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| finally updating...lol idkk...lifes sooo boring buh good at the same time..lol...im moving in like month and half..woo time fliez soo fast..--meera dont cry itz okay lol--...
well heres another one of those sad stories...lol...this ones realllllllly good...after reading it help someone in need...cuz what goes around comes around
He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the
road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed
help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried.
Noone had stopped to help for the last hour or so ... was he going to
hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could
see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He
knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.
He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was
bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put
the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to
change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to
him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were
plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his
whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "... and think of me." He waited until she started her car and drove off.
It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in
to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the
last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor-- it didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase.. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the
strain and aches change her attitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so
giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady
finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for her
hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkin under which was four $100 bills.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:
"You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once
helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's gonna be all right; I love you, Bryan." | | |
| One Flaw in Women
By the time the Lord made woman, he was into his sixth day of working
overtime. An angel appeared and said, "Why are you
spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to
be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts,
all replaceable, and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap
that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure
anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart - and she will do
everything with only two hands."
The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way!
And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day.
Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this
creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals
herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so
soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You
have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel. The Lord replied, "Not
only will she be able to think, she will be
able to reason and negotiate."
The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's
cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you
that you were trying to put too much into this one." "That's not a
leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked. The Lord said, "The tear is her
way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her
love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."
The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of
everything! Woman is truly amazing."
And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships
and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They
smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They
cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for
what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no"
for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their
family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They
love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when
their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts
break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know
that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk,
run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a
woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and
love. They have compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital
things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN . . .
THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH. | | |
| She couldn't stand the silence,
She couldn't stand the tears,
She couldn't stand her life,
After only sixteen years.
He was her entire world,
She gave him all she possessed,
He did the same in return,
They were thought to be obsessed.
Their love couldn't be reached,
Couldn't be touched by any other,
They were all they needed,
They only wanted each other.
From two they became one,
They made each other whole,
They filled each other's voids,
They filled each other's souls.
Everything was perfect,
Everything was great,
Till one damning day,
They were told they'd have to wait.
Her parents were moving her,
To a distant place,
They'd be torn apart,
Couldn't see each other's face.
They swore they'd make it work,
Vowed to stay together,
Didn't care about the distance,
They'd be together forever.
She gave it all she had,
She did her very best,
But he still slipped away,
He didn't pass the test.
While she was thinking of him,
He had found another,
He said he couldn't do it,
He talked it over with his mother.
She was devastated,
Her heart was torn straight out,
She'd been such a fool,
She should have listened to her doubt.
From then on they stopped talking,
Never spoke again,
While he was with his new girl,
She was dreaming of him.
Every day she'd cry,
She tried to fight off all the pain,
But the hurting never stopped,
Just shot through every vein.
Months went by since the ending,
But she only grew worse,
She couldn't accept what happened,
This was love's curse.
It finally overtook her,
She couldn't stand it anymore,
She grabbed a picture of him,
And snuck out the front door.
She walked into the woods,
Found a secluded place,
Kept thinking of the past,
And how she'd been replaced.
Hours later she was found,
In a pool of her blood,
And beside her they found,
His picture in the mud.
On the back read her reason,
Why she took her life,
What he did to her,
It seemed he had held the knife.
Though physically he didn't kill her,
He tore her soul apart,
It was obvious how she did,
It was from a broken heart. | | |
| Picture a tranquil pond and in this pond there’s a small fish swimming just under the water and he spots a fly hovering above the water and thinks to himself if that fly were to drop just 6 inches I would be able to jump up and get him. So the fish went about his business keeping an eye on the fly.
A little while later a fisherman comes by the pond and sees the situation and thinks to himself if that fly were to drop just 6 inches then the fish would get the fly and I could stick out my net and I would get the fish. So the fisherman sits down and starts to enjoy his lunch.
A small field mouse wanders up and looks over the situation and thinks to himself if that fly were to drop just 6 inches then the fish would jump to get the fly and the fisherman would drop his cheese sandwich to get his net so he could get the fish and I could run in and get a bit of his sandwich. And we would all be very happy.
Just about that time a sneaky sly cat wanders on to the situation and thinks to himself if that fly were to drop just 6 inches then the fish would jump to get the fly and the fisherman would drop his cheese sandwich to get his net to catch the fish and the mouse would run in and get a bit of his sandwich. And I would run in get the mouse and we would all be so very happy.
A small time goes by and:
The fly drops 6 inches the fish jumps out to get the fly. The fisherman drops him cheese sandwich to get his net. The mouse runs in to get a bit of the cheese sandwich. And the cat runs in and in all of the commotion loses his balance and falls in the pond.
Do you know what the moral of the story is?
Every time a fly drops 6 inches a pussy is sure to get wet!! | | |
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