She came to camp that day as sick as she could be Her head was achy her back was breaky as far as i could see She is only 12 years old thats why i was scared When she told me that a doctor had her repaired She had went to a party 2 nights before As she went to get some dessert Her friend did not think she would get hurt Her friend went through the other door She dropped half a pint of alchohal into the cake What a terrible friend for holy sake My friend walked into the dining room She ate at least three She got home that day as sick as i could ever be She stayed up all night throwing up in the trashcan She could not eat anything her mother cooked on the pan Her face was pale she looked so bad All her pain made me sad She ended up at the doctors at 3 am that night He needed to check if she would be alright Thank gosh she was fine and only needed some pills She could have ended up in the kills ------------------------------------ She arrived at camp that day As sick as she could be When she told me the story It really frightened me.
I got this from someone else... It really touched my heart...
My name is diane i am 9 at the most I am telling you this story for i am a ghost This is what happened people shall say On that very depressing day;
When i was 8 i had no mom just a dad He used to scream and grow very mad He'd throw me against the wall but it woulden't hurt the way most of you would think My heart was hurting i loved my daddy so and all i wanted was for him to know I don't think he loved me cause he hurt me I guess he really just coulden't see;
One day he came home all tired and stressed I tried to make him happy i tried my very best But he kicked me and slapped me and said go away I stayed in my room I didn't know what to say;
I prayed to the lord and asked him to give my daddy my love How hard i tried i still got a push and a shove. One day later he was mad at me He hated the most today as far as i could see He pulled out a gun and forced me on the side So there would be no place for me to hide;
I cried 'i love you daddy' As loud as i could I thought that maybe i should It did not work and it became clear He hated me so is what i could see I glared at him in fear;
He pointed the gun right at my head He said it was time for me to be dead I turned away and heard the trigger being pulled It was clear that he was the one who ruled;
My name is diane I am the 9 at the most and that is why i am a ghost.
I AM THE 2%!!! a girl went to a party and she ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, She asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been beaten in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. She was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on both sides of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God? Repost this if you truly believe in God.. PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what "If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father" STAND UP FOR HIM 98% wont post this are you part of the 2% that will????????
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 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 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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message, or
