I LOVE the Hobbit, and anything that reminds me of it! :D

Okay, I know that it's a little weird, okay, a lot weird, that my username is the main character for "Of Annoying Friends and Shattered Lights." But I simply chose it because Savarra was my original fave character name I had ever come up with. So I used it as a user name ,and my character.

If someone mentions LOTR, you can go on for hours talking about it, copy this to your profile.

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile!

If you frequently have conversations with yourself and/or fictional characters from your favorite books, copy and paste this into your profile.(Tall, Blonde and Legolas...)

1F Y0U C4N UND3R574ND 7H15 M355463 C0PY 17 4ND P4573 17 1N70 Y0UR PR0F1L3.

If you try to get all of your friends to read your favourite books, copy and paste this onto your profile!

If everything in life reminds you of LOTR, copy and paste this onto your profile!

FRIENDS: Will ask why you're crying while handing you tissues
BEST FRIENDS: Will already have a shovel to bury the loser that made you cry.

FRIENDS: Will help you when you fall
BEST FRIENDS: Will be laughing so hard at you they fall too.

NORMAL PEOPLE: rely on their local weatherman for the weather forecast

PJO FANS:will tell Zeus to make it rain
NORMAL PEOPLE: say OMG!
PJO FANS: say OH MY GODS! (No censorship meant; it's just a obsession fan thing)
NORMAL PEOPLE: go to a psychiatrist to tell their feelings
PJO FANS:won't go to one because they will take away their awesome demigod powers
NORMAL PEOPLE: say shut up or i'll tell on you!
PJO FANS: say shut up or my godly parent will vaporize you!
NORMAL PEOPLE: think that PJO fans are stupid
PJO FANS: know that normal people are stupid
NORMAL PEOPLE: when being chased yell HELP ME SOMEBODY!
PJO FANS: when being chased use their awesome demigod powers
NORMAL PEOPLE: get nervous/scared during thunderstorms
PJO FANS: yell at Zeus to calm down
NORMAL PEOPLE: would choose somewhere sunny to go for vacation
PJO FANS: would try and find Camp Half Blood
NORMAL PEOPLE:don't have this on their profile
PJO FANS: MUST have this on their profile!

When Drowning…
Mortal: LIFEGUARD!
PJO fan: PERCY!
HP fan: “Eats Gilly-weed”
When rain suddenly come…
Mortal: Damn it!
PJO fan: Grab a tissue Zeus!
HP fan: Accio umbrella!
Exclaiming…
Mortal: Oh My god!
PJO fans: Di Immortales!
HP fan: Merlin’s pants!
When angry…
Mortal: Shut up!
PJO:
Thalia: Shut up or my dad will zap you!
Percy: Shut up or my dad will blast you into seawater!
Annabeth: Shut up or my mom will kill you with wisdom!
Nico: Shut up or I’ll bring you to my dad NOW!
Beckendorf: Shut up or I’ll invent something to kill you!
Travis/Conner: Shut up or you will be as poor as a beggar! (They’d steal everything away.)
Katie: Shut up or I'll make you eat cereal for the rest of your life!
Silena: Shut up or my mom will mess up your love life!
Castor: Shut up or my dad will wrap you with vines!
Clarisse: Shut up. My dad's sharpening his knife.
Chiron: Shut up or my dad will— Oh wait that doesn’t work. Shut up or I and my buddies will have a stampede on you!
If you are addicted to demigods and would like to become one, post this onto your profile

