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my pen name's djjade89, yoroshiku!!!

thank you for looking into my profile!!!

about me:

let's see...

name: sorry, i can't tell.

age: confidential..

gender: female.

hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, listening to music, etc.

i am beginning to love fanfictions where they use to genderbend some characters, especially the main ones. i think some of the stories are cute!

i really like the animes: PoT (prince of tennis), FT (fairy tail), KHR (katekyo hitman reborn), LCDO (la corda d oro), CCS (cardcaptor sakura), KnB (kuroko no basuke), and many more...

Even if you can't see him GOD is there! If you belive in GOD, copy and paste this onto your profile.

A man had a conversation with God. He said to God:

"God, I want to know what is Hell and what is Paradise."

"Follow me," God said to the man.

God leaded the man toward two doors. He opened the first one and let the man look inside. In the room, there was an immense round table and on the middle of the table was a huge pot filled with a delicious stew. The man drooled at the the aroma of the stew. Strangely, the people sat around the table were skinny and deathly pale. They looked famished. All of them had an extremely long handled spoon attached to their arm. They could reach the stew pot and scooped a spoon. However, because the handle of the spoon was longer than their arm, they couldn't bring the spoon to their mouth. The man shivered at the sight of their misery and suffering.

"This is Hell," God told the man.

Next, God leaded the man toward the second door. God opened the door and the man saw exactly the same scene as in the first room. There was a big round table with, in its middle, a delicious stew pot which made the man drooling again. Like in the first room, the people around the table had a long handled spoon attached to their arm. But in this room, everyone were well fed, plump, smiling, talking and laughing with each other. Clearly, this was Paradise.

"I don't understand!" the man said to God.

"It's very simple. The people in this room have learn to feed each other, while the gluttonous and selfish in the other room only think about themselves. Hell is often seen on Earth. But if only human would extend their hands to their brothers and sisters and help each other, they can turn Hell into Paradise," God explained.

Up to now, only 7% of people who would share their spoon with another (or even a ladle!). Make the 7% increase: share your spoon and this story on your profile!

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 lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane 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 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 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 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 policeman asked him and he answered,

"Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

Whether you believe or not, you're never alone.

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.''

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.

until next time!!!