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  1. sad story
    4th Jan 2008 19:39
    16 years, 9 months & 27 days ago
  2. Another One Against Child Abuse
    2nd Jan 2008 19:55
    16 years, 9 months & 29 days ago
  3. Against child abuse
    23rd Dec 2007 19:51
    16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
  4. Do you believe
    23rd Dec 2007 19:46
    16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
  5. honor
    23rd Dec 2007 19:30
    16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
sad story
16 years, 9 months & 27 days ago
4th Jan 2008 19:39

Mum: come on Molly we have to get to the shops!
Molly: but mummy i want to stay home! Sesame Street is on telly!
Mum: Yes, well we really need to go to the shops so hurry along now.
Molly: ok mummy.
_______________________________ AT THE SHOPS.
Mum: ok now Molly i want you to stay right on this bench and dont you move even if i'm gone for a long time. ok?
Molly: ok Mummy. Mummy?
Mum: yes dear?
Molly: where are you going Mummy?
Mum: i'm going,er, SHOPPING honey. and Molly Sweetie,
Molly: yes mummy?
Mum: i want you to know that i will always love you forever and ever.
Molly: yep.
Mum: and watever happens, i'll always be in your heart?
Molly: okie dokie.
mum: goodbye Molly. i love you dear.
MOLLY'S MUM LEAVES WAVING GOODBYE.

Molly waits and waits there. two hours have passed. then four. and fianlly when Molly has been sitting there for seven hours a police man comes up to her.
Police man: are you Molly Davies?
Molly: um, i think so.
Police man laughs.
Police man (to himslef): poor little kid.
The Police man takes Molly up to the Police station. he talks on the phone for a long time.
Molly: um, 'xuse me mister?
Police man: yes?
Molly: um, i would, um, like to, um please-know-where-mummy-wented.
Police Man: listen Kid, i dont know how to put this to you but your mummy has left you. she feels that she's not resopnsible enough for you. see, your mother is an Alciholic.
Molly: wats ans allyolic?
Police man: an 'Alciholic' is a person who drinks alot of Alcihol.
Molly: wats Alceehol?
Police man: its a very bad drink adults sometimes consume, but see here, your mum drank far too much of it.
Molly: so now mummy's gone what happens to me?
Police man: well we'll have to find you a foster home of course.
_________________
Molly finds new Foster Parents soon after that. she was always showerd with love, attention, and belongings. but as Molly grew up into a woman, she wonderd, had her mother stopped loving her? or was it just the drinks? mabye she went phsyco? or prehaps she was adopted and she never really had a mum?! well she had to find some answers. so one night, when she just turned 22, Molly ran down to a local raideo staion and put out this message: Mum if your listening, its Molly here, yes, Molly Davies. where are you? do you miss me? if your listening then please meet me at the bench in the shops where you left me! and with that she raced down to the shopping center. an old lady who looked exremly poor was sitting on the bench. Molly sighed and sat down next to her and started crying.
Old Woman: Molly dear?
Molly: what?
Old Woman: oh molly its me! your mother!
Molly: oh, oh oh, Mummy!
the two were in eachothers arms crying.

The End.

if this touched your heart than post this in you blog.
if it didnt then post it anyway for anyone else who has emotions.


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Another One Against Child Abuse
16 years, 9 months & 29 days ago
2nd Jan 2008 19:55

Teddy, I've been bad again,
My Mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong,
But I thought that you might know.

When I woke up this morning,
I knew that she was mad;
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.

I tried my best to be real good,
And do just what she said;
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.

But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry;
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry.

'Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad,
And I should be ashamed!

When I said, "I love you, Mommy,"
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth.
Or I'd get smacked again.

So I came up here to talk to you,
Please tell me what to do;
'Cause I really love my Mommy,
And I know she loves me, too.

And I don't think my Mommy means,
To hit me quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How really big they are!

So Teddy, I wish you were real,
And you weren't just a bear;
Then you could help me find a way
To tell Mommies everywhere.

To please try hard to understand.
How sad it makes us feel;
'Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals!

And if we could make them listen,
Maybe then they'd understand;
So other children just like me,
Wouldn't have to hurt again.

But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there;
I know you'd never hurt me,
So Goodnight, Teddy Bear!

Post this in your blog if you are against child abuse!

Against child abuse
16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
23rd Dec 2007 19:51

It is sad,so get some tissues.


My name is Becky
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
And you can help.


Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem

Do you believe
16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
23rd Dec 2007 19:46

do u belive in God???

> >>> >a girl went to a party and
> >>> >
> >>> >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 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 both sides of
> >>> >
> >>> >her."
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
> >>> >
> >>> >you're
> >>> >
> >>> >never
> >>> >alone. Did you know that 98% of
> >>> >
> >>> >teenagers
> >>> >
> >>> >will not stand up for God?
> >>> >
> >>> >Repost this as (your city) if you truly
> >>> >
> >>> >believe
> >>> >
> >>> >in
> >>> >
> >>> >God..
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter
> >>>what
> >>> >
> >>> >"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in
> >>>front of my
> >>> >Father"
> >>> >
> >>> >STAND UP FOR HIM
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >98% wont post this
> >>> >
> >>> >
> >>> >are you part of the 2% that will????????
> >>> >
> >>> > Learn.Laugh.Share. Reallivemoms is right
> >>>place!
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honor
16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
23rd Dec 2007 19:30

-----///\\-----Please
----///-\\\----just take
---|||---|||---one
---|||---|||---minute to
---|||---|||---honor the people
----\\\-///----who
-----\\///-----have
------///\-----died
-----///\\\----from
----///--\\\---cancer

  1. sad story
    4th Jan 2008 19:39
    16 years, 9 months & 27 days ago
  2. Another One Against Child Abuse
    2nd Jan 2008 19:55
    16 years, 9 months & 29 days ago
  3. Against child abuse
    23rd Dec 2007 19:51
    16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
  4. Do you believe
    23rd Dec 2007 19:46
    16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago
  5. honor
    23rd Dec 2007 19:30
    16 years, 10 months & 8 days ago