Hello!!! I love to read, write, swim, ski, and many other things.

"No day shall erase you from the memory of time."

Amazing Fanfiction Friends -who deserve an award- Go check them out!!!!!!

ImpossibleThings12- She writes amazing stories, and is always there for you if you need her! (And she always, always, always reviews my stories, which I find amazing.)

Booknerd22202- I have known her since I first came to the PJO fandom. She is an amazing friend/writer, and we have four stories together! Feel free to check them out! They're on her profile! :D

KoalaLover-ABC-123- Wonderful writer, and super awesome friend! She leaves THE most inspiring reviews!

LibbySlaysTheUniverse- Really cool and has awesome stories! I think we wrote a story together once, but it never got posted...

collapsar/WiseGirlGeek- writes awesome, awesome stories! She has really cool ideas, and we once wrote a story together.

*The ones in italics are people who left fanfiction.

A Quiet Death

Biting your tongue

so the words don't slip out.

The taste of copper,

sharp in your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts"

the saying goes,

but they could never afford

the words buried below.

Sentenced to silence,

laid in unmarked graves,

as you're slowly murdered

by the things you don't say.

-John Mark Green

PJO/HOO 20 Questions: {1/1/28}

1. Percabeth or Prachel? Percabeth.

2. Favorite guy character? Travis Stoll.

3. Favorite girl character? Piper.

4. Favorite God? Hermes.

5. Favorite Goddess? Either Athena or Artemis.

6. Zeus, Poseidon or Hades? Poseidon.

7. Do you like blue cookies? Of course!

8. Would you join the hunters? Eh. Probably not.

9. Archery or sword fighting? Sword fighting, because I'm terrible at archery, and because it looks fun.

10. Iris messaging or Hermes express? Iris message.Sorry, Hermes.

11. Favorite minor God/Goddess? Persephone.

13. Least favorite? Idk, actually...

14. Would you live year round at Camp Half-Blood or just go in the summer? Most likely just summer, because I'd miss my family and friends.

15. Favorite couple(s)? Tratie and Percabeth!

16. Are you a demigod? I don't think so...

17. Who would be your parent? Probably Athena or Hermes.

18. Favorite minor character(s)? The Stoll Brothers! Or George and Martha.

19. Ethan or Luke? Ethan. I'm sorry, but Luke is kinda annoying...

20. Favorite monster? The giant crab!

Hi, Mommy.

I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. ... Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy.

Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?

You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?

I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.

...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sad. I love you, Mommy.And I'll never stop.Promise.

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, repost.

There are so many people who have never been to see a musical or play, and so many high and middle schools who focus more on sports than the Arts. If we didn't have arts then there would be no TV, because we wouldn't have actors, and no TV means no movies. Theater, Dance, Band, Acting, Singing, and the rest of the Arts are a important part of our community too! Support the Arts! If you agree that the Arts should be supported and appreciated just as much as sports are then add your name to the end of this and post it on your profile, please. Thank you! / Theater Geek / Lara The Dark Angel / MoonlightSpirit / sardellihalas/weathergirl17248/ lunarchroniclesandcockatiels

Have you ever noticed, that, in modern American society...

- everyone preaches tolerance, unless you believe the Bible?
- everyone has the right of free speech, unless they express something Biblical?
- we're all supposed to love each other, but when Christians tell someone (lovingly) that their sin will send them to hell, we are classified as a hate group?
- trees and animals' lives are treated as equal to humans, but a baby in it's mother's womb is murdered (Yes, abortion is murder!) every 20 seconds?
Wake up, American Christians! Our rights are being taken away! Revelation 3:1-3 "To the angel of the church in Sardis write: He who has the seven Spirits of God and the seven stars, says this: ‘I know your deeds, that you have a name that you are alive, but you are dead. 2 Wake up, and strengthen the things that remain, which were about to die; for I have not found your deeds completed in the sight of My God. 3 So remember what you have received and heard; and keep it, and repent. Therefore if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what hour I will come to you.
Copy and paste this into your profile if you agree with this and add your name to the list, Jesus' girl 4ever, lunarchroniclesandcockatiels

Star Wars Movies: Best to Worst

1. The Empire Strikes Back
2. Revenge of the Sith
3. A New Hope
4. Return of the Jedi
5. Attack of the Clones
6. The Phantom Menace

If I was in Star Wars as a Padawan, I would want Anakin Skywalker to be my master. (If you agree, put this on your profile)

If you have siblings that drive you crazy copy and paste this into your profile

If you think you have too many of these "copy and paste this into your profile" thingies, but have no intention of stopping now, copy and paste this into your profile.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing

ORGANIZED PEOPLE are just too lazy to LOOK FOR THINGS.

