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MY FAVORITE COMICS!!!!!!

Dream*Scar http:///?id=1

Feywinds http:///comic/page.php?id=0

Girl Genius http:///comic.php?date=20021104

Erstwhile http:///fcd-00/#.U2wMNVc8FDI

Demon Aid http:///index.php?id=14

Blindsprings http:///comic/000

Delve (Rated R) http:///NewWP/comic/in-too-deep/

Namesake http:///comic/prologue-cover-3/

Happiness and Cyanide http:///comics/2720/

A Girlfriend Gave A Challenge To Her Boyfriend To Live A Day Without Her. No Communication At All And Said If He Passed It, She'll Love Him Forever. The Boyfriend Agreed. He Never Texted Nor Called His Girlfriend For The Whole Day Without Knowing, His Girlfriend Has Only 24 Hours Left Because She Was Dying Of Cancer. After A Day, He Excitedly Went To His Girlfriend, "I Did It Baby" But Tears Fell As He Saw His Girlfriend Lying In A Coffin With A Note Saying, "You Did It Baby. Now Please Do It Everyday, I LOVE YOU"

Girl : let's meet up I miss you alot.
Boy: Okay, later babe I'm drinking with my boys. Lets meet up around 12:00.
Girl: You started drinking again? /:
Boy: Yeah don't worry about me babe, I'll see you later though my phone battery is about to die.
*boy turns phone off* He continues drinking and loses track of time. At 2:35 he comes home to find his brother outside panicking. He says "A Hospital just called me your girl was shot to death. WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!"
* boys begins crying and turns phone on* last message from his girl.
1:45: I have been out by your house for a while now I guess your phone must have died. I'm leaving all I wanted to do was see you, but I hope you're having fun with your friends. Text me when you get home babe.. I Love
You.
1:55: babe some guys are following me I'm scared!
2:00: voice mail*
Babe I'm scared some guys are chasing me idk what to do.
* Shots go off * Silence

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 break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his breaks weren't working, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he made her say I love you, hig him on 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.

My dearest daughter,
I know you won’t come back, but I still believe that somehow you’ll find me. I can’t bare to think where you are. You could be with your friends warm and safe or you could be somewhere cold and wet. How could you expect me to tell you?
You were so pretty, in that purple dress your dad got you, with your long brown hair flowing down your back. Your black high-heels on. Yes, it was the first time you were going to a proper party; we didn’t want anything to ruin your night.
We gave you a lift in our small black BMW and dropped you off around the corner- you didn’t want people to see you being dropped off by mummy and daddy. We were going to pick you up at 11:30pm too; you begged to stay out later. I wanted you to be home by 10, but your dad persuaded me to let you out a bit longer.
You were 15 years old but still, in my eyes you were my baby, my little girl in her room playing with her dolls.
I remember when you were 12 and you came running into the kitchen, your face beamed full of happiness and joy; you squealed “I have a boyfriend!” Yes, it was your first boyfriend and you were so happy, then when it ended you were devastated. I tried my hardest to be there for you, really I did, but you were just so upset you didn’t listen to a word I said. I knew you would have lost more boyfriends and endured break-ups, but you were only little, you didn’t know what was going to happen to you as you grew up.
Then you found new friends and you didn’t care much for boys. You would go out for sleep-overs and trips to the shops and fun-fairs. Your life has been a good one, and now I feel like I should have taken you out places more often. You have always wanted me to take you to see your favourite band-Blink182, yes I remember the name! I remember when you were 9 years old and I was going to a concert to see Sting-you begged me to take you with me and so I did, and at first you hated it because we were sitting right at the back. When we went to the front you were dancing and singing even though you didn’t know the words. I do wish I had taken you to see Blink182 sooner. I was going to take you and three friends for your birthday. You can still go; I’ll be beside you if you need me.
When you started secondary school you were overwhelmed with joy. You met new friends and you were loving it. Then you got into the wrong crowd. You would make fun of people, and started to smoke and I regularly had to drag you from gutters, drunk, and your father and I did everything we could to stop you but you didn’t listen you didn’t want to. You had to find out for yourself. When that Annie came around and took your necklace you new you had to make new friends. Then you met Jennifer, such a nice girl she is, and I am so glad that you two are still best friends. When you came home and said Jack had invited everyone to his house party I wasn’t sure about you going, but I know you can look after yourself.
You spent ages getting ready on Saturday; you were so annoyed that you had nothing to wear, so when your father came home with a beautiful purple dress you were so happy.
I remember the first time you got a dress, it was a red one, and you loved it so much you wanted to wear it everywhere you went. I still have that dress at home.
As we were driving down the road to Jack’s house my stomach was turning all over. I knew I had to let you go , you’re not my little angel anymore – you’re older and more mature, I knew you could look after yourself but it’s a mother’s place to worry about her child. When the car stopped I could see you were nervous but dying to go. “We’ll be back here at 11:30” I said, probably more that once. As the car door shut o watched you walk towards his house.
Your father and I went back home and what felt like hours and hours where only minutes. I decided to do something to take my mind of things. When my phone rang and I saw it was you I started to panic, it was only nine- you had only been at the party for just over an hour. You begged me and your father to pick you up now. I could hear you trembling and crying. I got your father and we raced down the roads to Jack’s house. All I heard next were the screams and bright lights.
I opened my eyes. In a hospital. How could I tell you your father and I were in an accident and didn’t have much time left? Your father died straight away, he didn’t feel a thing, and I want you to know my darling that he loved you so very much. I don’t have much time my angel. I want you to know I love you with all my heart, and look after yourself. Don’t worry about us; we will see you again in another life time. Someday. I love you my darling, I have to go now. Good-bye my sweet, and never be afraid, I am here with you always.
Love your mother. X