You Know You’re Obsessed With Percy Jackson When…

You go to the Empire State Building and you drive the guard nuts by asking for the 600th Floor. Me: I will if I ever go to the empire state bulding. Maybe. I dont want to seem insane.
-There’s a thunderstorm going on and you scream, “CALM DOWN, ZEUS!” (I do)
-Every time you use the Internet, you thank Hermes.
When you see Harry Potter, you think of Percy with glasses. Me: Percy is Waaaaay cooler than HP
-You burn food to see if it smells good. Me: I want to but my mom wont let me.
-You see an owl, you go, “Hi Athena!”
-You’re in a running/swimming race and you’re praying and sacrificing to Hermes/Poseidon.
-You think that your favorite singer is a child of Apollo.
-Someone close to you dies and you give them money (LOTS of it) just in case… (I Have no $$)
-Everyone else is creating a Twilight family and you create a PJO family.
-You go on a cruise and you hope the boat isn’t The Princess Andromeda…
-You’re on a boat and you pray that Poseidon is in a good mood.
-You’re in the air (hang-gliding, cliff-diving, bungee jumping, flying, in a plane, etc.) and you hope Zeus is in -a good mood and won’t blast you out of the air.
-You go to Aunty Em’s and say you’re camera shy.
-You find your true love and thank Aphrodite for sending him/her to you.
-You think George Bush is a son of Ares (he’s dumb and violent you know!).
-You know Muse is the best singers. Get it, the Nine Muses??
-Bring a blue plastic hairbrush with you everywhere. Me: I need to buy one.
When it gets really cold randomly, blame Kronos.
You get a Greek mythology calendar for Christmas.
-You get really mad at Hades when a family member dies.
-You sometimes try to control water.
-You don't read anything but PJO for 3 months.
You've gone to Google maps and looked up Camp Half-Blood’s address.
-Even though not diagnosed, you claim you have ADHD or dyslexia and blame it
on your God parent.
You yell "Annabeth!" everytime you see a NY Yankees hat.
You make the PJO characters on Sims, as Miis on the Wii, and other video
games.
-Anytime you see an orange shirt, you look at the front of it to see if it is
a Camp shirt.
You are a PJO character for Halloween.
-Recite lines randomly from the books.
When you see/hear about anything mythology-related, you talk about how it
was in PJO (what page, book, etc.) and what happened to it.
Buy anything New York or San Francisco-related.
You are going to the Camp Half-Blood in Texas Me: *whines* Texas is too hot!!!
-You are suddenly obsessed with Adidas shoes because they have the Hermes
symbol. Me: Huh. I never noticed that
U claim that Percy IS real and lives in New York no matter how much ur friends argue with u.
-You have dreams about PJO characters/events
You carry a ballpoint pen in your pocket.
Every time you pick up a pen, you think it'll turn into a sword.
Every time you play dodge ball, you bring a suit of armor.
You go to San Francisco looking for the Old Sea Man.
You find yourself praying to Poseidon for rain.
Whenever ur internet slows down, u yell at the sky and say "HERMES! WHY DO U LOVE ANNOYING ME?!"
u stuff ur Twilight books in the back of ur closet so u have some more places for ur PJ&O stuff.
When someone gets married, you say: "I hope you shall not anger Hera"
-In the beginning of ur first History class, u burst out "Will we be studying Greek mythology?!" Me: Say not blurt
-You pretend (or actually) faint when someone asks "Who's Percy?"
When someone mentions the name Percy (like Percy Weasley) you scream "JACKSON!"
-When someone dies, u pray to Hades to allow them to go across Styx for free, because they don't have drachmas anymore.
-You are known to scream names of the characters at random times.
-You've got any copy of any book in all your backpacks/binders in case of emergencies
You pray to Athena when you don’t study for a math test.
-And when you flunk said test, you blame her irritation on Percabeth.
-When you steal your friend's pen you believe it's justified because your dad is the god of thieves, and you thought it was Riptide and had to check to make sure Percy was still alive.
-You write PJO fan fiction constantly, even when you're not at your computer.
When your mom grounds you from the computer, you blame it on a combination of Nemesis, Hera and Hermes' little joke.
You want Hephaestus to fix your iPod when it breaks.
-You give all your siblings god parents (Poseidon, Zeus, Hades.)
You call the "Ares kids", or school bullies, Martians.
-You quiz fellow fans on the minor gods and win.
-You spend time doing pointless research at, just because Rick Riordan linked it on his site.
-You still think Thuke could happen.
You plan several statements to avoid Apollo's lines and remember he's a player, should he ever hit on you, and several ways to get out of being cursed.
-You imagine the gods alone, and what they really do on the Superbowl.
You think Percy's extended family needs extensive therapy.
-You have a countdown to the Demigod Files because of the mention of Percabeth.
