There was an Italian immigrant man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real "miser" when it came to his money. Just before he died, he said to his Italian wife..."When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me..." And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him. Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, (what else), and her best friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertaker got ready to close the casket, the wife said, "Wait just a moment!" She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket. Then the undertaker locked the casket down and they rolled it away. So her friend said, "Girl, I know you were not fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband." The loyal wife replied, "Listen, I'm an Italian Catholic & I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money in the casket with him.." You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?" "I sure did," said the wife. "I got it all together, put it into my account, I wrote him a check.... If he can cash it, then he can spend it." AMEN!
I was walking around in a Wal Mart 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
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 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 himself. 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 didn'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 of mind 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 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.
The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: 'With hurricanes, tornados, fires
out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the
country from one end to the other, and with the threat of swine flu and
terrorist attacks, 'Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the
Pledge of Allegiance?'
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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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Herėn e fundit ėshtė Redaktuar nga lovely : 13-01-11 nė 20:06
I will tell a funny short story !
One of my friends tolled me in this days...
Little boy asks dad
''What's between mum's legs?''
Father answers ''Paradaise* my son.
Kid asks again*
''what's between your legs?''
Father replise!''the key to paradaise!''
The son says''Pliece of advice dad*
change the lock* that twat next doors
got a spare key!
After a day long bus tour, I went out for a drink. I sat on a bar and ordered a beer. A cold beer in the hot evening is the thing. People everywhere, happy people, holding hands, talking, laughing, people in love, kissing, the one admiring their children, playing with them, having fun, a lot of fun..
I sat there, with my beer and my cigarettes on the table.
To make the evening better, there was this blonde sunburned, quiet good looking guy, singing country music. "On the road again.. " was one of his songs...
But hey, noone of this wld`ve had any sense at all, if there wasn`t sitting two of my most favourite people in the world, right besides me.
Enjoy ur moments, folks.
The small ones!
:)
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This is a true story of Mothers Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young womans house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.
With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the womans body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement, A child! There is a child!
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mothers dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said, If you can survive, you must remember that I love you. This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. If you can survive, you must remember that I love you. Such is the mothers love for her child!!
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I was a freshman in high school, and one day I saw a kid from my class was walking home. It looked like he was carrying all his books. I thought to myself, why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd. I had planned a pretty good weekend (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged and walked on.
When I went there, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his hands and kicked his legs from under him so he landed in the dirt. He lost his glasses and I saw they landed about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. I felt really sorry for him, so I ran over to him.
... ... ...
... As he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw tears in his eyes. When I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They should have had a beating!"
... ... ... ...
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" It was a big smile on his face.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned out he lived near me so I asked him why I had not seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know him, the more I liked him. My friends thought the same.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books. I stopped him and said,
For a type you are, you're going to build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next 3 years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think in high school, Kyle decided to go to high school general, and I was thinking Handel. I knew we would always be friends, and the miles would never be a problem. He wanted to be a doctor, and I thought the business and to concentrate on football. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him that he was a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it was not me having to get up and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle, he looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more girls than me, and the girls loved him. Uh! Sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days. I could see he was nervous in connection with the speech he was holding. So I gave him a pat on the shoulder and said, "Hey, big guy, this is great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled, "Thanks!" he said.
When he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began ...
- "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but most of all .... Your friends. I'm here to tell you that to be a friend to someone is the greatest gift you can give them. I'll tell you a story ...."
I looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker at school, so her mother would not have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked directly at me and gave me a small smile. - "Fortunately, and in gratitude, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable ..."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his father and mother looked at me with that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. - "With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or worse. We are all given to influence each other in some way. Look for the good in others!"
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The house at the beach, had a lot of big windows.
Inside that house, lived love and death!
It was wonderful watching the waves every now and then. Sometimes in the evenings, they used to sit on the beach, playing cards. Some other times, they just sat there, and ejnoyed the ocean. The ocean can cure- they heard.
To them, the ocean gave love. You should`ve seen that kind of love. That kind of love, when you do not want the other person any more, but the one, where you want what`s best for the other one. You know the "one in a million" kind of love.
But, death was near by. It did sneak somehow. Yea. Like it always does.
I have seen that look in those eyes. I have seen that pain through those tears. I was there. That`s how i learned what love is. That`s where i have seen real love!
