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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.
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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.


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