U want Kronos buried under Witchita, Kansas in a safe deposit toothpick box. No one will ever look there, & hopefully he'll be too tiny to bother the locals.
Your mother thinks you need to get a boyfriend, as does your father to cure your obsession.
-You blame your little brother's desire to turn off your Internet in the middle of this review on Hermes' anger that you've joked about all of them.
-You imagine random unwritten PJO moments during class and laugh. When one brave soul unaware of your obsession broaches the question of why you were laughing, you try to explain.
They think you are nuts because you are laughing at Hades' wild card of Nico.
-You think of creative names for Percy besides Seaweed Brain, such as kelphead16 because his head is full of kelp and there's an 85% chance he'll die at the age of sixteen.
-You create a new nickname for Percy, such as Pajamas because his initials are PJ.
You wonder if you'll be able to drive a car come your 16, provided Percy saves the world, because of that.
You know you're obsessed when you lose something, and say, "Come on Hermes! Give it back!!
You think all the popular girls at your school are children of Aphrodite. And say to all the braniacs at your school if Athena is okay. (Don’t hurt me Athena).
You go on YouTube and look at PJO themes for characters.
You read page 287 of BotL over and over again or say the lines in your head (this is for Nico-obsessed people. I am not one of them!)
-Your internet homepage is Rick Riordan's blog.
-You and your other PJO obsessed friend cracks up if any one mentions the word Canada or Canadians.
-You and your PJO obsessed friend start a fan club with only you two in it.
-You get other people obsessed.
-You have constant vivid dreams about the fifth book.
-You spend most of your time thinking what will happen in the fifth book.
-You jump up and down at the idea of LT becoming a movie.
U know exactly what someone means when they say LT, SoM, , BotL, PJO & use it in conversations.
-Your favorite quote of all time comes from PJO.
You and your friend has "diss-wars" using PJO CHARACTERS
-When someone dies, you give them a sack of red rubber balls for Cerberus. o}
-Every time you see a guy in a wheelchair you think "Chiron!!”
You find yourself saying things like "Oh my gods!" and "What the Hades?"
When your boyfriend dumps you, you take the oath of the hunters (not that I have any experience.)
-When you burn yourself, you curse Hephaestus/Hestia.
-You put an offering to Demeter next to your garden.
-You go up to a teacher in a wheelchair and say, "I know who you really are, Chiron…"
-You say "Maia!" when you are wearing shoes.
-You checked to make sure your principal doesn’t have a tail.
-You know which pages the good parts are on.
-You suddenly hate thunderstorms.
-You start hearing Percabeth in every song you hear.
-You started calling your dog Mrs. O’Leary.
You start figuring out who your godly parent is. (Athena and Poseidon!!!!!!! CABIN 6 and 3 RULES!!)
You never looked at a ballpoint pen the same way again.
You ask the cashier at the store if they stock Mythomagic cards.
You start doing pro/con lists in your head. During Math. When you’re supposed to be taking notes.
-Each day you check every fan site you know of for new information.
-You try to figure out how much food dye you need to turn chocolate chip cookies blue.
You make references to it in school reports and/or to friends that haven’t read it.
The first thing you ask someone when you meet them is, “Have you read PJO?”
-You yell “Mizzenmast!” whenever you enter a boat.
You curse a god/goddess a lot. (Ex:"Oh my Gods" & "What in Hades name are you doing?" & "What in Hades name am I doing")
You have one (Or more) pictures relating to PJO in your room.
You know PJO better than most sane people.
You have links to every great PJO site.
-You add things to the list every day.
You know what you would do if you were Percy.
You argue with your friends about if Nico should turn evil or not (Absolutely NOT!).
-At least half of your friends have read all the PJO, or are going to in the very near future.
U wish u could find a rainbow to see if Iris messages work (but I don’t have a golden drachma).
-You give friends and yourself a godly parent.
You are trying to learn Greek.
-You keep thinking about one of the PJO books when you go on a trip.
You think of Percy every time you see a dark haired green-eyed boy.
You have an instant crush on Nico!
You just have to research more about Greek mythology.
-You want to learn Latin.
Most of your fics are PJO related, even if it is a cross over.
U have taken every test u can find about what demigod parent u would/do/should have, & ur trying to get ur friends to.
-U make sure all of your friends (Or most of them), have an idea about what u say when talking about PJO.
-Your friends (At least one), think you are obsessed with PJO, and you agree.
-You have one or more things related to PJO on your school stuff, and if someone asks you why, you tell them.
