[I DO NOT OWN MY PROFILE PICTURE]

Name: Crazy7634

Age: 100 (heheheh)

Country: Stalker Much...

Address: No... Just- No...

Shows That I Love: Naruto, Fairy Tail, One Piece, Pokemon, Steven Universe, Digimon, Adventure Time, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Gravity Falls, How To Train Your Dragon, Inuyasha aaand lots of other shows that I can't remember on the spot. XD

Girls

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.

When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.

When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.

When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.

When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.

When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.

When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.

When a girl says "I love you." she means it.

When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.

The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".

If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.

If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.

Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress.

Friends or Best friends

FRIENDS: never ask anything to eat or drink

BEST FRIENDS: Help themselves and is the reason you never have any food

FREINDS: Call your parents Mr. Mrs. and grandma and grandpa

BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents MOM and DAD GRAMS AND GRAMPS

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail at 2 A.M

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying "DAMN we really messed up!"

FRIENDS: Would leave you if you were a criminal.

BEST FRIENDS: Are the ones you call in the middle of the night to tell them you killed someone and they would say "SHIT, what we gonna do with the body??"

FRIENDS: Would help you up if you fell

BEST FRIENDS: Would laugh at you and trip you again

FRIENDS: Never seen you cry

BEST FRIENDS: Won’t tell anyone else you cry... just laugh about it when you’re not down anymore

FRIENDS: Ask you to write down you number

BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff and gives it back a few days later

BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad ... Here’s a tissue"

FRIENDS: Look at you in disapproval when you do something really stupid.

BEST FRIENDS: Will be at your side doing something stupid with you.

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography about your life

FREINDS: Will leave you behind if that’s what everyone else is doing

BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd asses that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door

BEST FRIENDS: Would walk right in and say ,"IM HOME what we having for dinner?"

FRIENDS: Say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

BEST FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell

BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell

FRIENDS: Are through high school /college (drinking buddies)

BEST FRIENDS: Are for life

FRIENDS: ask you why you're crying

BEST FRIENDS: already have a shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry

FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will knock the shit out of them!

FRIENDS: would say "He wasn't good enough for you"

BEST FRIENDS: would walk up to the person who broke your heart and yell at the top of there lungs "IT'S BECAUSE YOUR GAY ISN'T IT!!"

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough

BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, “drink the rest of that, you know we don’t waste”

FRIENDS: Will ignore this

BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this shit

The Differences We Have

I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.

I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.

I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.

I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.

I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.

I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

Repost this if you agree with it.

Racism

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up.

He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK,

When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK,

When I go in the sun I'm BLACK,

When I'm cold I'm BLACK,

When I die I'll be BLACK.

But you sir, When you're born you're PINK,

When you grow up you're WHITE,

When you're sick, you're GREEN,

When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE,

And when you die you turn PURPLE.

And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

REPOST THIS IF YOU HATE RACISM!

Some Girls Don't Realize This

(P.S: I found this on Saito Uzumaki's account. I found that there really is quite a lot of truth in this.)

I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you.

I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk.

I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants.

I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised.

I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy".

I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk.

I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things.

I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club.

I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.

I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date

I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy.

I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend.

I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around.

I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work.

I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care.

But most of all...

I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore.

I'm sorry that you can't accept me for who I am.

I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry That I cared.

I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

There are ladies who always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to. Maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

IF YOU AGREE WITH THIS MESSAGE THEN COPY AND PASTE THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE!

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If you're one of the girls who would never make a guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

Reviews

So, I was looking for a story made by one of my favourite writers and I saw this on their profile as I was doing so and I agreed with it entirely. So, I copied it and tweaked it a bit before putting it up here. I hope you read it, because the amount of truth it holds is unimaginably immense.

[Copied From The Profile of "Kyoka Suigetsu Totsuka"]

Writers. All of them, from famous authors to subtle fanfiction 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 fanfiction 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 or 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 or no reviews at all, just check it out and say whatever comes to mind.

Once you do, you can't deny that there is a thought in mind relishing in the fact 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.

