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What I like/love:music, reading books, using my computer to waste my life ;P, Taylor Lautner ( he's hot and cute and I'm only a girl, don't blame me ), enjoying the summer, having birthday then it's all about ME ;) nah just kidding; I don't really like being the centre of everybodys attention. being myself and not have to worry about anything.. my wonderful friends. I owe them big time.
What I HATE!!: the cold winters, people who repeat themselves, crappy movies ( they really makes me become bored and the are a waste of money ), people who annoys me constantly, boring family parties ( they can get so lame ), when everything goes wrong in the same day, do homework ( that is the schools evil way to torture the pupils ), being underweight and gettíng sick when I eat too much food with a lot of fat in it. I don't really want to talk about more negative stuff..
I fell over this poem one day and after reading it I was crying because of it's sadness and the remeinder of how much pain we can accidentally cause the people in the whole world by having a target in life.
A Dads PoemRemembering those no longer with us.
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.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
He loved to tell me stories.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate
was looking at another profile when I stumbled over this story, it touched me very deeply and I felt a great need to paste it into my profile.
Please read-true story (not me)
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
'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.
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ok so I won't start publishing another story before i have finished Princess of Nature. Otherwise it will just get way too confusing and I'll lose my creativity/motivation for writing. So I will take it one story at a time. Oh another thing; if anyone should for some reason doubt that I finish the story, I can assure you that I won't give up on it. I have a really good feeling about this story!!
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I'm going to rewrite some of the chapters in princess of nature. Some of the chapters are horribly written (I was refreshing my memory.)
I hope you read this thing..