Daughter-Mom, can i go to the mall?
Mom-No, i told you yesterday that you are grounded for a week.
Daughter- Mom, I hate you, you never let me do anything Daughter- Dad, where is mom at?
Dad-Sweetie I have some bad news.
Daughter-What?
Dad-Mom is really sick and she is in the hospital.
Daughter-WHAT! How come you didnt tell me! Is She going to be okay?
Dad-I dont know...
Daughter-Im going to see her.
Dad-Okay, tell her said hi, i have to go to work
Daughter-Okay, Bye! Mom-Hey sweetie...
Daughter-MOM, thank god your alright! I was so worried, are you going to be okay?
Mom-Yeah, i will...
Daughter- Good, i had auntie drop me off because i wanted to see you..
Mom-I know, she called me and told me you were on your way. You look tired, you need to get some rest.
Daughter-I'm not leaving, ill sleep right here next to you. Daughter wakes you to a beeping noise from the monitor. Doctors rush in through the door. Daughter-Whats going on?
Doctors drag her out of the room.
Daughter-What are you doing! Leave me alone! Get off of me! NOOOO! Mom, stop them, please! NOOOO! The mom died at 4:29 am. The last thing the daughter said to her mom, that her mom will remember, is "I Hate You"

This poor girl

This isn't about me. It is about my best friend. Her name was Karan. She ended up running away from her brothers and father. See her father abused her and her brothers beat her up. I remember her telling me once that her brothers raped her. I told her to tell someone, but she brought up a very important point... THERE IS NO ONE THERE TO LISTEN.

I did what I could. I gave her money, and shelter for the first couple of days. Then she told me something else... she was pregnant. I didn't know what to do. I told her that she could continue to hide out in my room... see my parents didn't think she was a "good influence" on me. So she did, and surely enough, she stayed for a short time.

I got a call about a week after she ran away from my house. She said she was having the baby, and she wanted me to come. I told her to call the ambulance or I will. She hung up, so I called one. Well, she went to the hospital, and had the baby 2 months premature. If that wasn't bad enough, the hospital found her dad and brother, and then called them down. I felt so bad cause I knew what was going to happen. But, there was nothing to do but wait.

