Hey. I'm just a 14 year old girl that has obsessions with Kung fu Panda, Star Wars Rebels, and fanfiction. If you want more info please just type in the comments or Private Message me on what you want to know. If it is reasonable, I will put it on my profile. Thanks.

OC LIBRARY

Kung Fu Panda

Name: Karina Lee-Johansson

Gender: Girl

Species: Human (later turned into tiger, then pig, then back to tiger)

First Appearance: The Pendant of Diànyuán

Skin: Originally slightly darker than fair (then orange and black, then pink, then again orange and black)

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Originally black medium length (OB:orange and black)

Age: 13

Personality: Nice, shy around famous people (Furious Five: who isn't), sweet, complains a lot, more to come…heheheh ;P

Interesting Facts: use to be a dancer, sings a little, loves Kung Fu Panda everything, loves purple

Star Wars Rebels

Name: Kyra Morgan

Gender: Girl

Species: Human

First Appearance: May the Force Be With You

Skin: Tan

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Long Brown hair with purple highlights (usually pulled back in high ponytail)

Age: 14-15

Home planet: Lothal

Weapon of Choice: Westar-35 blaster pistol and boomerang Ezra bought her when they first met

Personality: astute (clever), sweet, kind, selfless, courageous, worrywart, stressed under pressure (YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE), forgiving (depends on situation)

Interesting Facts: Use to be an Imperial cadet; bought Ezra his slingshot on his 11th birthday; sings (you won't be hearing anything out of her though), reads, and relaxes outside to calm down; force sensitive but does not know how she wasn't caught by the Empire; more to come…heheheh ;P

Name: Alexandre Lurechia (code name/nickname: Alex)

Gender: Boy

Species: Human

First Appearance: Just in Time

Skin: Fair with freckles

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Short dirty blond hair

Age: 16-17

Home planet: Mandalore

Weapon of choice: Blaster

Personality: Genius, shy, gets frustrated easily, not very trusting, has a good heart, loyal

Interesting Facts: Pilots ship HMS Rebellion, specialist with computers and bombs

Name: Delza Feara (codename: firefly)

Gender: Girl

Species: Human

First Appearance: Just in Time

Skin: Fair

Eyes: Purple

Hair: Long strawberry blond hair

Age: 15

Home planet: Coruscant

Weapon of choice: Westar-35 blaster pistol

Personality: Sweet, kind, not afraid to speak her mind, friendly, loyal, helpful

Interesting Facts: She is a jedi padawan and uses blue lightsaber, but only in emergencies, was street kid (like Ezra) before meeting Alex and Zizzy

Name: Zizzy Fuqua (codename: lizard)

Gender: Girl

Species: Pau'an

First Appearance: Just in Time

Skin: rough and gray

Eyes: Brown

Hair: medium jet black

Age: 14

Home planet: Utapau

Weapon of choice: None (does not mean she doesn't use them)

Personality: nice, loyal, outgoing, fast learner, sarcastic, patient (But once she gets fed up, she is scary)

Interesting Facts: she makes her own weapons and even invents some, she can use any weapon like a pro just by watching it being used in a fight

Name: Aily Silthen

Gender: Girl

Species:Human

First Appearance: TBD

Skin: Fair

Eyes: all light blue but extremely clouded

Hair: mid back length blond hair with bangs and light blue highlights (usually pulled into and Elsa styled braid. No, I don't own Elsa)

Age: 15

Home planet: Nal Hutta

Weapon of choice: blast pistol

Personality: vocal (stands up for what she believes in), ambitious (thinks one person can save the world), matter-of-fact, hardworking, sarcastic, caring (once you get to know her), and understanding

Interesting Facts: Use to work with her parents as a merchant, successfully stowed away on a ship and learned to pilot, able to entirely evade being detected by others, more to come…heheheh

Randomness

If you are WAY too addicted to fanfiction, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you wish that a fictional character was real, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you easily finish one novel a day, copy this onto your profile.

If you actually enjoy reading, copy this into your profile.

If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy & paste this on your profile.

If you think that being unique is better than being cool then put this on your profile.

If you should be doing homework right now, copy this into your profile.

If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have ever read a novel over 300 pages in under 4 hours, paste this into your profile.