-You have something on your school things (Or home things), that says 'Daughter (Or son if you're a guy) of God/goddess', and you don't even try to hide it, even if it says daughter of Name of unlike god, goddess.
You’re nodding and smiling when you read this.
-You own every single book.
-You are planning on adding a lot more things to this list.
You call yourself a demigod.
-U wish with every fiber of ur being that the first page of The Lightning Thief told the truth, & the PJO series is real.
You find yourself praying to a random god when you didn't study for a math test because you were too busy reading PJO.
-You've called someone you know a satyr.
-You name your pet fish Clovis
Ur Harry Potter obsessed family members think u're a freak because u prefer Percy Jackson. Me: HARRY POTTER SUCKS!!!!! GO PJO!!!
You see ‘Pier 1 Import’ and you think it says ‘Piper 1 Import’.
-You freak out because your History teacher is Canadian.
U send a 10 pages long e-mail to Rick Riordan telling him how awesome the PJO series is. Me: Ohh!!! I should do that!!
-U go to a book shop & find a whole wall full of Percy Jackson books & you're nearly crying. Me: If I saw a whole wall full of PJO books in a book shop i'd Nearly cry & be furious. Or makeup an excuse about why the wall is full of PJO books
-When u think you saw something and ur friends convince u it wasn’t there u think u may be a half-blood or can see through the mist. (But the joy disappears when they tell u it was a joke).
You repeatedly read page 203 in The Battle of the Labyrinth.
-You are completely convinced one of your female teachers is a fury.
You say, "OH MY GODS!" and "What the Hades?" on a regular basis.
-You blame Poseidon for bad weather.
You swear, "OH STYX!" then look apologetically at the sky (better safe than sorry).
Whenever u go to a PJO site in the US (such as the Hoover Dam or the Air and Space Museum) u yell "PERCY'S BEEN HERE!" to the tourists.
Demand your family to have a group hug every week (Hera's watching...)
-Blame Athena for bad grades.
Ask the flight attendant if Zeus is in a good mood before entering the plane.
-Glare at doughnut store chains and blame it on the Hydra.
-Carry “Hermes” vitamins whenever you go get a pedicure as a safety precaution.
-You start a conversation with guinea pigs (they used to be men, after all).
Whenever you see a spider, you curse Arachne.
-You buy everything you see with an owl or trident on it.
You yell “Burrito Fight!” whenever you’re in a Mexican restaurant.
-You checked to make sure your vice-principal doesn’t have a tail.
-You go to the Hallmark store and say you need to get a father’s/mother’s day card for your godly parent. Me: How would u send the card 2 them
When people ask you to play capture the flag, you ask if magical items are allowed.
You refuse to lie down on a waterbed.
-You ask suffers in Bermudas if they know Poseidon.
You go to CVS and ask for Hermes vitamins in gummies.
You have done at least 10 (Or more) of the above things.
-You are so obsessed with the couple Percy-Annabeth, that you are proud to call yourselves supporters of Percabethism! (Amen!)
You could think of at least 20 more things to add to this list.
You're convinced that all anti-PJO fans have taken a dip in the river Lethe, which explains their brainwashed views on PJO.
-You dream of Percy and other PJO characters every night.
-You think this list could go on into infinity (which I do).
You stalk Rick Riordan to DEATH!
-You compare one of your best friends to a PJO character.
-Your friends decide to “start over” and one says “I’m Bob,” and you instantly say “Hey Iapetus!”
-You fall asleep in class after re-re-re-re-re-reading Chapter Three in LT and you dream you and your classmates are in a bus WITH Percy and Grover, and the Minotaur throws the b in the air.
When u're History teacher asks u what's ur favorite food & u answer 'Double Stuf Oreos' cause Ares gave them those with a backpack in TLT.
-You relate a High School Musical song to Apollo (references to the sun).
-You accidentally call one of your friends a PJO name.
-You change the lyrics in LOVE STORY by Taylor Swift from, "Marry me, Juliet" to "Marry me, Annabeth".
You try to talk to horses.
-You try to summon the dead.
-You try to summon lightning.
-You try to breathe underwater.
You look for an entrance to the Labyrinth in your basement.
-You check to see if horses have wings before you ride them.
-You pray to Aphrodite 50 times a day, praying to get that cute girl(or guy!) to like you.
-When you got that new cat, you made sure that you didn’t just adopt the Nemean Lion.
-When you look for a dog to adopt, you look for one with 3 heads.
-You can recite off the top of your mind every single monster mentioned in any PJO book.
You find yourself making maps of Camp Half-Blood.
And thats how you know your obsessed with PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS... (But i'm not!... I think... 0.o...)