They fighted death. They did everything they could. I gotta tell you, they lost the battle...
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Herėn e fundit ėshtė Redaktuar nga lovely : 29-09-11 nė 13:11
Tonight, the subject is death!
You might say; Again?
Well, it is a part of us. It is the only thing that is certain.
What makes me think so much of death?- you might be wondering.
Well, everytime it comes around sneaking and takes someone away from us.
Someone we know, or someone we don`t.
Some genius or just a poor neighbour.
Some child out there somewhere, or someone i met on a internet.
Someone of my people or many people from a bomb explosion,
Noe i`ve said that i`m used to death now. I`ve seen the face of death so many times.
I would like to share one experience with you.
At work, this man came in. He rode to the hospital.
After a day of examination , the doctor came in, and told him;
You have got this awful disease. There is no healing. So what we are gonna do with you, is that we are gonna stop giving you anything at all, beacuse you are not going to get well. Now, it is only going one way. You are going to die tomorow.
I`ll never forget the look on this man`s face. He swallowed once, closed his eyes, and whispered; it`s ok.
I couldn`believe my own ears. I ran out, went to the toilet, and i cried like a child.
They stopped giving him anything. Even food.
Later on that day, i asked him if he was hungry. Yes - he replayed.
I took a bowl of soup and a glass of juise, I sat next to his bed and fed him.
We talked about life. I never mentioned once the death. I asked him a lot of question. The one with happy answeres. I wanted him to remember only his good and happy times.
When we were done, and before i left, i asked him; How are you doing?
He looked at me for a while and said; I am good when you are here!
The look on his face while saying that, i will never forget that either!
Next time i went to job, he was gone..
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I missed you tonight. That made me wanna see your pictures.
So that`s exactly what i did.
You look so alive, darling. All those times, we spent together, comes and goes life a flash before my eyes. I remembered when you just sat there, stared at me, and said nothing at all.. I now know that that`s when you said most..
You left really early, leaving this huge emptyness behind you.
What do i do with that?
They say; time heals. I am not so sure about that.
Life goes on. We keep doing everything, just like before, but this empty feeling in this empty room, is eating my heart up, from inside.
Just wanted to let you know, you are being missed.
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*I keep your heart.. I keep it in my heart!*
Herėn e fundit ėshtė Redaktuar nga lovely : 23-10-11 nė 18:23
My mum told me that I'm the best gift she`s got in her life. She has also said that every time she wakes up in the morning, I'm the first thing that comes to her mind and then she gets happy in her heart and feel very lucky because she has me. There's plenty more she has said but I will not say it all because it takes many many pages .. And every time she says things like that to me I get sooo happy and smiles a big smile.
I'm only 6 years old and I am in first grade. I am fortunate to have a teacher that I like and think she is really good. We are a lot of 6-7 year olds in our class. We're very different, but most of us are very curious and ask a whole lot. Sometimes we forget to raise our hand as well. At times we may be troubled. I am aware that it can sometimes be a bit too much for our teacher. Just because she can not respond to 15 six-year-olds at the same time.
Because of that, I will gladly help you to help us so we all have a good day.
-As I said many times now, I'm 6 years. I like attention and it does not hurt with a whole lot of love either! I need it. That is also a need No. 3 on the pyramid Maslow made the long, long time ago.
- And love , i find it in a lot of things, but most of all in the way you talk to me. I can not explain exactly how, but I notice it. I find love in the way you come to me and help me when i need your help. When you caress my hair, my hand or my back. When you take the time to talk with me about things that are not important to you at all but you do it for my sake. Now, I know we are many children, you have a job to do and you can not do all these things with me all day, but once in a while. It does not take long and it makes me feel I am being seen and heard. I like it when adults say something nice to me. Imagine if all adults had thought about it and said something nice to us every day, then I think we had lived on it all day. It doesn`t need to be much, but such small things as: how nice your hair looks today, cool sweater you had, so good you were at this and that .., it takes what? 4 seconds to say it to each of us, and together let's say it takes 4-5 minutes a day. But it enhances everything we do throughout the day.
I have heard the adults say, It's much better to prevent than to cure.
