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Joined Apr '12

FAKE VS. REAL

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what’s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it

Month One:

Mommy,I am only 8 inches longbut I have all my organs.I love the sound of your voice!Every time I hear itI wave my arms and legs.The sound of your heart beatis my favorite lullaby...

Month Two:

Mommy,today I learned how to suck my thumb.If you could see me,you could definitely tell that I am a baby.I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.It is so nice and warm in here...

Month Three:

You know what, Mommy?I'm a boy!I hope that makes you happy.I always want you to be happy.I don't like it when you cry.You sound so sad,It makes me sad tooand I cry with you even thoughyou can't hear me...

Month Four:

Mommy,my hair is starting to grow.It is very short and fine,but I will have a lot of it.I spend a lot of my time exercising.I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toesand stretch my arms and legs.I am becoming quite good at it too...

Month Five:

You went to the doctor today.Mommy, he lied to you.He said that I'm not a baby.I am a baby, Mommy, your baby!I think and feel.Mommy, what's abortion..?

Month Six:

I can hear that doctor again.I don't like him.He seems cold and heartless.Something is intruding my home.The doctor called it a 'needle.'Mommy what is it? It burns!Please make him stop!I can't get away from it!Mommy! HELP me..!

Month Seven:

Mommy,I am okay.I am in Jesus' arms.He is holding me.He told me about abortion.Why didn't you want me, Mommy..?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped...

Two more eyes that will never see...

Two more hands that will never touch...

Two more legs that will never run...

One more mouth that will never speak...

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried, post this in your profile.

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 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

You will feel guilty if you choose number two.

If you have any form of autism, copy and paste

If you get perfect scores on everything to do with biology, copy and paste

If you dislike politics, copy and paste

If you have a library with more than a thousand books, copy and paste

you say jonas brothers, i say Blink 182

you say britney spears, i say Green Day

you say miley cyrus, i say Linkin Park

you say Backstreet boys, i say Sum 41

you say justin bieber, I say Two Steps from Hell

you say pop, i say rock/punk

92% of kids have turned to rap or pop

If your one of the 8% still listening to real music copy and paste this

Did you know the average person only reads three books per year? If you do not even believe it is possible to read that little, copy and paste this to your profile

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