Ok...A guy that doesnt know alot of english walks by protesters and the protesters say"Yes yes yes!"so the guy say"yes yes yes."then he walks by a restraunt with everyone inside saying"forks and knives forks and knives."so the guy says"foks and knives forks and knives"then he sees tv and watches a commercial.Well the lady on the commercial said"plug it in plug it in."so he said that also.then he passes a dead man.The police ask the guy"Did you kill this man?"Well the guy says"Yes yes yes!"then the police say"with what??"the guy says"forks and knives forks and knives."Then the police say"...WEll...We are gonna have to put u in the electric chair!"then the guy says"Plug it in plug it in!"
One morning at my going away party someone very special gave me a wrapped music box with a card taped to it. The card was said:
"I am giving you this little music box for when you get in a tragic moment of sadness.It's music will fill your heart of warmth, as it did for myself. My family has passed down this tradition from generation to generation.I recieved this special box. Handmade myself. Engraved thy name."
Love with all, Rebekah L.
I was touched by this gift. I teared that night. She is the closest friend I ever had... Until a day of tragic had struck. My husband, died of cancer. Things got worse. My daughter died. Just how her father did. I called Rebekah. Right then, the door bell rang. A police officer. He said:
"Anna. Anna Raye. Rebekah Sierra... got in an accident. She has gone into a coma. She is in the Red Cross Hospital. East Wing. I would like to know if you would like to come with me."
I dropped the phone and ran passed him into his car. Leaving him behind. I arrived and ran in. Sliding and slipping on the oiled floor. Rushing people out of the way. I arrived at the room, I held my breath and stood in silence as the moniter went blank. I dropped to my knees in suffering pain. I kneeled down to her and held her hand. I stood there in tears. Saying Why? Everything happens for a reason... And as I held her hand I realized, This is the beginning of an adventure. There I lay and stayed there crying. As a warmth on my shoulder touched me. An angel. Rebekah. She wispered to my ear, "To die, would be an awfully big adventure. And It had just started." I was given the box by her. "Do not open. Only open it whenever you need me." The voice wilted away. I wiped a tear that fell on the box. I got home. (This time not with a cop's car.) And I thought of what Angel said. So I opened the box, and there I saw memories. A picture of us, a bracelet, a trading card we used to collect, a picture of the guy we both liked in High School, and lay at the bottom, was carved, I am going to die soon, But remember, To die, would be an awfully big adventure. I will always be in this little box.... Then when I closed it a different name appeared on the front. Not mine but Rebekah and Anna Forever. Rebekah changed it. But she stayed there. She stayed with me...To die, would be an awfully big adventure.
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This is a true story about animal abusers that I heard in the news one day, and it touched my heart. I am forever against animal abuse. My opinion? There is no such thing as a punishment too harsh for someone who abused an innocent animal. ~ ------------------------------------- A cute little puppy I am (or was) Just a bundle of sweet soft fuzz The world smelled so beautifully As I was born as number three. But taken into a cold harsh world, My darkened future then uncurled. I strangled in the smell of paint My nose itchy, my thoughts faint. The essence of hatred lingered close As I was stuffed an overdose Of poison paint that filled me up As they fed me, cup by cup. When I was full, no more would fit, They forced me up, I tried to sit, But as you know, an oven???s too small For even me to fit at all. So there I lay, tired and beat, As they turned the dial and added more heat I panted, cried, and clawed the walls And did all I could so my death was stalled But I was alone, filled with dread For many minutes until I finally was dead. My spirit filled the room and saw The laughter of three boys so tall. They opened it up and pulled me away But in this deathtrap I couldn???t stay. So up I went, my spirit soared Into the night sky as rain poured. I landed in heaven above every cloud But still I heard their laughter loud. It rang in my ears, bounced in my mind, And forever it scarred me from all mankind. Never again would I rest in peace. The maniacal laughter would not cease. And I never would live to see the day When people like this would go away. ------------------------------------- ~ Will these people ever go away? No. They will always be here. There will never be a day when three teenage boys somewhere aren???t torturing a puppy. Were animals put on earth just so we could abuse them? Was this their purpose? And could the only punishment for this be jail time? Is this enough to earn back a dead animals life??? SPEAK YOUR MIND. TELL PEOPLE. ANIMAL ABUSE IS WRONG. THERE ARE SICK PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD. I hope I die before animal abuse gets any worse. I don???t want to live to hear any more of this madness. ~
Please copy and paste this to your blog if u have a heart.
I listened to your feelings. I heard what you had to say. I thought you wanted me to stay. You sold me to a stranger and didn't say good-bye. He left me outside and didn't even play. He didn't come out to feed me. I had almost no water. He came outside to beat me, I do not know why. He drove me to the woods and left me there to die. I really miss you, mom. I didn't want to go. I hope you remember me as the days go by. I look down at you and smile happily as I see you and your new family playing with a different pet. I hope everybody will try to stop animal abuse so they don't end up like me. STOP ANIMAL ABUSE!!!!
