This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't. A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. 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 raped 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 either side 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, and 93% of the people that read this won’t repost it? Even when you can’t see him GOD is there! If you believe in GOD put this in your profile. Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master... He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher... He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer... He had no army, yet kings feared him... He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world... He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him... He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today. Repost this if you truly believe in God. When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache When you open it, he collapses When he sees you reading it, he faints When he sees you living it, he flees Just when you try to re-post this, he stops you Can you hear that voice that says this is silly and so are you if you re-post this? I just defeated him. Copy and paste this on your profile if if you're in God's army and strong enough to pick up the sword. I found this stuff on Russia's Magic Pipe's profile this too 10 Things I Know About You- 1. You are human 2. You are currently reading this 3. You cannot say the letter “P” without separating your lips 4. You just tried to say “P” without separating you lips 6. You are now laughing at your self for doing that 7. You skipped number 5 8. You just looked back to check number 5, when you realized there was no number 5 9. You are laughing at yourself for falling for that again 10. You are soon going to copy and paste it into your own profile which is totally fine with me :) 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 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 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 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 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. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart-I Coped this from Russia's Magic Pipe acount PJO FANS: MUST have this on their profile! NORMAL PEOPLE: Rely on their local weatherman for the weather forecast PJO FANS: Will tell Zeus to make it rain NORMAL PEOPLE: Say OMG! PJO FANS: Say OH MY GODS! NORMAL PEOPLE: Go to a psychiatrist to tell their feelings PJO FANS: Won't go to one because they will take away their awesome demigod powers NORMAL PEOPLE: Say shut up or i'll tell on you! PJO FANS: Say shut up or my godly parent will vaporize you! NORMAL PEOPLE: Think that PJO fans are stupid PJO FANS: Know that normal people are stupid NORMAL PEOPLE: When being chased yell HELP ME SOMEBODY! PJO FANS: When being chased use their demigod powers NORMAL PEOPLE: Get nervous/scared during thunderstorms PJO FANS: Yell at Zeus to calm down NORMAL PEOPLE: Would choose somewhere sunny to go for vacation PJO FANS: Would try and find Camp Half Blood NORMAL PEOPLE: Don't have this on their profile PJO FANS: Would have this on their profile already You know your a huge fan of Hetalia when...bold apply 1. You start laughing hysterically at maps 2. You go "Aww" when you see two or more flags together (Mentally) 3. You've learned more history from it than from an actual history class 4. You debate about details like whether the number on America's back is supposed to be 50 or 96...with supporting screenshots 5. You watch APH MADs (Music videos/parodies) 6. You got a Nico Nico Douga account despite not knowing a single word of Japanese so you could watch even more APH MADs. 7. You want to dress up in a scarf and party hat and sit behind a receptionist's desk for Halloween. 8. World War II starts sounding romantic. 9. Your teacher asks why you put "Alfred F. Jones" as the answer instead of America, and why you drew a small heart and the name "Arthur" beside it. 10. You yell "Yeah, he's the hero!" whenever someone says America. 11. You misread UK as UKE every single time, and have started mispronouncing it in actual conversation. 12. You know every country's flag and location, and people think you must be a huge history nerd, and really, you've become one. 13. You shudder every time you hear the name "Russia" or "Ivan" and quickly glance over your shoulder...just in case. 14.Whenever you see a fellow Hetalia fan, you shout, "Pastaaaaaaaaa!!" down the hallway. 15. You write down your favorite pairings all over your history lecture notes, leaving others to wonder what "FrUK" means. 16. You end every sentence with "aru". (Mentally) 17. You scream 'paaaaaaaaaastaaaaaaaaaaa' every time you happen to have some. 18. You can't imagine a functioning Italian mafia. 19. You want Prussia back on the map. 20. You can no longer say "international affairs" with a straight face. 21. No one can mention a country without you thinking about what they look like in Hetalia. 22. You read a historical book and think it would make a good fanfic. 23. Other people don't get it when you say your country's cute. 24. You've listened to Romano's Delicious Tomato Song like...80s billion time. 25. You're a duke/duchess of Sealand. 26. You've become a thousand times more patriotic 27. You remember Canada Day BEFORE the 4th of July, as in, you completely forget about America's birthday. 28. You want to learn every single language in the world. Even the weird ones. 28. You recognize which flag belongs to which country, while everyone just looks at you funny D* put this R* on your E* page if you A* prefer your M* imagination S* over reality If you ever wished you could live in a story, copy and paste this to your profile. If you have ever walked into a room then forgot what you were doing, then started walking away and remembered copy this into your profile. Chocolate is YUMMY! If you are a chocoholic, copy and paste this to your profile. If you get way to excited for books, movies, etc. to come out, copy this into your profile. Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake. The average person can't. this is this cat this is is cat this is how cat this is to cat this is keep cat this is an cat this is idiot cat this is busy cat this is for cat this is forty cat this is seconds cat Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top down and I bet you can't resist passing it on (or at least, smiling) I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no f*cking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that sh*t up in two seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh sh*t, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you as*holeWhy do we teach kids that violence is not the answer and then have them read about wars in school that solved America's problems? There are 3 reasons to go through the day: Coffee in the morning, friends in the afternoon, and anime/manga/fanfiction for the rest of the day. Note to Self: Normal is just a setting on washing machines. If I had something good to say, I would have already said it. Employee of the month is a good example of how someone can be both a winner and a loser at the same time. Never knock on Death's door — ring the bell and run away. Death really hates that. Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use. If you get a low enough SAT score, you should be able to park in the handicap space. Traditions are group efforts to keep the unexpected from happening. Practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect, so why practice? When angry, count to ten; when very angry, swear. Education is important; school however, is another matter. Boys are like trees - they take 100 years to grow up. You cry, I cry. You laugh, I laugh. You jump off a cliff, I laugh even harder! Hello. You have reached the Sixth Sense Detective Agency. We know who you are, where you are from, and what you want so there is no need to leave a message. Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed. The newscaster is the person who says "Good evening" and then tells you why it's not. I got an A in philosophy because I proved my professor doesn’t exist. If your parents never had children, chances are you won’t either. Why is Charlie short for Charles if they are the same number of letters? Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone might actually clean them? There are no stupid questions – just a bunch of inquisitive idiots. Politics is war without bloodshed. War is politics with bloodshed. It takes 47 muscles to frown, 13 to smile, and absolutely none to sit there with a dumb look on your face. I’m not afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens. I'm going to live forever, or die trying! The only reason some people get lost in thought, is because it is unfamiliar territory. Always proofread to make sure you don’t any words out. Love me, or hate me; personally I could care less. You laugh now because you're older than me by mere months, but when you're 30 and I'm still 29, who will be laughing then? Do you want to know why I'm still on earth? Heaven kicked me out and hell is afraid I'll take over The snack that smiles back; Children Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most. Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way you’re a mile away and you still have their shoes. An apple a day, keeps the doctor away, if well aimed. I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in search of what some would call "a floor" — a long and difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck my friends for I may not return alive. When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep-- not screaming, like the passengers in his car. Too often, we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, BUT it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and freak slap that motherf*cker upside the head. A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws. You say I'm not cool. But cool is another word for cold. If I'm not cold, I'm hot. I know I'm hot. Thanks for embracing it. What happens if you get scared half to death twice? I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it. You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same. Love your enemies! It really pisses them off. Friends will always be like “well you deserve better” but best friends will be prank calling him saying “you will die in seven days” Excuse me... have you seen my sanity... I think I lost it. 364 days of the year, parents tell their kids not to take candy from strangers. Yet on Halloween, it's encouraged! Why is that? Reviews! Copied from Heartless demon wolf -And here's something concerning 'REVIEWS', which I copied from 'Heartless demon wolf'- Writers- all of them, from famous authors to subtle FF writers- ALL depend on the feedback from our readers. Vision Dominican brought up an interesting albeit tragically true idea: "Lack of reviews is the greatest killer of fan fic writers out there. We at the institute wish to let the public know of how they can pitch in to save our dying writers. 1) Drop a review every other chapter. It may not seem like much, but reviews are actually what many of us want to see. That, and hits. Hits do make us happy but we don't really know if people like our story or not. 2) Visit our author page. Those kind of hits really make us happy. It's where we showcase our entourage of friends, beta readers, and stories. Some of us even tidy up with set areas for upcoming story ideas and character bios. 3) Send an email. While normally I'd prefer a review, emails are just as good. Really, it warms my heart to communicate with another reader or writer." What you call being "too lazy to review" is what we call "a flame to the pages" as the writers. That one minute or two that you felt "too lazy" to review is another minute of creeping discouragement that all writers feel as they begin to think... "Why am I even here…?" "What's even the point of continuing?" "My skills must be terrible…no one cares for my story…" "I'll never be a good writer...I quit." These are only a few thoughts that go through every writer's head- that go through MY head- when we put out a chapter / story with all our heart and soul within, and we sit there…and sit…and wait…and not a single person says even a word. If you're not a writer, you have NO IDEA how much that hurts… If you ARE a writer, then I'm sure you know just how great it feels when someone is kind enough to leave a heartwarming and encouraging review, and