a good ,and sad, read
 

It was the night before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket
to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw
all
the people there, I
started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I
still
have so many other
places to go.
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I
wish
I
could just lie
down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to
curse the prices,
wondering if the kids really play with such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5
years
old, pressing a doll
against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked
so
sad. I wondered who
this doll was for.

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 here for 5 minutes while she went
to
look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who he wanted to
give
this doll to. 'It is the doll
that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She
was
so
sure that Santa Claus would
bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after
all,
and
not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.
'No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to
give
the doll to my mother so that she can
give it to her when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while
saying
this.

'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy will also go
to
see God very soon, so I
thought that she could bring 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 asked him to wait until I
come back from the supermarket' Then he showed me a very nice photo
of
him
where he was laughing. He then
told me: 'I also want mommy to take this photo with her so that she
will
not 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 sister. Then he looked again at
the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the
boy.
'What if we checked again, just in case you
have enough money?' 'Ok' he said. 'I hope that I 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 yesterday
before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this
doll so
that mommy can 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 the white
rose.' 'You know, my mommy loves white roses'

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left. 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 2 days
ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there
was
one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady would
not
be able to come out of 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 lady had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I
went
to the mortuary where the body of the young
woman was for people to see and make a last wish before 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 crying, feeling that my life had been
changed forever. The love that this 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 drunken driver had taken all this away from him.

Yep.

Sad shit but it's not going to stop retards from drinking and driving...

hake:

That's sad. cry:

As if you took the time to write that. To lazy to read, make a summary of it.

Go fuck yourself coublacka you ignorant lazy fuckwit.

lol, i would if i could, but id much rather use SoLiDuS sister

[quote:46ca9]As if you took the time to write that. To lazy to read, make a summary of it. [/quote:46ca9]

Go get fucked up your stupid ass by six-cocks you fucking tard.

You are now my bitch.

YOU were the one who complained about getting caught for drunk-driving!

You should pay attention to the meaning of this story.

You Fucking Bitch.

Go get fucked up your stupid ass by six-cocks you fucking tard.

You are now my bitch.

YOU were the one who complained about getting caught for drunk-driving!

You should pay attention to the meaning of this story.

You Fucking Bitch.[/quote:d291a]

wow, though to many curse words for my taste,i have to agree with Tripper, you really have no compassion CoUbLaCk, i pity you for that.

Are you talking?

[quote:9b720]Are you talking? [/quote:9b720]

No, I'm typing, Skippy.

OMG, you made me so hot with that reply, let's go rent a hotel room, I want to have naked time with you.

I am not the author, I just saw it elsewhere and copied and pasted.
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Fuxing pissass drunk drivers.....

it had a good beginning, then they started talking about god, but then they stopped talking about god and it was good again.

[quote="Captain Bunny":a55a2]it had a good beginning, then they started talking about god, but then they stopped talking about god and it was good again.[/quote:a55a2]
hake:

Leave to an idiot to ruin a poignant moment. mwah: hake:

What. Just because i dont happen to agree that god exsists doesnt mean you have to shake heads at me.
It was a nice story.

Poignant ? Not really.

I got desensitized a long time ago: don't get me wrong, it IS a sad story
but shit happens. We aren't living for the best of everyone, we sure won't
change our way of life so everyone can live comfortably with lodging and
food, because that would mean no one would be better than an another
you know. Obviously, I'm just pulling shit out of my hat because we all know
that there aren't enough ressources for everyone to be happy. Yes, I was
being sarcastic...

Oops, I got stuck in my utopia again... carry on.

biggrin:

That's just sad...

[quote="Captain Bunny":3121b]What. Just because i dont happen to agree that god exsists doesnt mean you have to shake heads at me.
It was a nice story.[/quote:3121b]

hake:
This thread is not about expressing your belief in God or your opinion on God its about a boy who lost his mother in a car crash because of some drunk driver.
So if you want to make a debate about religion go make your own thread and rant all you want but in this topic.

Fucking pimp Drunk drivers! I shall smite them all the fuckwits. Grrrrr, i wish i had my False Wolf teeth with me right now... I'll rip their nuts off.

One night of drinking can cause a little girl, a mother and a whole family a lifetime. Shit, life is so very short. I guess we need to educate people better. Or smite them when they drink drive.

Where did you pull the story from man?

I say the police or any other para-military group should execute anybody who kills another human being. Unless, it is proven that is was accidental and/or self-defense. I gurantee you people will learn. Blood for blood.

I have a VERY sad story::
Its NOT mine, but here it is...


A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to do some Valentine's Day
shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the
weather right then.

It was dark, 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 the 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 Valentine's Day presents (since she didn't manage
to get them anything on Christmas).



The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, 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 made a run to my car.

Signed, Kenneth Lay, Enron CEO

I hate you.

Wolf thats some funny shit. retard.

that is sad cry:


& you CoUbLaCkA you stupid fuck. you just ruined a good thread you sack of cow shit. i hope you die in a firy car crash caused by a drunk driver.

Then they would have to be shot because they killed someone, and soon there wouldn't be a militia left, except for redneck in alabama.

[quote="Captain Bunny":ba709]What. Just because i dont happen to agree that god exsists doesnt mean you have to shake heads at me.
It was a nice story.[/quote:ba709]
Its one thing to dont beileve in God, but its another to make fun of him....