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I'm from Czech Republic, from a town/city called Pardubice. I love the town/city, but I also understand why it's not very favourite to travel to. But that's not important.
I love Stargate series, just as much as StarTrek: Enterprise (and Voyager, too) and the Star Wars. I call it "the three Stars classics" (but I count all StarTrek things in it). You know, because the names have all "star" in it.
I also love Primeval, Grimm, Warehouse 13, Eureka, Bones, NCIS: Los Angeles (I used to like the original NCIS series, but now I like only several episodes), Castle, Glee, Psych, BBC's Robin Hood and Sue Thomas: F.B.Eye.
My favourite movies are, for example, Avengers, Just like heaven, My life in ruins, Iron
My favourite books... well the list is even longer... just several examples: Percy Jackson,
I just discovered the magic of musicals. (The best is Hairspray :-))
My motto is: If you can do something today, don't leave it for tomorrow. Leave it for the
I also absolutely agree with Shakespeare: "If music be the food of love, play on."
Oh, if you didn't figure it out yet, I'm a girl. And I'm born in 1997 (means I'm seventeen now).
Thank you, mighty Fanfiction.net, I can write again! I'm still addicted to chocolate, though.
If you can speak czech and you are interested in my work, you can also read my blog. I've written several posts about normal and weird things, I've also published there something, that someone may call poem, but I think it's just... screaming to the air. (thinking-czech (dot) blogspot (dot) cz)
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The Soundtrack of My Life:
Opening Credits: Ivan Gough & Feenixpawl feat.Georgi Kay: In My Mind
Waking Up: Bruno Mars: Locked Out of Heaven
First Day of School: The Rolling Stones: You Can't Always Get What You Want
Falling in Love: Alicia Keys feat.Nicki Minaj: Girl on Fire
Fighting: LMFAO: Party Rock Anthem
Breaking Up: Justin Bieber: Beauty and a Beat
Prom: 30 Seconds To Mars: Up in the Air
Life: Bruno Mars: Just the Way You Are
Mental Breakdown: Chris Brown: Turn up the Music
Driving: Pitbull: Feel This Moment
Flashback: September: Cry for You
Making Up: Maroon 5: One More Night
Wedding: The Black Eyed Peas:Just Can't Get Enough
Birth of Child: José Feliciano: Feliz Navidad
Final Battle: Ludacris: Rest of My Life
Death Scene: Jamie Foxx, T-Pain: Blame it
Funeral: Ellie Goulding: Anything Could Happen
End Credits: We On The Moon: The Ocean Sky
(how to figure out the soundtrack of your life?: www (dot) wikihow (dot) com (slash) Figure-Out-the-Soundtrack-of-Your-Life)
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 afterall, 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.
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1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.
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