It’s okay if you disagree with me. I can’t force you to be right.

If you say GULLIBLE slowly it sounds like ORANGES

You because you think it is a joke. I laugh because you think I'm joking.

Sometimes, I pretend to be normal. But then it gets boring, so I go back to being me.

Sometimes, a person just needs a sympathetic pat... on the head... with a hammer...

I didn't slap you. I just high-fived your face.

Whoever said nothing is impossible never tried slamming a revolving door

This poem is really touching so please read it.

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileup

On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about

'And blood was everywhere,'

'The sirens screamed out eulogies,'

For death was in the air.

'A mother, trapped inside her car,'

Was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'

She fought to loose her pinned hands;

'She struggled to get free,'

But mangled metal held her fast

In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused

'On where the back seat once had been,'

But all she saw was broken glass and

Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

'She did not hear them cry, '

'And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, '

'Oh, God, don't let them die! '

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

'But when they searched the back, '

'They found therein no little boys, '

But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad

'And was traveling alone, '

'But when they turned to question her, '

They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild

And screaming above the noise

'In beseeching supplication, '

Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

'Their jeans are blue to match.''

'One cop spoke up, ''They're in my car, '

And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there

'And gave them each a cone, '

Then told them both to wait for Mom

To come and take them home.

'I've searched the area high and low, '

But I can't find their dad.

'He must have fled the scene, '

'I guess, and that is very bad.'

'The mother hugged the twins and said, '

'While wiping at a tear, '

'He could not flee the scene, you see, '

'For he's been dead a year.'

'The cop just looked confused and asked, '

'Now, how can that be true? '

'The boys said, ''Mommy, Daddy came '

'And left a kiss for you.'' '

He told us not to worry

'And that you would be all right, '

And then he put us in this car with

'The pretty, flashing light. '

'We wanted him to stay with us, '

'Because we miss him so, '

'But Mommy, he just hugged us tight '

And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand

'And told us not to fuss, '

'And he said to tell you, Mommy, '

'He's watching over us.'

The mother knew without a doubt

'That what they spoke was true, '

'For she recalled their dad's last words, ' ' I will watch over you.'

This message works on the day you receive it.

Let us see if it is true.

When I came out of my mother's womb,

I found myself in a delivery room.

All bloody and wet I repelled to the floor,

cut the umbilical and crawled to the door.

Cruise the ward and I'm a looking good,

baby little marine like I should.

Camouflage diaper, black baby shoes,

butter knife sword, baby dress blues.

Hum-v stroller, tricycle tank,

three diaper pins on my collar for rank.

Down the hall I heard some crying like heck,

walked right in called attention on deck.

I said listen up wimps I'm in command,

all your cryin' and sniveling I will not stand.

They said aye aye sir and I had it made,

I was commanding officer of the baby brigade.

"Stand up for what you believe in, even if it means standing alone"

- Andy Biersack

Fanfiction: Because 87% of all original endings suck.

Fanfiction: Because 95% of all plot twists are either predictable or stupid.

Fanfiction: Because my favourite characters always die.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes evil deserves to win.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes authors just don't know which of their own characters go together best.

Fanfiction: Because most authors aren't willing to write multiple versions of their stories just so we can see every possibility that arises.

Fanfiction: Because all stories shouldn't have an ending; there should always be another adventure.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes there's no one your age and gender who you can relate to.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes you want to be in that story yourself.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes you have no other way to express the ideas in your head.

Fanfiction: Because it's an escape.

OU MAY BE OBSESSED WITH STAR WARS IF: (from jedigal125)

... your favorite book of the Bible is Luke.

... you've memorized the Jedi code.

... you refer to children as 'younglings,' elevators as 'turbolifts,' and bathrooms as 'refreshers.'

