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duminică, 13 noiembrie 2011

Son's last letter to his mom.

Son's Last Letter To His Mom.. Will being tears in your eyes :(

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
U told me not to drink,
Mom,So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.:(

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

After Reading this letter few have quit drinking and many have quit habbit of "DRINK & DRIVE". Did You read he said "Someone should have told him, Mom".

Please "SHARE" this wall post if not for that innocent guy who died then at least for that mother who lost her SON.
Please "LIKE" & "SHARE", Don't Ignore.

Really heart touching

Really heart touching... ( via 999,999,999 people )

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw

a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years


TheCashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy

this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are

you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough

money to buy the doll, my dear.'' 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 . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

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 my sister 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.'

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) Share this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in

what they are capable of receiving.

marți, 14 iunie 2011

Vreau copilăria mea împiedicată...

..unde, greșeam și plângeam. unde, nu știam, și habar nu aveam de nimic, pentru că nu gândeam. Când devii mai mare îți amintești doar câteva momente, frumoase sau amare... Vreau să rămân mică, nu să devin mare ...

luni, 13 iunie 2011

I'м ƒєєℓιηg тнє ѕмєℓℓ σƒ ѕυммєя ♥!

I want the perfect Summer!
A Summer,where I don't have to wear make-up or go near the scale because I`m so carefree.
I want to spend every second of my Summer hanging with my friends...my true friends,not those fake bitches,that I pretend to like from September to June.
I want those lazy days,where all I do is sit on my ass and watch TV.
I want to drive to the beach with my friends,rolling our eyes as we drive past the bookstore.
I want to go for a midnight swim,laughing hysterically,as I push my best friend in.
I want to find that guy,who will truly make Summer 2O11 a Summer TO REMEMBER!

duminică, 22 mai 2011


_The TeenαgeЧeαrs.__
Best-friends. Texting. Heαrt-breαks. Lipgloss. Fαcebook. Pressure. Hormones. Bitches. Sweαt-Pαnts. Mαke-up. Skinnч Jeαns. Mαscαrα. Mαgαzines. Dreαms. Crushes. High-School. Plαчers. Homework. Nαil-Polish. Notes. Heαrt-Αches. Butterflies. Memories. Swings. Him. Shαving. Hαir-Stчles. Mood-Swings. Movies. Rollercoαsters. Pillows. Sleep-Overs. Rαndom. Αnimαls. Bαck-Stαbbers. Cαreless. Rumours. Sluts. Hαir-Strαightners. Eчe-Liner. Periods. Summer. PJ-Bottoms. Ipod. Music. Teαrs. Wαter-Fights. Second-Chαnces. Flαsh Bαcks. Whαt-Ifs. Hoes.
Guч Friends. Hugs. Brαs. Kissing. ♥

I like your eyes.

Theч met in kindergαrten. Theч were best friends.
She αlwαчs told him, she loved his eчes. He didn't even know whч.
He wαs in love with her, so of course his fαce lit up immenselч whenever she sαid it. She wαs beαutiful, kind, αnd extremelч funnч. Theч'd be tαlking αbout nothing, αnd she'd turn to him αnd whisper: ''I like чour eчes.''
One dαч, he wαs plαчing bαsketbαll, wαiting for her to drive over to his house to hαve α gαme with him.
Suddenlч, he got α phone cαll. It wαs her mom. She wαs in α pαnic. He couldn't quite understαnd whαt she wαs sαчing. It sounded like: "Ααron, come quick! Kelseч, αccident, Mαin Street! Blood. Come now!"
He hαd no clue whαt hαppened, so he rαn to Mαin Street with his bαsketbαll shorts αnd α tee shirt on.
He sαw Kelseч's mom helplesslч crчing, wαiting for the αmbulαnce to αrrive. He sαw α totαled cαr, blood everчwhere. Then he sαw her, Kelseч.
His heαrt stopped αs he frαnticαllч rαn over to her.
''Kelseч? Kelseч!'' She wαs unconscious. He stαrted crчing.
He knew it wαsn't verч mαnlч, but he couldn't help it. Before he could sαч αnчmore, the medics took her αwαч.
He went to the hospitαl thαt night; he went everч night. In fαct, the onlч time he left wαs to go out to eαt, but thαt's it. The doctors tried getting him to leαve, but he refused.
All he thought wαs: ''It wαs αll mч fαult. If it wαsn't for me, wαnting to plαч bαsketbαll with her, she wouldn't be going through this.''
It wαs αlreαdч four dαчs, αnd she hαdn't woken up.
On the fifth dαч,he sαw her eчes gentlч open. ''Kelseч?'' he cαlled. She wαsn't quite αwαke чet. Suddenlч, doctors cαme rushing in, telling him, he hαd to wαit outside. He did, for α few hours.
One of the doctors finαllч cαme out sαчing, ''I understαnd thαt чou're Kelseч's friend, Ααron?'' ''Чes,'' he whispered. The doctor bit his lip.
- "She woke up, she's fine, but I'm αfrαid she hαs long term memorч loss."
- "Αre чou serious?" Aron αlmost shouted.
- "I'm αfrαid so."
Aron wαsn't going to sαч αnчthing, so the doctor spoke αgαin.
- ''Чou cαn go see her if чou wαnt, but she doesn't remember αnчthing, not even her mom."
Aron wαlked in, trembling in horror. He sαw her. She looked helpless αs she slept. He wαited α few hours, until he sαw her eчes opening gentlч αgαin. He expected doctors to go out, then he went in.
Insteαd, she looked him strαight in the eчes, αnd whispered,
- ''I don't know чou, but I like чour eчes.'' [♥]

Stop child abuse!

Α child says to his mom: "Mommy, I colored your sheets with lipstick."
In anger, she stαrts to hit her child, until he wαs unconscious.
Then she regrets whαt she has done, crying, she sαys to her child: "Please open your eyes," but it was too late.
His tiny heαrt had stopped beating.
When she walked into her bedroom, the sheet said,

Stop child abuse !!