If you think that being normal is vastly overrated, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you are the kind of person that gets really excited when you get like two reviews, copy this into your profile.

If you're so obsessed with Star Wars that you spend hours imagining yourself living in that galaxy, copy this into your profile. (Anything I like, put this under there. I am straight up living in the wrong universe.)

!eliforp ruoy otni siht etsap dna ypoc ,sdrawkcab siht daer ot hguone trams era uoy fI (When I copied this, only the first word was underlined. Why?)

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile (Hey, being unique is cool!:)

Copy and Paste if you’re a writer!

If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you're one of those people who gets excited every time they get a new review, copy and paste this in your profile. (And stressed because I want it to be good. Is that just me?)

If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle some of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have inside jokes...with yourself... copy and paste this onto your profile.

Did you know the average American only reads 3 books a year? If you don't believe that it's even possible to read that little, copy and paste this onto your profile.(3 books a year? Is that some kind of joke? Perhaps a typo, and they really mean "3 books a WEEK"? Maybe they're ambitious and reading 3 books an hour. Give me something to work with!)

If you have ever heard the voices of the characters of the book you're reading in your head...copy/paste this into your profile

If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive seconds...copy/paste this into profile.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this.

65 percent of Teenagers spend more time watching TV rather then read. If you are part of the 35 percent who read more that watch TV then copy and paste this to your Profile.

A large percent of authors do not know the difference between 'your' and 'you're'. If you do know the difference, copy and paste this to your profile

If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever burned any sort of food in the microwave, oven, toaster, or on the stove, copy this into your profile. (I almost blew up the microwave…no joke.)

If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile

If you are so cool that you actually read through all of these, copy this into your profile!!

If you think that writing Fanfic stories is fun then copy this onto your profile!

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you're a person who is longing for an adventure like the ones you read in books, copy and paste this to your profile.

If songs get stuck in your head so constantly that you know the words them copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have ever choked on your own spit, copy and paste this onto your profile

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you realize that by joining this site, you are a part of something special, paste this into your profile.

If you've ever wished you could go into a book, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you tend to use sarcasm a lot of the time, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you hate it that over two hundred people read a story but you don't get any reviews from any of them, copy and paste this into your profile (Please review. I want to know what you think I can improve on in a nice way)

If, for no reason, you have laughed during a movie part that wasn't funny, put this in your profile.

If at one time you misspelled or forgot how to spell a word less than four letters, copy and paste this onto your profile

99 percent of FanFiction authors copy and paste stuff on their profile. If you're part of the 99 percent, copy and paste this on your profile

If unfinished stories drive you insane, Copy and Paste this into your profile. (Gah! And I go even crazier because I can't write an ending without the author's permission, but the story was written almost a decade ago!)

If you're curious as to how Copy and Paste into your profile started, Copy and Paste this into your profile.

If you ever wonder, "Does anyone ever read all of this?" Copy and Paste this into your profile.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by
jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came HOME FROM WORK, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

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

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

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

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

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, post this on your profile

Is Fanfiction for you?

(Got this and the four following from WoodElfJedi. Thank you!)

Fanfiction is for people who have a pen and know how to use it.
Fanfiction is for people who want to be in that story themselves.
Fanfiction is for people who have no other way to express the ideas in your head.
Fanfiction is for people who daydream and constantly imagine the impossible.
Fanfiction is for people who've ever compared their classmates to characters from books.
Fanfiction is for those of us who aren't accepted in the real world.
Fanfiction is for people who have been called at least one of the following- Weirdo, Loner, Nerd, Geek, Shy, Silent, Crazy, Insane, Odd, or Different
Fanfiction is for girls that fall in love with a non existent guys. (Because they're the best kind...)
Fanfiction is for girls who don't need guys to complete them.
Fanfiction is for people talk to themselves... a lot.
Fanfiction is for people who laugh at jokes that no one else gets.
Fanfiction is for people who get funny looks for reading in class.
Fanfiction is for people who always get asked to read out their stories in English Class.
Fanfiction is for people who say long words that other people don't normally understand.
Fanfiction is for people who aren't afraid to sit alone and read at lunch.