14 Ways to annoy an Anti-Tolkien (I am SO trying these! xD)

1: Insult them in Elvish. Do not offer translations.

2: Tell them they’ll end up just like Denethor. Refuse to tell them what happened to Denethor.

3: Threaten to feed them to Shelob. Laugh evilly when they ask who Shelob is.

4: Quote Gandalf. Constantly. No matter how irrelevant the quotes are.

5: Say, "I would cut off your head for that, if it stood but a little higher from the ground" every time they insult LOTR/The Hobbit.

6: Play ‘LOTR in 99 seconds’ on a loop whenever they are around.

7: Walk barefoot all day. Say that you are getting in touch with your inner Hobbit.

8: Demand an explanation of why they dislike ‘the masterpieces of the esteemed Professor’ every time you see them.

9: Whenever they suggest doing something, refute it by saying, "One does not simply (insert verb here)".

10: Hum the Shire theme incessantly.

11: Whenever a plane flies overhead, shriek, "Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!" and go hide in a closet.

12: Base all English essays on the Lord of the Rings books or movies.

13: Constantly ask them what their elf eyes see.

14: Talk like Gollum.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says, ‘If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.’

Actually, I;m not obsessed with PJO. I'm actually obsessed with The Hobbit. If you saw my bedroom, you would know. Hehe...

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him and read even if you don't

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. 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 only lived a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm. When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right passed the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young woman had been raped 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 the 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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything there was they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policemen asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe it or not, you're never alone. Did you know 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won't repost it.

Repost this if you truly believe in God. If you don't believe in him, I dare you to repost it anyway.

Month One

MOMMY

I am only 4 inches long

but I have all my organs

I love the sound of your voice

The sound of your heart beat

is my favorite lullaby

Month Two

Mommy

today i learned how to suck my thumb

If you could see me

you could definitely tell I'm a baby.

I'm not big enough to live outside my home though.

It's so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy

I'm a boy!!

I hope that make you happy.

I always want you to be happy.

I don't like it when you cry.

You sound so sad

It makes me sad too

and i cry with you even though

you can't hear me

Month Four

Mommy

my hair is starting to grow.

it is very short and fine

but I will have a lot of it.

I spend a lot of my time exercising.

I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes

and stretch my arms and legs.

I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.

Mommy, he lied to you.

He said I'm not a baby.

I am a baby Mommy, your baby.

I think and feel.

Mommy, what's an abortion

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.

I don't like him.

He seems cold and heartless.

Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.

Mommy what is it? It burns!

Please make him stop!

I can't get away from it!

Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy

I am okay.

I am in Jesus's arms.

He is holding me.

He told me about abortion.

Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just...

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak

Repost this on your profile if you think abortion is wrong

Remember Abortion Is MURDER

Beacuse of reading this, I SWEAR I will never go through with Abortion. NEVER.

If you agree with this and it made you cry, copy and paste this into your profile.

No go and do it, even if you didn't cry.

I dare you.

When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.

When you open it, he collapses.

When he sees you reading it, he faints.

When he sees you living it, he flees.

And just when you’re about to re-post this, he will try to discourage you.

I just defeated him.