... you have looked for Ewoks when entering a wooded area.

... you address your teachers as "Master."

... you have attempted to use a glowstick as a miniature weapon.

... when an object was out of your reach, you have extended your hand toward it and expected it to come to you.

... you wave you hand in front of you to open automatic doors.

... you have quoted lines from the Star Wars movies unintentionally.

... you have ever been surprised to open a refrigerator and find that the milk is not blue.

... you know how to write in Aurebesh.

... you have ever insulted someone by calling them 'sleemo.'

... you have painted or drawn a picture in which there are at least two suns in the sky.

...every time someone says the words "A long time ago," you have to finish it with "In a galaxy, far, far away..."

... you understand any of this.

37 ways to tick off Darth Vader (Adapted from AutumnLeaves03's profile.)

1. Call him Ani.

2. Tell him you've taken up podracing as a hobby. Ask him to give you lessons.

3. Ask him if he ever knew, "A cute senator from Naboo." If he says something or stays silent, say, "Ooh, Ani's got a girlfriend!"

4. Walk around tripping every other step. If he asks you what you're doing, say, "Mesa Jar Jar Binks!"

5. Imitate his breathing.

6. Steal his lightsaber and replace it with a hot pink one.

7. Blame it on Tarkin.

8. Show off your toaster that makes your toast shaped like his mask.

9. When he does something really evil, shake your finger and say, "Now, now, Ani, would your mother approve of that?"

10. Have emotional conversations with him. Bring up Qui-Gon.

11. Follow him around singing "I Know a Song that gets on Everybody's Nerves."

12. Ask him how he goes to the bathroom in that suit.

13. Paint his TIE fighter yellow.

14. Stare at him. When he asks you what you're doing, say that you can't see how an evil jerk like him could've ever been a Jedi.

15. Throw mashed potatoes at him.

16. Whistle in his ear. When he comes after you, hide behind a stormtrooper.

17. Poke his shoulder.

18. Call him an "evil creep with a dysfunctional family."

19. Tell him he looks like a droid.

20. Sign him up for a ballet class.

21. Make up words to the Imperial March (Vader’s Theme). Sing them whenever he enters a room.

22. Jab him with a stick.

23. Talk like Yoda all the time.

24. Ask him to play Battlefront with you. If he does, make him be the Rebels.

25. Tell him his mask looks stupid.

26: Ask him if he's seen Obi-Wan lately.

27: Stick refrigerator magnets to him.

28: Follow him around talking about the similarities between his life and Avatar: the Last Airbender.

29: Talk about how his life was like Luke's. Say, "It's almost like you're related!"

30: Tell him that you find his son attractive.

31: Ask him if he likes twins.

32: Whenever he gets close to you, pretend that you're being Force-choked. Loudly.

33: Have a loud conversation with a wall when he's nearby. If he asks you what you're doing, say that you're talking to Qui-Gon and that he's very disappointed.

34: Call him Dear Old Darthy, especially when you're near someone.

35: Ask him if he wants to buy some death sticks. Be sure to talk like that guy in the bar in Episode II who tried to sell some to Obi-Wan.

36: After doing number 30, tell him that you dumped Luke for Jabba the Hutt.

37: Tell him his Padawan snogged Lux Bonteri.

https:///p/dreamworks-disney-to-make-a-percy-jackson-and-the-olympians-heroes-of-olympus-cartoon-tv-series-tvpercy

When you're right, no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets. [I HATE it when that happens.]

When someone asks for a volunteer, I stand up and yell "I volunteer as tribute!!!"

Amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.

The newscaster is the person who says "Good evening" and then tells you why it's not.

Worst time to have a heart attack: during a game of charades.

It takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 muscles to smile, but only 4 to reach out and slap someone.

Don't knock on deaths door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.

Flying is not inherently dangerous- crashing is.

The trouble with real life is that there is no background music.

If everything seems to be going well, you obviously overlooked something

There is a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

I'm the kind of person who walks into a chair and apologizes.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with nonsense.

