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A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcycle.

Girl: Slow down!

Guy: No this is fun!

Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you. Now slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gave him a big hug.

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.

In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure.

Two people were on it and only one survived.

The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.

Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile.


PLEASE READ.

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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.


My name is Maddy

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake

I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But it's now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Maddy

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me

Child abuse... help stop it!


Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in home room? Last night he Talked His friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you had made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

Re-Post this if u r against bullying. I bet 95% of u won't.

Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs


1. Favorite book in the Original Series? Into the Wild

2. Favorite book in the New Prophecy? Moonrise *sniff sniff* Feathertail... :(

3. Favorite book in the Power Of Three? Dark River

4. Favorite book in the Omen Of The Stars? The Fourth Apprentice

5. Top five favorite cats? (In Order) Jayfeather, Half Moon, Firestar, Spottedleaf, Bluestar

6. Top five least favorite cats? (In Order) Tigerstar, Stoneteller, Dustpelt, Ashfur, Darkstripe

If you were a Warrior, what would your name be? Mossnose (The name belongs to me!!)

8. Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight? Yes...but... I still liked AshXSquirrel when he didn't hate her...

9. Firestar and Sandstorm? Yes

10. Brightheart and Cloudtail? Yes

11. Leafpool and Crowfeather? Yes

12. Millie and Graystripe? No. GrayXSilver

13. Daisy and Spiderleg? No.

14. Honeyfern and Berrynose? Yes, but I remember when Honeyfern mooned over him...

15. Hollyleaf and Sol? Hall NO

16. Jayfeather and his stick? Umm...No

17. Tigerstar and Sasha? Yes.

18. Tigerstar and Goldenflower? No, Goldenflower deserves better.

19. Cinderheart and Lionblaze? Yes

20. Icecloud and Lionblaze? No


Warriors Fan Oath

I'll remember Brightheart,

When I see a scar on someone's face.

I will think of WindClan,

Every time I win a race.

I'll remember Silverstream,

When I see a young mother.

I'll remember Violet,

When I worry about my brother.

I will remember Goosefeather,

When nobody believes me.

I will think of Scourge,

When someone's teased for being tiny.

I'll remember Mothwing,

When I find it hard to believe.

I'll be reminded of Princess,

When I see someone, who seems naive.

I'll always think of Heathertail,

When someone wants to be 'just friends'.

I will think of StarClan,

When I am near the end.

I will think of Tawnypelt,

Whenever I feel judged.

I will think of Darkstripe,

When somebody holds a grudge.

I promise to remember Cinderheart,

When I climb a tree.

I'll remember Midnight,

Whenever I'm at sea.

I'll remember Leafpool,

When I must follow my heart.

I will think of Hollyleaf,

If I ever fall apart.

I'll remember Brambleclaw,

When I must prove myself.

I'll remember Spottedleaf,

When I'm suffering from bad health.

I'll remember Lionblaze,

When I am felling strong.

I'll remember Tigerstar,

If I choose the path that's wrong.

I'll remember Dovewing,

When I hear something far away.

I'll remember Cloudtail,

When a kitten catches their first prey.

I'll remember Bluestar,

Whenever I must choose.

I'll remember Crowfeather,

When the one I love, I lose.

Feathertail

will be on my mind,

Whenever I must be brave.

And I'll remember The Tribe,

When I'm in a cave.

I'll remember Ashfur,

When somebody breaks my heart.

I'll remember Barley,

When me and my siblings are far apart.

I'll remember Ivypool,

When I try to be the best

I'll remember Firestar,

When my loyalty's put to the test.

I'll remember Crookedstar,

If someone abandons me.

I'll remember Ravenpaw,

If I ever have to flee.

I'll remember Jayfeather,

When I have a strange dream.

I'll think of Cherrytail and Sparrowpelt,

Whenever I eat cream.

I'll always think of Cinderpelt,

When my leg is sore.

I'll remember Longtail,

When I can see no more.

I'll remember the many battles,

When I see conflict or strife.

I promise to remember all these cats,

For the rest of my life


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