Fanfiction is for elves and wizards trapped in human bodies.
Fanfiction is for people whose favorite characters always die.

Fanfiction is for people who ditched reality and went for something different.
Fanfiction is for people who hang onto dreams.
Fanfiction is for people who are different, but don't care because, they know it's who they really are.

7 Ways to get over Fictional Characters:

You don't.
You won't.
You can't.
Don't even try.
You really won't.
You just can't.
It's impossible.

REALLY, WHY BOTHER?

(And if by some miracle you do, TEACH ME YOUR WAYS OH WISE ONE)

The bold applies to me.

Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.
You have the last chapters of a story done before even thinking of the characters names.
You often imagine your books becoming movies. (All. The. Time.)
Spell check is your best friend.
You give even the smallest of characters a huge background. (YESSSS)
You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.
You smile really big when you are going to finally write a character love scene. Nope.
Every time you read something, you make your own story of the same thing.
You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.
You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.
You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.
Things that are written badly annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.
You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.
You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.
If you are not writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.
You talk to yourself... constantly.
When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away.
You would rather die than use words like 'good' or 'nice' and etc. (I want to use something like "extraordinary or wonderful. Come on I use good way too often that it hurts)
You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.
You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it. (Okay, not gonna lie, it's not crying, it's more like regret for a long time. I KILLED OFF A WHOLE SHIPFUL OF PEOPLE! STORMTROOPERS ARE PEOPLE TOO!)
When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, or sleepiness, until you run out of ideas. (Or start twitting uncontrollably. Whichever comes first)
If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.
You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.
You are in love with the Thesaurus.
You dream about your stories.
You dream of new stories.
You often revisit some of your old stories.
Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.
You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you. (No offense to anyone who may do this, but I would at least say hi: unless you two are alone with no witnesses. People these days are cray.)
You would rather write than go out.
Your/you're and their/there/they're are errors that send you into an apoplectic fit. (Not saying I don't make them, but when I do...WHY THE HECK AM I SO STUPID!?)
You get cranky if you don't get to write.
You've heard/seen/said/dreamt something, and thought, I need to write that down. (I dreamt of this story about me coming back to my city, it being destroyed, and wondering what happened. When I woke up, I almost expected it to happen)
You wake up in the middle of the night and scrabble for a pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep. (I would if I could actually wake up. I had this great idea for a future chapter just today, but I didn't wake up in time to save it. Now, it will be forever lost in the corners of my dream library between stacks of nightmares that I use to have.)
Getting the scene finished is more important than coffee, the bathroom, or food.
A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you're writing takes place right in front of your eyes.
You can't write because you're mad at one of your characters.
You start to laugh out loud in public at what something your character might say.
Even though you try your hardest to resist, you often correct your own grammar on PM.
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself too much. (Nope. Gave up on trying that years ago:)
Your family/friends have come to the ignore the habit of your talking to yourself. (I try not to do that unless in a private setting. I feel even worse if I interrupt someone.)
You've apologized out loud to a character after doing something horrible to them. (Not unless I killed them. Oh well, sorry Ezra...DANG IT!)

