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if yall want to know how i feel w/ the parents.....read this:
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5-year
Old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child
Used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the
Next morning and said, "This is for you, Mommy."
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her
Anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty.
She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner "Don't you know, young
Lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
Something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Mommy, it's not empty! I
Blew kisses into it until it was full."
The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms
Around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her
Thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it
Is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years
Of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems
She would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember
The love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a
Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,
Family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession
Anyone could hold.
if anything...i get punished for no reason and i have to almost literally slap them in the face to make them realize that they were wrong. and sometimes friends are just the same. damn......my life is so screwed up at christmas.
now listen to this selfish bastard:
Several weekends ago, I was rushing around trying to do some shopping. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, unseasonably cold, and wet in the parking lot.
As I was loading my car up, I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to th mall entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full-time jobs, She made very little to support her large family.
Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy her children some presents (since she didn't manage to get them anything on their birthdays). His mother had dropped off the young boy on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home.
He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked. The boy said, "I did." "And nobody came to help you?" I queried.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help. So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.
ooooo! i want to punch him in the head! and just so you know....i was referring to the little boy as me.
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The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5-year
Old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child
Used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the
Next morning and said, "This is for you, Mommy."
The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her
Anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty.
She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner "Don't you know, young
Lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
Something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Mommy, it's not empty! I
Blew kisses into it until it was full."
The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms
Around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her
Thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it
Is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years
Of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems
She would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember
The love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a
Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,
Family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession
Anyone could hold.
if anything...i get punished for no reason and i have to almost literally slap them in the face to make them realize that they were wrong. and sometimes friends are just the same. damn......my life is so screwed up at christmas.
now listen to this selfish bastard:
Several weekends ago, I was rushing around trying to do some shopping. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the weather right then. It was dark, unseasonably cold, and wet in the parking lot.
As I was loading my car up, I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to th mall entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly educated and worked two full-time jobs, She made very little to support her large family.
Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to buy her children some presents (since she didn't manage to get them anything on their birthdays). His mother had dropped off the young boy on the way to her second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to take the bus home.
He had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked. The boy said, "I did." "And nobody came to help you?" I queried.
The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head. "How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"
I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry for help. So I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.
ooooo! i want to punch him in the head! and just so you know....i was referring to the little boy as me.
http://www.GlitterMaker.com/index.php?imageText=MAB and RLE