Well, 2 weeks later she got to leave, with her dad. I remember her cell phone calling me, and over it I could hear her crying, and screaming for help. The switch of the belt... or something, and then it was silent... I freaked and didn't know what to do. Then her dad picked up, and told me that if I said anything he'd give me the belt next, and I wouldn't be so lucky.

I was scared and didn't know what to do. I never talked to Karan for around 2 weeks. Then she showed up at the door. She was on the run. Her baby was still in the hospital, and like cowards, we left it there. We ran away from Ontario, Canada, to B.C. Life was great. We were okay, and we planned on returning for the baby once we were strong enough.

When that day came, she did return. We got the baby, and returned back home. Karen got a boyfriend, who ended up being a total jerk. She felt hopeless, and the last thing she told me, was to take care of her baby.

I didn't catch on at first. But then, when I did, it was to late. She shot herself. I took the baby, and returned home, at the age of 17, one year later. But, to my unpleasant surprise, my family had moved. I was homeless, with a child, and my best friend's dad, brothers and boyfriend after me. To this day I am still on the run from them. I would hate to see what would happen if I did accidentally run into them.

But, like Karan said, no one will help us, so we can't go home.

This sad story

One summer night when I was sixteen I was walking home from my job at a pizza place a couple blocks from my house. It was real late, probably around one or two in the morning, and there was no one around. As I was crossing the street I heard this car coming toward me. It was a good four or five blocks away, but it must’ve been doing 100 because it was closing the distance between me and it pretty rapidly. It was so quiet out all I could hear was the car’s engine, getting louder and louder. I kept walking, thinking: “Surely they see someone’s crossing the street here. They’re gonna slow down.”

But they didn’t. They might’ve even accelerated. It was the damndest thing. So at the last instant I stopped and the car shot past me, couldn’t have missed by more than five feet. I watched it go, flying down the street as fast as it had come, and thought to myself: “Holy shit, I just had a fucking near-death experience.” I was shaken. If I’d taken just taken two or three steps more I would’ve been knocked into the next zip code, dead before my body hit the ground. It was crazy, that car didn’t slow down one bit, even at that very last instant when I might’ve walked directly into its path. What kind of maniac was behind that wheel? My heart was still pounding after I got home. I guess I felt lucky to be alive.

That was a long time ago. I turned 40 in January. But I think about that incident a lot these days. I think about how, if I’d had a premonition on that long ago summer night of what the future held in store, I would’ve kept walking. At least I like to think I would’ve. Because I can’t think of a whole lot I would’ve missed out on. If I’d even been able to see into the immediate future: A few months after that night my father would abandon me, never to return, leaving me in the sole care of my alcoholic, neurotic, and quite likely psychotic mother. A year later I would get into a sexual relationship with a middle-aged chicken hawk that lived down the street from me, a real smoothie who knew how to play a confused kid with abandonment issues. A year and a half later I would lose (or give away, really) the best friend I had ever had or would have. And before I knew it, intense feelings of rage and regret and despair and loneliness would become the norm.

I would try everything: Therapy, drugs (both prescription and illicit), meditation, positive self-affirmation, exercise, health food, vitamins, you name it. Nothing would work. Maybe it would be because I’d never have good health insurance and would never be able to get the kind of intense, comprehensive treatment I’d need. Or maybe I just wouldn’t try hard enough—maybe I’d just be so broken inside that I wouldn’t be able to summon the will to commit to any course of treatment. Probably it would be a combination of the two.

Kathleen Stokes

Sharon Stokes could never have known what dreadful danger she was in.

The man she had danced with, laughed and drank with and had eventually taken home to her flat was a charmer - a nicelooking lad who had made her feel special.

But Adam Thomas was a killer - a murderous psychopath who, in a few moments of explosive violence, beat the 35-year-old care worker to death.

Sharon had set out for a night of fun with her friends and when she met Thomas at her local nightclub she was immediately attracted to the young man who seemed to offer so much.

