Quotes added on Monday, August 18 2014

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Love isn't something you plan for
No matter how often or how little you may try to do so
I learned that the hard way

I never wanted love
I honestly thought the whole idea was stupid and overrated
But God, the way he made me feel

I was on top of the world
Yet I was still buried under it
I had everything
But nothing at all

And somehow, I started to think that love may not be such a bad thing afterall
That I was wrong about it

I was tricked by the deception that was love
Trapped in our heavenly ephemeral infinity

Until one day
It was gone
And so was he

And I realised how blinded I really was
And I wished that love was something you could plan for
So that I could have planned for it to never happen to me

You can Live in your Cave or Dance to your Grave.-RVM

Remember when I asked for your opinion?
Yeah, me neither.

 A girl and a guy were speeding at 100 mph on a motorcycle... Girl- Slow down, I'm scared. Guy- No this is fun. Girl- No it's not. Please, it's too scary! Guy- Then tell me you love me. Girl- Fine, I love you, Now slow down! Guy- Now give me a big hug. ---(Girl hugs him) Guy- Okay, can you take my helmet off and put it on? it's bugging me. In the paper the next day: A motorcycle has cashed because of a brake failure. Two people were on the motorcycle but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his brakes weren't working, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he made her say I love you, give him one last hug, and put on his helmet so she would live even though he knew he would die.

I was walking around when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his 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.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She 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 around. 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 himself. 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 didn'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 of mind 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 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.