I believe in God the father almighty creator of heaven and earth. And in his son our Lord Jesus Christ, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pilate was crucified, died, and was buried, he descended to the dead and on the third day he rose again from the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. If you believe all of this too repost this on your profile. I bet half of you don't know what it means and the other half just plain don't want to repost it. (Reposted from Only1God)

Count every "F" in the following text:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE
RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC
STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...

HOW MANY?

THERE ARE 6 - no joke.
READ IT AGAIN !
Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's.

The reasoning behind this is the brain cannot process 'OF' (Seriously)

Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius.
Copy and paste it to your profile!

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

I'm the type of girl that manages to plan a whole world domination in History class.

A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws.

"We live in an age where pizza gets to your house before the police do."

You cry, I cry. You laugh, I laugh. You jump off a cliff, I laugh even harder!

-That, my children, is called a wall. But beware the wall is solid. Yes be afraid! Be very afraid for we cannot walk through it! Believe me children, for I have attempted this many times before.

-Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.

-Don't follow in my footsteps . . . I run into walls.

Whoever said that nothing's impossible obviously hasn't tried slamming a revolving door.

Whoever said "Words don't hurt" obviously hasn't gotten a hard-back encyclopedia thrown at his head before.

Behind every great man is a woman shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

I'm gonna live forever!...Or die trying.

Anyone else having trouble getting to Narnia?

Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.

Do not use an axe to kill a fly on your friends' head.

Do not walk behind me for I may not lead, do not walk in front of me for I will not follow. If you want to walk besides me, go for it, but don't expect a big reaction...

Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?

Give a person a fish, you feed them for a day. Give a person a computer, they'll order all their food online.

Growing old is mandatory . . . but growing up is optional.

If you're that person who checks their email every few minutes to see if anyone reviewed/favorite/alerted/PM'd you, copy and paste this onto your profile. It makes my day when someone does! (hint, hint)

The electric chair was invented by a dentist. If you are scared now more than ever of dentists by learning this fact, put this on your profile.

There are three kinds of people. Those who learn by reading, a few who learn by observation, and the rest who have to test the electric fence for themselves.

Hardest Job Ever: Working in a bubble wrap factory...Imagine the self-control needed!

If you've ever yelled at an inanimate object for not listening to you, copy and paste this into your profile.

If that inanimate object now hates you because you yelled at it, copy and paste this into your profile.

The Percy Jackson pledge:

I promise to remember Percy

Whenever I'm at sea

I promise to remember Annabeth

Whenever a spider comes at me

I promise to protect nature

For Grover's sake of course

I promise to remember Luke

When my heart fills with remorse

I promise to remember Chiron

Whenever I see a sign that says ''Free Pony Ride''

I promise to remember Tyson

Whenever a friend says they'll stick by my side

I promise to remember Thalia

Whenever a friend is scared of heights

I promise to remember Clarisse

Whenever I see someone that gives me a fright

I promise to remember Bianca

Whenever I see a sister scold her younger brother

I promise to remember Nico

Whenever I see someone who doesn't get along with others

I promise to remember Zoe

Whenever I watch the stars

I promise to remember Rachel

Whenever a limo passes my car.

I promise to remember The Stolls

when my home is beginning to unsettle.

I promise to remember Bekendorf

whenever I see someone working metal.

I promise to remember Silena

whenever a friend takes one for the team

I promise to remember Michael Yew

whenever I see a smile that gleams.

I promise to remember Briares

whenever I see someone playing hand games.

I promise to remember those lost in the Battle of the Labyrinth

whenever I see a cloth in flames.

I promise to remember those campers who fought against Kronos

whenever I see someone go against the odds.

Yes I promise to remember PJO

Wherever I may go

FANFICTION- UNITED NATIONS!! Has anyone else noticed how a lot of us get along and make friends on here and we can be from completely different countries? We're here making world peace on the INTERNET and we have all those ambassadors and senators and whatever struggling with it!! If you realize this (or read this and agreed) copy and paste this and add your name and country (country is optional) to the list. SPREAD THE PEACE!!: Naruto-fan-Okami-chan (USA), NaraTemari011 (Puerto Rico), Lala girl in Lalaland (USA), Kakashi Forever (England), ChiyoChiyamamoto (USA), Crazy-Monkey13 (USA) Mittensx7768 (USA), Darkness Incarnated (USA), monkeygirl77 (USA), Secret (Scotland UK), dragonswoe (England), awesomeninja09 (USA), lunarchroniclesandcockatiels (USA)

-If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile.