As they talked and laughed, she decided that she liked him enough to invite him home for a drink, where they chatted and listened to her country and western music.

But as they drank, 24-year-old Thomas's mood changed. In a psychopathic rage, he leapt on Sharon and battered her to death with a brick she had used to prop open the door, stamping on her face with such violence that he left the imprint of his shoe on her skin.

Thomas was a horror waiting to happen. Seriously deranged, he had even begged his own mother to have him locked up.

He bragged of violence

When police picked him up the next day, he was unrepentant and bragged of his violence. "I f*ing stamped on her head, I f*ing loved it. I killed someone. Big f*ing deal," he told the interviewing officer.

And he told police how he had taunted her, telling her that he was "a monster" and "the Grim Reaper".

Despite pleading diminished responsibility at Exeter Crown Court, Thomas was convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison.

But it has brought little comfort to Sharon's devastated family. Her mum, Kathleen Stokes, 59, says: "Hearing what Thomas did that night sickened me to the core.

It was so callous. He boasted that he got a sexual thrill out of beating my daughter to death. How could anyone be so cruel?

"My life has been turned upside down. My beautiful daughter was snatched away and I'll never get over it."

Just the day before the murder, on Valentine's Day last year, Kathleen had met up with her daughter for a coffee. As always, they hugged as they said goodbye and promised to speak soon.

"I was going to Dorset on holiday later that day," recalls Kathleen. "Sharon wanted to come with me but she'd already promised friends that she'd go clubbing."

Two days later, police knocked on the door of the house Kathleen was staying at in Dorset...

"The police told me there had been an incident involving Sharon. They told me she'd been murdered. My heart was torn in two."

Kathleen begged them for details but all they could do was take her to see Sharon for the last time, to identify her body.

"Walking into the mortuary, I felt sick. My beautiful daughter was unrecognisable," says Kathleen. "Her skull was caved in. Her gorgeous hair had been shaved off. I couldn't see one of her eyes - it had been pressed into her brain cavity. Bruises covered her face.

"I cried out. It couldn't be her. I had to look at her body three times, just to make sure. This body on a slab wasn't Sharon."

Kathleen tried to shut out the dreadful images, struggling to remember her daughter's energy and smile.

"I was haunted by what I saw but I remember how she was the life and soul of every party, lighting up the room. She was so warm, people couldn't help but feel drawn to her."

Noone knew for sure what had happened in Sharon's final hours and it wasn't until the court case in November last year that Kathleen finally got answers to her many questions.

The court heard that Thomas, a highly intelligent civil servant, had drunk at least five pints of lager before going to the Fahrenheit club in Exmouth, where he drank Carling, champagne and sambucca.

"If you are going to pull, you should pull in style," he'd boasted to the barman.

Sharon had invited him back to her flatwherethey chatted fortwo hours and listened to music. Suddenly, his personality changed...

Blood poured out

Jumping off the sofa, he pounced on Sharon, raining punches on her head as she crumpled to the floor.

She tried to escape through the hallway of her flat but he held her down, stamping on her face - over and over again - so hard he left an imprint of his trainer on her face.

But Thomas didn't stop there. Pickingupahalf-brick, he pounded it into her face. Smashingher skull, he watched as the blood poured from her lifeless body.

He later told police: "I actually quite enjoyed the experience. I remember thinking that she was doing amazingly well not to be dead already."

At 5.05am, Thomas rang his mother and told her: "I've killed someone." He then waited at the flat for the police.

As Kathleen sat in court, she was horrified to hear the details of Sharon's death but she is determined to try tore member her daughter as she was.

"We could chat for hours about anything. One night, she told me she wanted to care for old people for a living - I wasn't surprised and told her to follow her dream."

Sharon had moved to Exmouth to become a care worker but still called Kathleen every day and often went home to see her sister Suzanne, 40 and 26-year-old brother Dennis.