- It also happens that I do things I should not, things that are not so nice to do, even stupid things. Sometimes I do it just for fun, I think it's fun because some of my friends laugh at it and then I think, they liked it, they'll like me and they are going to want to play with me even more if I'm doing even crazier things, and so it happens that someone gets hurt because of what I have done. Then I being approached. Perhaps it would have been a good idea that they were trying to find out first what the real reason was for what happened, also work with it instead of being angry and "attack" me. Because sometimes I think just to play and it happens accidentally. Do not think that I want others to get hurt because of me. I would never hurt anyone intentionally. On the contrary, I like to help others. I also like it when the adults ask me to do things because then I know they have confidence in me. We are learning to be confident in ourselves, so things can also happen if there are such situations where I do not know quite what to do. (Uncertainty, insecurity).
It would also be nice if they were a little more patient with me because I can not quite put into words everything. When they ask "why" , I do not know quite what to say and I have to say anything since they ask so many times, and then it's easy to say "because". Then, you know, they become a little irritated. That is when i feel that the whole world is against me, I feel like I just do stupid things, that I am mean.
I feel I must since everyone around me expects it .. ("Children lives up to expectations"). I become sad if I get "shut up" in front of my friends. They use it against me later on and I get blamed for everything. Even when I'm not to the place at all. It makes me feel pain inside me.
-I am trying to learn to think about the consequences of what I do before I do it, but sometimes I forget it. And when that happens I would like you to remind me of it, in a friendly way. That is when it enters, othervise when adults are "attacking" me, then I feel that they do not understand me, and it is so easy for me to take on the sassy-cool mask. That's when the alarm turns on inside my head and then I hear nothing of what they say. So it does not help me much. Sometimes you know when there are small things, so it is perhaps a little idea to try to ignore it. Collusion is not so stupid maybe, like eks. if I get very restless in class, we can have an agreement that I go out and run a lap around the school so that I get to use some of my energy, because you know I have a lot of energy and I would like to use it properly way, but then I need the help of adults, in that way it is not beyond all others around me.
-Please, I am learning in this world, think of it, I can a loooot less than a drop. ("What we know is just a drop, what we don` t is an ocean, "Isaac Newton.)
-I am sure you know all this, I will just remind you of it, exactly the same way how I need to be reminded of things every time it needed, until one day when I will be a big boy and be proud of all who have taught me, among others my first teacher.
"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around." Leo Buscaglia.
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Herėn e fundit ėshtė Redaktuar nga lovely : 26-10-11 nė 19:32
Is it the drinking? Dancing? The music? Fun?
I`m having contact with those amazing feelings..
I think i better be back, so i don`t say anything i shouldn`t. ;D
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While his wife is out,a man decides to paint their wooden toilet seat.The wife comes home earlier than he expected,runs in for a pee and gets the toilet seat stuck to her arse.She's really pissed off and demands her husband drive her to the doctors.
She steps out of her knickers and puts on a large overcoat to cover the seat and when they get to the doctors,the husband lifts the back of the coat,shows him his wife's arse and says to the doctor, "Have you ever seen anything like this?"
"Well,yes I have."replies the doctor."But not framed!"
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A TRUE STORY AND CONSIDER THIS IN THE UPCOMING NEW YEAR!
I went to the party and remembered what you said. You asked me not to drink alcohol. So I drank a Sprite. I felt proud of myself, as you said I should feel. You said I should not drink and drive, contrary to what some friends told me. I made a healthy choice and your advice was correct, as all you give me forever.
When the party finally ended, people began to drive without being able to do so. I went to my car with the certainty that he would return home in peace. I never imagined what awaited me, Mom. Now I'm lying in the street and I hear the policeman say: "The kid that caused this accident was drunk." Mom, his voice seems so distant. My blood is spilled everywhere and I'm trying with all my might not moan. I can hear the doctors say, "This girl is going to die." I have the certainty that the young man, who ran at full speed, decided to drink and drive, and now I have to die.
Why do people do this, Mom, knowing that this is going to ruin many lives? The pain is cutting me like a hundred knives. Tell my sister not to cry, tell Daddy to be strong. And when I go to heaven, I'll be watching for you all. Someone should have taught that boy is wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents would have said, I would not be dying now. My breath is getting weaker, more and more. Mom, these are my last moments and I feel so desperate. I wish I could hug Mom, while I'm lying here dying. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, Mom. So .. I love ... y. .. goodbye ... "
(These words were written by a reporter who witnessed the accident).
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