-IF Y0U C4N UND3R574ND 7H15 M355463 C0PY 17 4ND P4573 17 1N70 Y0UR PR0F1L3.

-If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

-If you have ever choked on air (or any other substance you thought impossible to choke on), copy this in your profile.

-If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If your profile is long, copy this onto it to make it even longer.

-If you have ever copy and pasted something copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you are part of the .0000001 percent of people who don't have a MySpace and Facebook, copy this onto your profile.

-If you have a lot of fanfic ideas in your head but are unable to bring yourself to write them, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you've ever tried to lick your elbow and knew that it was physically impossible, copy this onto your profile.

-If you actually take the time to read other people's profiles, put this in yours.

-If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation, put this on your profile.

-If you have your own little world, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you have a very wide range of interests, copy this onto your profile.

-If you have ever read a 250 pg book in less than one day, copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you squeal/nyah/make any high pitched noise after seeing something really, really cute, copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you know a video game/book/movie/anime/manga character or weapon that needs to exist, PLEASE copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word and you do at random moments, copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you have added the names of characters of any anime/game/ect. to your word dictionary because you were getting sick of seeing that stupid red squiggly line all over the place while writing fanfiction, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you're a fangirl and freakin' proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If you have a tendency to talk to your self, copy and paste this into your profile.-You post this in your profile with names of people who did this as well. (yay! Spread the...list!XD)

Stickbug11, Iris Princess 6-7, Waterfall13, SilverWaterBombadil (:3), hiddeninthelibrary, Queen Of the Hippocrates, Booknerds22202, lunarchroniclesandcockatiels

-Paste this onto your profile if you have nothing else to copy.

Try it without looking at answers-

1) Pick your favorite number between 1-9

2) Multiply by 3 then

3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3 (I'll wait while you get the calculator...)

4) You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number…

5) Add the digits together

Now with that number see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below :

1. Einstein

2. Nelson Mandela

3. Bill Nye

4. George Washington

5. Bill Gates

6. Gandhi

7. Brad Pitt

8. Hitler

9. lunarchroniclesandcockatiels

10. Hobo!

Now copy and paste this into your profile, and change your name in #9.

Never annoy a writer. She may put you in a book and kill you. BE WARNED!

Only some people can find the the error in this message

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z

So what's the error? In the first sentence there are 2 "the".

Weird how you haven't noticed until you read the answer... If you did get the answer on the first try you're a genius!!!

--Post this on your page if you're not embarrassed to tell others that you're a Christian.

When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.

When you open it, he collapses.

When he sees you reading it, he faints.

When he sees you living it, he flees.

And just when your about to re-post this, he will try and discourage you.

I just defeated him. Copy, & Paste this if your in God's Army (:

Copy and paste this into your profile if you are Catholic.

Pizza delivery is ranked as the 5th most dangerous job behind: military, police officers, stunt performers and firefighters...

Let's all go back to our first story. You'd signed up for your account and waited patiently for the waiting period before new users could post stories. And then, finally, you hit the post story button, and waited. Don't we all remember how excited we were when we checked the review count and see we'd actually gotten a review? We didn't even care if it was a three word "Good chapter, update." (even though we wished for more.) And as the reviews came in, you felt that smile creep across your face. The excitement (however small) you get when you see the review count go up is always enjoyable.

Are we really so cruel as to deny someone that feeling? It only takes five minutes tops. Join the revolution, take the pledge and paste this onto your profile.

I,lunarchroniclesandcockatiels, pledge to always try to thoughtfully review every chapter of every story I read. I pledge to raise the review count, one chapter at a time.

Quotes

"It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember."

-Anonymous

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's about learning to dance in the rain.

-Vivian Greene

If life gives you lemons make grape juice then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it.

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Number the stars, Huntress. Number the stars, eternal one. Number the stars, silver one... Seek what you will, find what you wish. Count yourself and your pain and your hatred and, most of all, count what you gave them, every one a beautiful, shining face in the night sky. Every scar you left upon them. Every blow that took their lives. Their deaths were your fault, blood on your hands, and so number the stars, the faces of everyone you have ever loved. Young one, number the stars.