"Sharon loved her life and would gush to me down the phone about how much fun she was having," says Kathleen. "Her days were spent caring for the elderly and her nights were spent partying in Exmouth's clubs.

"She trusted everyone and I think Sharon even took pity on Thomas. But he took advantage of her good nature in the worst possible way. Her kindness killed her."

The court heard how Thomas had suffered from a psychopathic personality disorder for years. He'd had depression and violent fantasies about being the Grim Reaper.

After a failed suicide attempt in October 2006 he'd told his mother that he was "wired wrongly" and begged to be sectioned. And the following January, he'd driven his car into the doors of a bank, desperate to be locked up. But nothing was done until it was too late.

Today, Kathleen can even find sympathy for the man who killed her daughter.

"It made my blood boil to think that the system had failed someone who'd been pleading for help," she says.

"Nothing will bring Sharon back. Adam Thomas wasn't in his right mind - he may have killed my daughter but he needed help. He didn't get it and, as a result, Sharon lost her life."

Now Kathleen has only memories of her daughter. She believes that forgiving Thomas is the only way she canmoveon with her life. "I'm determined to live my life as Sharon would have wanted.

"Sometimes, I lo ok at her favourite doll, or listen to a Dolly Parton record - and I imagine her in the room with me. I'll never forget her - or the joy she brought to people's lives."

There is the story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her fifth grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big red F at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...He is a joy to be around." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him, and he tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She even felt worse when her students brought her Christmas gifts, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy brown paper that he got from a grocery store bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy stayed after school that day just to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to." After the children left, she cried at least for an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach the children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets".

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher that he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher that he had ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she still was the best and favorite teacher that he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he had got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher that he ever had. But now his name was a little longer- the letter was signed, Theodore F.Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there, you see. There was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did, and guess what? She wore the bracelet, the one with the rhinestones missing. And she made sure that she wore the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson whispered back, with tears in her eyes "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
Wherever we go and whatever we do, we have the opportunity to touch a person's life and make a difference!

In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University Law School.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Mbembe approached it very carefully.

He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.

As carefully and as gently as he could, Mbembe worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.

Mbembe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Mbembe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Twenty years later, Mbembe was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.

As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing.

The large bull elephant stared at Mbembe, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant.

Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of
Mbembe' s legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn't the same elephant

" My mom only had on eye i hated her she was such an embarrassment , she was a cook she cooked for teachers and students to support the family , there was this 1 day during elementary school when my mom came to say hello to me , i was so embarrased how could she do this to me?! i ignored her,threw her a hateful look and ran out , the next day at school one of my classmates said to me ' eeeooo your mom has only one eye ' , i wanted to bury myself i also want my mom to just disappear , so i confronted her that day and said ' if you're gonna make me a laughing stock why don't you just die ?!' , i didn't even stop to think a second about what i had said because i was full of anger , i was oblivious to her feelings , i wanted to get out of that house , so i studied really hard and got a chance to study in singpore , then i got married , i bought a house of my own , i had kids of my own , i was happy with my life , then one day my mother came to visit me , she hadn't seen me in years , and she didn't even meet her grandchildren , when she stood by the door , my children laughed at her , i screamed at her ' how dare you come to my house and scare my children , get out of here now , my other quietly answered ' oh i'm so sorry i may have gotten the wrong address ' , and she disappeared out of the sight , one day a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house , so i lied to my wife and told her that i was going to a business trip , after the reunion i went to my old house just because i was curious , my neighbours said that my mother died , i didn't give a single tear !! , they gave me a letter she wanted me to have , '" My dearest son , i think of you all the time , i'm sorry that i came to singapore and scared your children , i was so glad when i heared that you are coming to the reunion , but i may not be able to even get out of bed to see you , i'm sorry that i was a constant embarrassment in your life , do you know that when you were very little you got into an accident and lost your eye , as a mother i couldn't stand watching you growing up with one eye , so i gave you mine , i was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world with my eye , with my love to you