you read it, smiling while thinking…"Wow…fuck...I did it…" So, why not give fellow writers the same luxury here? Too many times I've seen epic and utterly beautiful works of literary art fall to pieces before finally being abandoned due to the terrible discouragement that the lack of reviews can cause. Sometimes, it is so severe that the very writer himself decides to quit, denying the world his skills of writing that I'm it would have deeply enjoyed. So… Just one minute, that's all it takes. Just a few gentle taps of the fingers on your keyboard, a few seconds or so of your time, and your words can SAVE a writer from a dark demise. Do me a favor: Go find a story, ANY story, anywhere here on Fanfiction.net, and see if you can help it. If it has very little / no reviews at all, just check it out, and say whatever comes to mind. And enjoy the thought in mind that you could have just SAVED that story, with just a few taps of the keyboard… If you agree with what I have said then please copy and paste any part of this story you wish onto your profile. Modify it in any way you see fit; there is no need to use my exact words. You make it say what you want it to say. Copied from Loner-Kid who got it from someone else Santa Clause From a Scientific View I. There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per house hold, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each. II. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second -- 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional Reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour. III. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional Reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" Reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them -- Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch). IV. 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance -- this would heat up the Reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of Reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the Reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire Reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to forces of 17,500 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo. V. Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now. Copied from Loner-Kid who got it from someone else Help Eevee take over the world by postng this on your profile! Credit goes to EeveeInHeat for making this. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .HR If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things' Month one Month Two Month Three Month Four Month Five Month Six Month Seven Her name was Auroura Her dad was a drunk Her only friend She always talked to it Until her parents A bruise on her leg But she grabs her bear She sits in the corner Such a bad life Then one night Then her mom suddenly She thrusted the blade The mom walked out Police showed up One officer slowly It must have been bad If child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100 percent? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants more than 100 percent. How about achieving 103 percent? Here's a little math that might prove helpful. K N O W L E D G E but: A T T I T U D E and: B U L L S H I T So, it stands to reason that hard work and knowledge will get you close, A S S K I S S I N G Think about it... and have a nice day at work... :) If you believe Islam is a religion of peace and not hatred like how social media spreads it as, copy and paste this onto your profile and add your name to the list! 1. WinterCrystal 1009 2. Angelcat2 3. Angelic_Amigo 4. NaruhinaFan13149 5. Devil Wolf Girl 6.Giggle123 FRIENDS Vs. BEST FRIENDS FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you. BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?" FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you. BEST FRIENDS: Will need you to bail them out of jail for kicking the dude's ass. FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall. BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, dumb ass?" FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince. BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you. FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying. BEST FRIENDS: Will either laugh at you and say, "Ha Ha, Loser!" or punch the source of your sorrows. FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda. BEST FRIENDS: Will takes yours and downs it before you can take it back. FRIENDS: Will sit at the side of the pool with you at that time of the month. BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a tampon and push you in. FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain. BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run - beep - run!" FRIENDS: Will help you move. BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move... the bodies. FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail. BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!" FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink. BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food. FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa. BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS! FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail. BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN! We messed up!" FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore. FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number. BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial. FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back. BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue." FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you. BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story... FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door. BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME." FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone. BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell. FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had Enough. BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Girl drink the rest of that ! You know we don't waste!" FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. BEST FRIENDS: Are for life. |
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