A poem about Child Abuse

My name is Lucifer I am 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 do a wrong, I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up all day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone

The house is dark, my folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back from Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse my name is called

I press myself against the wall

I try to hide from his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault he suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me, and yells at me more,

I finally get free and run to 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 to late

His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain again and again

O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!

And he finally stops, and heads for the door

While i lay there motionless, brawled on the floor

My name is Lucifer, I am three,

Tonight my daddy murdered me

Now i roam the underworld, to help those in need.

I may seem evil, but I am not.

And if you read this and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be one heartless person

To not be effected by this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it! So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on!

Never Forget Gravity Falls

I promise to be like Dipper and try to solve the unknown

I promise to remember Tambry when I see someone too attached to their phone

I promise to be like Pacifica and stand up for what’s right

I promise to be like Soos and help everyone in sight

I promise to be like Mabel and love my brothers

I promise to be like Wendy and confront rude others

I promise to be like Ford and remember being smart isn’t bad

I promise to think of Stan’s jokes whenever I’m sad

I promise to be like Candy and Grenda and not care what anyone says

I promise to never be like Bill and live my life good for the rest of my days

I promise to remember this little show

And everything it did to help me grow

And I will never forget Gravity Falls ️

Abortion

Month one:

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two:

Mommy
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three:

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four:

Mommy
My hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five:

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six:

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven:

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

One more heart that will never love.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

Don't Trust Strangers

crazy1 86: hey baby!!

h0tNsPiCy91: who is this??

crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!

h0tNsPiCy91: oh really... quit lyin! who is this??

crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes...

crazy1 86: i think about u everyday... you are my dream come true.

crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.

crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.

crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight...

h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?

crazy1 86:dont worry... ill take very good care of you...

crazy1 86 had signed off.

The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn't know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.

Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing... just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed... the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn't know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.

Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister's closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.

PART 2...

Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl's room became a guest room and the little sister's room where the murder took place became the baby's room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.

One night he was on the computer and received an instant message.

h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!

2seXay4u: Who the eff is this?

h0tNsPiCy91: It's your big sis.

2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I'm an only child.

2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?

h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?

h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.

h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister's room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.

2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.

h0tNsPiCy91: You don't believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.

h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister's name.

h0tNsPiCy91: If you don't believe me little brother check the internet. Google on ''Smith sisters murdered anonymously''.

h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can't believe they kept us a secret from you. They should burn in hell.

The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy found his parents in their closet skinned and hanged. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ''I TOLD YOU I WASN'T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD... BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. WELL I'M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON'T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!"

- LISA SMITH

Love

A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcyle.

Girl: Slow down!

Guy: No, this is fun!

Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you. Now slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gave him a big hug.

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.

In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure.

Two people were on it and only one survived.

The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.

Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile

Stereotypes

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut, no one knows she was raped at 13.

People call another Guy fat, No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight .

People call an old man ugly, No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.

Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping.

Drink Drivers

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.

Jesus

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

Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe and God and Jesus Christ is His son...

Then copy and paste this into your profile

7 reasons not to mess with kids

Reason 1:

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.

The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah."

The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"

The little girl replied, “Then you ask him."

Reason 2:

A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child’s work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.

The girl replied, “I’m drawing God.”

The teacher paused and said, “But no one knows what God looks like.”

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, “They will in a minute.”

Reason 3:

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year old After explaining the commandment to “honor” thy Father and thy Mother.

She asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?”

Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, “Thou shall not kill.”

Reason 4:

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.

She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”

Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.”

The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, “Momma, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”

Reason 5:

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.

"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, he’s a doctor-"

A small voice at the back of the room rang out and cut her off, "And there's the teacher, she’s dead."

Reason 6:

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood.

Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, “Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face..”

“Yes,” the class said.

“Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn’t run into my feet?”

A little fellow shouted, “Cause your feet ain’t empty.”

Reason 7:

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: “Take only ONE. God is watching.” Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, “Take all you want - God is watching the apples.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father

TRUE STORY:

A teenage girl, about 17, named Diane, had gone to visit some friends one evening, and time passed quickly as each shared his/her 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 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 was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her; she felt 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 way 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 can identify him.

She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man have been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they can do for her.

She asked if they can 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 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 re-post it? Re-post this if you truly believe in God. PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. (Amen to that!)

Story Update Status:

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