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  1. This happened to someone else
    27th Jun 2008 13:39
    16 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
  2. STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!
    27th Jun 2008 13:36
    16 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
  3. I'm the 2%
    23rd Feb 2008 08:09
    16 years, 9 months & 2 days ago
  4. A sad story....
    2nd Feb 2008 06:38
    16 years, 9 months & 23 days ago
This happened to someone else
16 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
27th Jun 2008 13:39

She came to camp that day as sick as she could be
Her head was achy her back was breaky as far as i could see
She is only 12 years old thats why i was scared
When she told me that a doctor had her repaired
She had went to a party 2 nights before
As she went to get some dessert
Her friend did not think she would get hurt
Her friend went through the other door
She dropped half a pint of alchohal into the cake
What a terrible friend for holy sake
My friend walked into the dining room
She ate at least three
She got home that day as sick as i could ever be
She stayed up all night throwing up in the trashcan
She could not eat anything her mother cooked on the pan
Her face was pale she looked so bad
All her pain made me sad
She ended up at the doctors at 3 am that night
He needed to check if she would be alright
Thank gosh she was fine and only needed some pills
She could have ended up in the kills
------------------------------------
She arrived at camp that day
As sick as she could be
When she told me the story
It really frightened me.

STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!
16 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
27th Jun 2008 13:36

I got this from someone else... It really touched my heart...

My name is diane i am 9 at the most
I am telling you this story for i am a ghost
This is what happened people shall say
On that very depressing day;

When i was 8 i had no mom just a dad
He used to scream and grow very mad
He'd throw me against the wall but it woulden't hurt
the way most of you would think
My heart was hurting i loved my daddy so
and all i wanted was for him to know
I don't think he loved me cause he hurt me
I guess he really just coulden't see;

One day he came home all tired and stressed
I tried to make him happy i tried my very best
But he kicked me and slapped me and said go away
I stayed in my room
I didn't know what to say;

I prayed to the lord and asked him to give my daddy my love
How hard i tried i still got a push and a shove.
One day later he was mad at me
He hated the most today as far as i could see
He pulled out a gun and forced me on the side
So there would be no place for me to hide;

I cried 'i love you daddy'
As loud as i could
I thought that maybe i should
It did not work and it became clear
He hated me so is what i could see
I glared at him in fear;

He pointed the gun right at my head
He said it was time for me to be dead
I turned away and heard the trigger being pulled
It was clear that he was the one who ruled;

My name is diane
I am the 9 at the most
and that is why i am a ghost.

I'm the 2%
16 years, 9 months & 2 days ago
23rd Feb 2008 08:09

I AM THE 2%!!!
a girl went to a party and
she ended up staying longer than
planned,
and
had to walk home alone. She wasn't
afraid
because it was a small town and she lived
only a
few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm
trees,
She asked God to keep her safe from
harm
and
danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a
short
cut to her house, she
decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she
noticed
a
man standing at the end as though he were
waiting
for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray,
asking
for
God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of
quietness
and
security wrapped round her, she felt as
though
someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley,
she
walked right past the man and arrived
home
safely.
The following day, she read in
the
newspaper
that
a young girl had been beaten in the same
alley
just
twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
the
fact
that it could have been her, she began to
weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
help
this
young woman, she decided to go to the
police
station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so
she
told
them her story.
The police asked her if she would
be willing to
look
at a lineup to see if
she could identify
him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out
the
man
she had seen in the alley the night
before.
When the man was told he had been
identified,
he
immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery
and
asked if there was anything they could do
for
her.
She asked if they would ask the man one
question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked
her.
When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't
alone.
She
had
two tall men walking on both sides of
her."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
you're
never
alone. Did you know that 98% of
teenagers
will not stand up for God?
Repost this if you truly
believe
in
God..
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter
what
"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in
front of my
Father"
STAND UP FOR HIM
98% wont post this
are you part of the 2% that will????????

A sad story....
16 years, 9 months & 23 days ago
2nd Feb 2008 06:38


I got this from someone else:

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,
are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young
woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

  1. This happened to someone else
    27th Jun 2008 13:39
    16 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
  2. STOP CHILD ABUSE!!!
    27th Jun 2008 13:36
    16 years, 4 months & 29 days ago
  3. I'm the 2%
    23rd Feb 2008 08:09
    16 years, 9 months & 2 days ago
  4. A sad story....
    2nd Feb 2008 06:38
    16 years, 9 months & 23 days ago