38 Ways to annoy Darth Vader (Turns out it's actually only 36. I dare you to come up with two more)

Surefire ways to get yourself killed, or at least Force-Choked a few times. That is if you can get close enough to do most of this stuff. (I find quite a few of these really funny.)
1. Call him Ani.
2. Tell him you've taken up podracing as a hobby. Ask him to give you lessons.
3. Ask him if he ever knew, "A cute senator from Naboo." If he says something or stays silent, say, "Ooh, Ani's got a girlfriend!"
4. Walk around tripping every other step. If he asks you what you're doing, say, "Mesa Jar Jar Binks!"
5. Imitate his breathing.
6. Steal his lightsaber and replace it with a hot pink one.
7. Blame it on Tarkin.
8. Ask him if he was ever arrested for child abuse.
9. When he does something really evil, shake your finger and say, "Now, now, Ani, would your mother approve of that?"
10. Have emotional conversations with him. Bring up Qui-Gon.
11. Follow him around singing "I Know a Song that gets on Everybody's Nerves."
12. Ask him how he goes to the bathroom in that suit.
13. Paint his TIE fighter yellow.
14. Stare at him. When he asks you what you're doing, say that you can't see how an evil jerk like him could've ever been a Jedi.
15. Throw mashed potatoes at him.
16. Whistle in his ear. When he comes after you, hide behind a stormtrooper.
17. Poke his shoulder.
18. Call him an "evil creep with a dysfunctional family."
19. Tell him he looks like a droid.
20. Sign him up for a quilting class.
21. Make up words to the Imperial March (Vader’s Theme). Sing them whenever he enters a room.
22. Jab him with a stick.
23. Talk like Yoda all the time.
24. Ask him to play Battlefront with you. If he does, make him be the Rebels.
25. Tell him his mask looks stupid.
26: Ask him if he's seen Obi-Wan lately.
27: Stick refrigerator magnets to him.
28: Follow him around talking about the similarities between his life and Avatar: the Last Airbender.
29: Talk about how his life was like Luke's. Say, "It's almost like you're related!"
30: Tell him that you find his son attractive.
31: Ask him if he likes twins.
32: Whenever he gets close to you, pretend that you're being Force-choked. Loudly.
33: Have a loud conversation with a wall when he's nearby. If he asks you what you're doing, say that you're talking to Qui-Gon and that he's very disappointed.
34: Call him Dear Old Darthy, especially when you're near someone.
35: Ask him if he wants to buy some death sticks. Be sure to talk like that guy in the bar in Episode II who tried to sell some to Obi-Wan.
36: After doing number 30, tell him that you dumped Luke for Jabba the Hutt.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

This is 'Aurora and Her Teddy Bear

Her name was Aurora
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

Copy this into your profile if you think child abuse is wrong

This is really sweet...

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.

Try Not to Cry

Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as
"Try Not To Cry"
2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how
cold-hearted you really are...

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 in the gates of Heaven

Animatedfangirl21101 is an official member of The Aura Dragons.

This happened on TAM airlines.

A 50-something year old white woman arrived at her seat and saw that the passenger next to her was a black man.

Visibly furious, she called the air hostess.

"What's the problem, ma'am?" the hostess asked her

"Can't you see?" the lady said - "I was given a seat next to a black man. I can't sit here next to him. You have to change my seat"

- "Please, calm down, ma'am" - said the hostess
"Unfortunately, all the seats are occupied, but I'm still going to check if we have any."

The hostess left and returned some minutes later.

"Madam, as I told you, there isn't any empty seat in this class- economy class.
But I spoke to the captain and he confirmed that there isn't any empty seats in the economy class. We only have seats in the first class."

And before the woman said anything, the hostess CONTINUED

"Look, it is unusual for our company to allow a passenger from the economy class change to the first class.
However, given the circumstances, the commandant thinks that it would be a scandal to make a passenger travel sitting next to an unpleasant person."

And turning to the black man, the hostess said:

"Which means, Sir, if you would be so nice as to pack your handbag, we have reserved you a seat in the first class..."

And all the passengers nearby, who were shocked to see the scene started applauding, some standing on their feet."

If you are against racism, put this on your profile.

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 into 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?"

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling

was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

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If You Believe
Christianity is
NOT Just A Religion
It's A Relationship
Let Your Lights Shine Bright
For Christ Is To Return Soon
Love Jesus

If you love God and you're not ashamed of Him repost this, and see what he does for you tonight

PLEASE READ.

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.

"REMEMBER WHEN"

REMEMBER WHEN ..
getting HiGH meant swinging at a playground?
the worst thing you could get from a boy was c0otiEs?
'm 0 m' (was your hero)
and 'D a D' was the boy you were gonna marry?
when your W0RST ENEMiES were your siblings
and rAcE iSsuEs were about who ran fastest?
when - WAR- was a card game
and life was simple and care free?
remember when all you wanted to do
WAS GROW UP?

Put This In Your Profile If You're Still 5 Inside...No Matter How Old You Are Now

This is an interesting story.

Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

Professor : Is GOD good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent.)

Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Is satan good ?

Student : No.

Professor: Where does satan come from ?

Student : From … GOD …

Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?

Student :Yes

Professor: So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer.)

Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who created them ?

(Student had no answer.)

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?

Student : No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?

