caused the event or phenomenon, whether it be religious or other.

Bibles: there are many, in every country and language these stories have been told for over 2000 years. I don't think I can tell these stories any better than they have already been told, so we are going to focus on New stories.

Religion: Are these Phenomenon or religious events which have evolved into many different types of religious believes world wide. We do value and respect all, the manor in which you believe is your God given right, But if you do not believe in God that is also your given right and we give you the same respect as those who believe in a God.

God: We believe He is, But of course we don't know what He is?

Jesus Christ: Gods son and men savior to some religions,  we do know He was here and ended up out on the street being nailed to a cross and left to die by the  leaders and politicians of that time. I call that being abused and murdered. Time don't matter, the same thing is still going on today by the same people to the same people if you believe we are all sons of God.

Angels: What ever you want to call them, but we believe they are there.

                            I think of my wife as a Angel.

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