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December 2010
i dont even know what to say...
that may have been the most touching post i’ve ever read, like no joke.
i found a picture of us the other day. not one from eighth grade, but one from when we were little. it was so cute. i wanted to show it to you, but i was scared. i thought you hated me, and wanted nothing to do with me. i had really thought you’d forgotten i was ever in your life. i thought i would go the rest of my life without ever saying or hearing another word to/from you. whenever i hear or see something that makes me think of you or something we did together, i try and think of something else. because i thought since you forgot them, i should to. amd whenever one of us had a “tbh” status, and the other one liked it, we never knew what to say to eachother. it would be like “your pretty & nice” or something. but this is my real to be honest. whenever i go talk to christian, or anyone and you’re standing there..i feel so awkward. i get nervous& dont know what to say. but after you’re letter, it seems like you feel the same way.
and when everything happened last year…even though you never did anything mean, it probably hurt the most that you never said anything. but i dont want to make you feel bad. because after that letter, i think i love you again. not that i ever hated you, cuz i didnt. i just didnt wanna love someone who i didnt think loved me back. im kind of even scared to post this, but i shouldnt be. the apologies from everyone else came all at once. and none of them meant as much as the one from you. i wanna say so much more to you, but im like shaking as im typing…and i dont really know what else to say.
thank you so much. i love you.
me
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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
So touching. Love is what makes the world spin.
:(
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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
So touching. Love is what makes the world spin.
:(
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Leave an anonymous message in my inbox detailing:
- One thing you love about me
- One thing you hate about me
- One thing you want to say to me but can’t otherwise
what is your worst memory?
i have a couple,
the first one would definitely be my parents telling me they were splitting up. i cant even think about it.
the second:
last year.second semester it was the hardest thing i’d ever dealt with…i dont like to talk about what exactly happened on here though, but i’ll tell you what it did to me. lets just say, it took ALL of my confidence. like during curtains, i could have made so many friends. But, i was to afraid to talk to anyone because i had this fear that everyone hated me, even if they didn’t know me. i would wear sunglasses inside, in the rain, even at night sometimes just because i didnt want anyone to see the mole. it was too ugly. i felt like penelope. i still get flashbacks to it randomly. the anonymous messages, the mean looks, the texts, rally day. i know i act like i forgot about it, but it’s still there. i dont hate the people AT ALL. i dont even have resentment towards them. like seriously. im friends with a bunch of them! but still.
what is your worst memory?
i have a couple,
the first one would definitely be my parents telling me they were splitting up. i cant even think about it.
the second:
last year.second semester it was the hardest thing i’d ever dealt with…i dont like to talk about what exactly happened on here though, but i’ll tell you what it did to me. lets just say, it took ALL of my confidence. like during curtains, i could have made so many friends. But, i was to afraid to talk to anyone because i had this fear that everyone hated me, even if they didn’t know me. i would wear sunglasses inside, in the rain, even at night sometimes just because i didnt want anyone to see the mole. it was too ugly. i felt like penelope. i still get flashbacks to it randomly. the anonymous messages, the mean looks, the texts, rally day. i know i act like i forgot about it, but it’s still there. i dont hate the people AT ALL. i dont even have resentment towards them. like seriously. im friends with a bunch of them! but still.
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