Student : No , sir.

Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smell your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?

Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?

Student : Yes.

Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.

Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as cold?

Professor: Yes.

Student : No, sir. There isn’t.

(The lecture theatre became very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)

Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?

Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Professor: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)

Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

(The class was in uproar.)

Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?

(The class broke out into laughter. )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)

Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

Student : That is it sir … Exactly! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.

The student's name was Albert Einstein.

From a strictly MATHEMATICAL Viewpoint: What Equals 100 percent? What does it mean to give MORE than 100 percent? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100 percent? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100 percent. How about achieving 101 percent? What equals 100 percent in life? Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these Questions:
If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
Then: H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K (8118423151811) = 98 percent
and K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E (11141523125475) = 96 percent
But, A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E (120209202145) = 100 percent
AND, look how far the love of God will take you: L-O-V-E- O-F -G-O-D (12152251567154) = 101 percent. Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and 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 re-post it?

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 will try to discourage 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 you're in God's army and strong enough to pick up the sword.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?

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 honoured to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe in the tiune God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

then copy and paste this in your profile

If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says...

"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..."

If you take comfort in the fact that God gave the world his only son, add this to your profile.

97% of you wont repost this:
when Jesus died he was thinking of you
if you care repost this,watch what God will do

96% of teens wont stand up for God...copy and paste if ur one of the 4% who will!!!!!!!

Why do we ((sleep)) in [church,

But stay ((awake)) through a [2 hour movie]?

Why is it so ((hard)) to talk about [God,

but so ((easy)) to [Gossip]?

Why are we so ((bored)) when we look at a [Christian magazine,

but find it ((easy)) to read [Playboy]?

Why is it so easy to ((ignore)) a [Godly] Facebook Wall Post,

Yet we ((repost)) the [nasty] ones?

Why are ((churches)) getting [smaller,

But ((bars and clubs)) are [growing]?

Think about it, are you going to repost this?

Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at?

Would You Have Opened This if it Said... Read This In Gods Name.

80 % of you wont repost this.

97 of 100 teens would stand there and look terribly sad if they saw their favorite character in tears on the ground and in need of comfort, If you are one of the 3 that would get down, hug them, wipe away their tears, and tell them that you love them and start to cry with them, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think that puppy mills are wrong and cruel, copy and paste this onto your profile and add your name to the list. Queen of the Dorks, Metaknight4ever, ThePersonofAwesomeness, My Imagination12, WolfOfTheClouds, Surviah, Thunderwolf2456, Animatedfangirl21101

If you are a Nintendo fan to your very core, copy and paste this into your profile.(Nintendo for LIFE!)

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.

Boy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not! Please, it's too scary!

Boy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!

Boy: Now give me a BIG Hug!

Girl: *hugs him*

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

Girl: Alright, now slow down.

Boy: I love you babe.

In the paper the next day... a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one had survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the boy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know.

Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

If you love anyone this much re-post this. It's not important what might happens if you don't repost because no matter what, someone out there loves you enough to die for you.

I am the person who always wants to get better. I am the person who constantly needs reassurance that I'm good. I am the person who will stay sad if it makes others happy. I am the kind of person who plans to do something more and is starting that now. I am the person who stays up until dark thirty in the morning to finish a project assigned two months ago. I am the person who goes on fan fiction while sitting in the front of the class. I am the person who hates to disappoint. I am the person who always tries to bring you up. I am the person who never wants to put you down. I am the person who will sugarcoat the cold hard truth to spare your feelings, but I won't lie. I am the person who gets top marks but still isn't satisfied. I am the person that hates work from school but would probably do that same stuff during my free time. I am the person who loves technology but wrote an essay about why I should give it up. (tis true) I am the person who can imagine the stories I write or read play out in front of me. I am the person who falls for the fictional characters that I read about in books. I am the person who might sit alone at lunch if it means I can get to the next chapter in the book. I am the person who stresses out even when I know the answers. I am the person who doesn't think I'm funny, but can somehow make you laugh. I am the person who will always be there for you even when you don't want me around. I am the person who could be your best friend. I am the person you won't realize you needed until I'm gone.

If any of this is you, repost this. Add and subtract as you please because I am different from you, and that's what makes you special.