lashawn12
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Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60-seconds and repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves
"When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.?
all-star cheerleading
Has anyone ever taken the chance to ask a cheerleader why...why
we spend hours and hours at the gym instead of
watching your favorite t.v. shows. Girls don’t go to cheerleading
because it’s fun. Why beat up your body until you have
bruises all over, why yank your leg past your
head so hard you can barely walk the next day. Ask any
cheerleader, most of them will tell you they hate it, but their
life wouldn’t be anything without it. Why listen to a billion
different songs just to find that perfect piece of music, why
travel long distances, sleep all of 3 hours
before you compete It’s what they live for. Why
go to the gym every day when its bright and sunny instead of
going to the beach, why pressure yourself to remember a million
moves and be expected to be perfect every time you perform, why
put on a gazzilion pounds of hairspray even
though it destroys you hair. They live for the undefined amount
of bruises, tape, calluses, sit-ups &;
practices. Why do they seem so quiet at school and yet
have enough presence to light up a stage or be crazy, why do they
seem to care so much about such small details. They live for
practicing the routine countless times. For
anyone who isn’t a cheerleader, its hard to comprehend. They live
for certain types of music that pretty much no one else
understands. To try and explain anything about competition or
cheering in general is like talking to a redneck in Chinese. They
live for walking past another team and seeing the fear in
their eyes. They don’t have the memories of hanging out
with friends in hotel rooms, or practicing with
the best, or going places you never thought you would get to go,
or being on stage with everyone’s eyes on you.
They live for the competition, the
friends, the practices, the
memories, the pain, and the
strangers who became a family. For all those who
are cheeerleaders, cherish the good with the bad... do it because
you love to and it makes you happy, not because you need to prove
yourself to anyone, because few people can understand a
cheerleader... we do all of these things because its our lives
and we enjoy it, we cheer because we love. Even
with the rush of nervousness, they live for it. It’s who they
are. It’s who I am.
We stand together in support of our team united, committed, one
motive one dream.We don’t use a bat, a ball, or a net, just
determination, and muscle, endurance, and sweat. So don’t
call us ditzy, and don’t call us cute, lose the misconceptions,
seek out the truth.
Our spirit is endless, our hearts filled with pride, please look
past the stereotype and see the athlete inside.
I <33 to CHEER
The Road To Success Is Not Straight.
there is a curve called failure,
a loop called confusion,
speed bumps called friends,
red lights called enemies,
caution lights called family,
flats called jobs.
but if you have a spare called determination,
an engine called perseverance,
insurance called faith,
a driver called Almighty God,
you will make it to a place called success.
who she is sometimes i think i don't kno`
her && sometimes i wish i did. there is a
story in her eyes ;; lulabies & qoodbyes
when she's lookinq back at me i can tell
that she is hurtinq inside - - x0o <3
'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.'
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'
A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two
groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)
The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
why try to grow up too fast because of some boy?
why waste all your money on designer clothes,
when the other brands work ( j u s t f i n e ? )
why turn your face orange with makeup?
why where shirts that don't cover your chest
and shorts that are three inches long?
why do you need a serious relationship;
when you're only, what 12 through 16?
I promise, you're not gonna marry him.
Live it up while you can, cause one day
you're gonna look back and be happy you did.
the whole thing
<3
I get up everyday like
things are alright.
I pretend I don't care.
I have late night text convos.
I still prank call people.
People call me fat.
My comeback is "your mom."
I'm so blonde I fall up
the stairs.
I eat ice cream like it's
crack.
I have a heart that wouldn't
like being broken.
I make a big deal out of it
if a song sounds like it's
saying my name.
People think it's alright to smack me,
until I smack them back harder.
I get P.M.S. like any other girl
let's not make a big deal out of it.
I hate being messed with.
I could take down our schools best
wrestler on my worst day.
I think my life's unfair most of the time,
but in the end...
I realize how lucky I am to have a family.
To not be out on the streets.
I have tons of friends who i wouldn't
trade for anything.
People talk about me behind my back;;
it's middle school.
Everyone talks about everyone.
I am very loyal.
I put this under inspirational because
I closed my eyes and started clicking.
I know what it feels like when you
stay up at night holding in all the tears.
I made a Twitter cause I saw it on Youtube.
I never use it anymore.
I have about 5 "Tweets"
I think Shawn Dawson is hilarious.
I have never seen Napolean Dynamite.
I love The Wedding Singer.
I've never seen the Notebook.
But that's alright...
Because I'm sure someone out there
is the same way.
Normal.