Like, Copy, & Paste this if you’re in God's Army :)

I believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord, Savior, and Redeemer, and could not live without him in my life. If you do too, and aren't afraid to admit it, copy and paste this into your profile, and add your name to the list. Kakashis-First-Kiss, jedigal125, iloveJacobandJasper, Vampirewithasecret, Lacey-The-Invisible-Ninja, James018, AdorableElephant, MelRose520, I am an Anonymous Person, Mango21, mae2551, DarkHorseBlueSky, Savarra

Why do we sleep in church, but stay awake through a two-hour movie?

Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to talk about others?

Why are we so bored when we look at a Christian magazine, but find it easy to read Playboy?

Why is it so easy to ignore a godly Facebook wall post, yet we repost the nasty ones?

Why are churches getting smaller, but bars and clubs getting larger?

Think about it.

Mary had a little Lamb, His fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went, that Lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school each day, t'wasn't even in the rule.

It made the children laugh and play, to have a Lamb at school.

And then the rules all changed one day, illegal it became;

To bring the Lamb of God to school, or even speak His name!

Every day got worse and worse, and days turned into years.

Instead of hearing children laugh, we heard gunshots and tears.

What must we do to stop the crime that's in our schools today?

Let's let the Lamb come back to school, and teach our kids to pray.

He had no servants, yet they called him Master

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer

He had no army, yet kings feared him

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world

He committed no crime, yet they crucified him

He was buried in a tomb, yet he lives today

He is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand a little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than five or six 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 five minutes while she went to look around. 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 Clause would bring it for 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 wouldn't have to leave me, but daddy says she has to go 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?"

"Okay," 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 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 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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

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

Today,

I was volunteering in a first grade classroom.

I was working with a little boy

Who had cuts and bruises on his face.

We were working on drawing a picture of a sea animal they would like to be.

He said he would want to be a crab.

I asked him why and he said

So that I

Could live

In a safe

Home.

Repost if you're against child abuse

Don't be afraid to cry

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mummy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this

Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mummy I wanted to live

But mummy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you mummy I always have I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"

In memory of all of the students that have been lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart

For the people that didn't get to say goodbye

Now you have two choices

1) repost

2) ignore it

Please just copy and paste this on to your profile and show that you care

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees; a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her, she smiled up at her Mom

And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart;

I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart."

With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far.

You see he was a fireman and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.

Don't be afraid to cry.

If this reduced you to tears like it did to me, repost this onto your profile.

You stay up for 16 hours.
We stay up for days on end.

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
We go a week without running water.

You complain of a 'headache' and call in sick.
We get shot at as others are hit and we keep moving forward.

You talk about your buddies that aren't with you.
We know we may never see any of ours again.

You complain about how hot it is.
We wear our heavy gear, not daring to take off our helmet to wipe our forehead.

You get mad at your waiter for getting your order wrong.
We dont get to eat today.

You're mad that class got held over 5 minutes.
We're told we will be held over an extra 2 months.

You roll your eyes when your baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new baby and wonders if they'll ever meet.

Copy and paste this if you support your country's (or any country's) troops.

The one who smiles the most is the one who's the most broken.

The one who fights the most is the one who wants to find peace.

The one who encourages others is the one who always feels useless.

The one who seems insane is the one who is just following a life no one else understands, or will ever believe.
Nor do they want to.

Not everything is as it seems.

Remember that.

Women constitute half of the world's populaton,
perform nearly two-thirds of its work hours,
recieve one-tenth of the world's income,
and own less than one-hundredth of the world's property.

If you're a girl and hate it when boys look down on you because of your gender then copy and paste this into your profile.

If you're a boy who thinks that women are equal in worth to men and not afraid to show it then copy and paste this into your profile.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was black. When I grew up I was black. When I'm sick I'm black. When I go in the sun I'm black. When I'm cold I'm black. When I die I'll be black.
"But you, sir, when you're born you're pink. When you grow up you're white. When you're sick, you're green. When you go in the sun you turn red. When you're cold you turnblue. And when you die you turn purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

COPY AND PASTE THIS IF YOU HATE RACISM!!!

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