Number the stars, goddess, and there you will find your own loving cruelty.
--Taken from a story: Number the Stars by Sister Grimm Erin and Neko Kuroban

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of
the trees.

"There's a light at the end of the hallway."

"I don't see it."

"That's because your eyes are closed."

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.

So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'

He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can : 1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.

Fiction isn't just stories.

It's seeing things that other don't.(Mortal Instruments)

It's standing up for what's right. (Hunger Games)

It's breaking through barriers. (The Maze Runner)

It's learning the truth of sacrifice. (Harry Potter)

It's discovering your inner hero. (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

It's accepting your destiny. (The Lunar Chronicles

An atheist professor of philosophy asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

Now the professor asks, "Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil," replies the student.

The professor grins knowingly.

"Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes, sir, I would."

"So you're good…!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er… yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God," he answers after a few moments.

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest, minus 458 degrees.

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.

"Sir, science can't explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from monkeys?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

This is a really sad poem someone wrote. I didn't write it though.

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

So, Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry and remember how blessed they truly are,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Goodbye"

Fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid.

Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a raserceh at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno’t mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset cna be a taotl mses and yuo cna sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the hmuan mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! Fi yuo cna raed tihs add tihs to yuor porflie!

If someone has ever said something to you that had nothing to do with your current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile

A true story

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. 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, Diane 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 raped 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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane 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 either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 percent of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 percent of the people that read this won't repost it?

Please repost this if you believe this is a true story.

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.

If someone put a gun to your head, asked if you believed in God, and told you they would shoot you if you said yes, would you say yes? If you would, copy this into your profile.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven

"I'm in Jesus's Arms."

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is 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 too
and I cry with you even though
you 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 toes
and 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's 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.

I am that girl,

The one who likes book more than boys.

The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy

The one who always wonders what she did wrong

The one who writes to escape

The one who just wants to help

The one that really wants to make a difference

The one that sticks to her values

The one that refuses to believe that this is it

The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow

The one who won't give in

The one won't give up

-by linguisticsrock, Copy and Paste if you can relate to this.

I am the girl, who is bullied for her talents.

I am the girl who is never understood.

I am the girl, who no one cares about.

I am the girl, who suffers everyday because she won't stop writing.

I am the girl who is used to school being torture.

I am the girl who closes the curtains to keep out the dark, not the light.

I am the girl who goes to school, no matter how bullied she is, because she likes learning.

I am the girl who won't give in to the endless hatred, all from the kids who she used to play with.

I am the girl who has one friend, but is okay with that.

I am the girl who is brave enough to stand up to bullies no matter what they do.

I am the girl who is intelligent enough to never believe a word bullies say.

I am the girl who is strong. So why bully me?

Not anymore I switched schools thanks to getting older

I made new friends

I learned to believe in myself

I learned to accept that people are haters and haters gonna hate... Thats totally their problem.

I made my peace with the people I once thought were my friends.

And I gave others a second chance.

Now I am the kind of girl who admits to being a nerd and has befriended some of the popular kids yet knows it's smarter to stay in there nice group of psychopaths where death threats are healthy and if you don't have food in your hair by the end of lunch you should be worried for your safety. Yet a year or two ago I would've jumped at the chance to sit with the popular's. This was my second chance may you find yours.

Copy and Paste this on your profile if you are this person (girl or boy)

How to tell you're an Author

1. Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.

2. You spend a long time coming up with your character's names

3. You often imagine your books becoming movies.

4. Spell check is your best friend.

5. You give even the smallest of characters a huge background.

6. You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.

7. You smile really big when your gonna finally write a character love scene.

8. You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.

9. You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.

10. You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.

12. Things that are written bad annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.

13. You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.

14. You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.

15. If your note writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.

16. You talk to yourself... constantly.

17. You forget what day it is when your writing.

18. When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away.

19. You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.

20. You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it.

21. When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas.

22. If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.

23. You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.

24. You dream about your stories.

25. You dream of new stories.

26. Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.

27. You tend to overthink everything.

This didn't happen to me, but it touched me, so here you are

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.

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