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I Usually Hate Those Chain Mail Things But This Made Me Nearly Cry:

When you were 15,
Your mom came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16,
She taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17,
She was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18,
She cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19,
She paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus & carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25,
She helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50,
She fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on -YOUR HEART-.

{- Well, what are you waiting for? Don't make me -slap- you. Go on. Give your mother the love you -know- she deserves. <3 -}

-Tamer

Freakin Sad Story! ='(

I got this from someone else:


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 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 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever.. 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.



Now you have 2 choices:



1) Repost this message, or



2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

Interesting,Try it! <3

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