ATTITUDE MAKES A DIFFERENCE

Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice
Son: “I will choose my own bride!”
Father: “But the girl is Bill Gate’s daughter.”
Son: “Well, in that case…ok”
Next Father approaches Bill Gates:
Father: “I have a husband for your daughter.”
Bill Gates: “But my daughter is too young to marry!”
Father: “But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank.”
Bill Gates: “Ah, in that case…ok”
Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank:
Father: “I have a young man to be recommended as a Vice-president.”
President: “But I already have more vice-presidents than I need!”
Father: “But this young man is Bill Gate’s son-in-law.”
President: “Ah, in that case…ok”
This is how business is done!!

Moral: Even If you have nothing, you can get anything.
But your attitude should be positive.

FRIENDS

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. First day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence….

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

He said, “You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. “A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.”

THE RING

A girl was sitting on a chair at the gas station she worked at. She looked up and saw her boyfriend walk in. As he was looking at snacks, a man walked in and pointed a gun at her. He had been admiring her ring her boyfriend had given to her as a token of his love. When he asked her to give it to him, she said no. Her boyfriend looked up just in time to see her shot. He ran over to the killer and beat him over the head with a hammer that was for sale. Then he ran and called 911. When the ambulance came, he was sobbing uncontrollably near his girlfriend. The doctor came over and felt for her pulse. Then he stood up and said she was still alive. Later at the hospital, as he was sitting beside her, he asked”Why didn’t you just give him the ring?” and then she softly spoke”Because when you gave it to me, you said it was part of your love for me and I knew if I gave him the ring, I would lose that love.” The next day, she was pronounced dead.

STUDYING MY DEATH

I study death as one would an especially curious insect, part metal, part decomposing flesh. I am detached and cold as I contemplate my own demise. The death of others is but a statistic. I would have made a great American governor, or general, or statesman – sentencing people to a bureaucratic, emotionless, end. Death is a constant presence in my life, as I disintegrate from within and from without. It is no stranger, but a comforting horizon. I would not seek it actively – but I am often terrified by the abhorrent thought of immortality. I would have gladly lived forever as an abstract entity. But, as I am, ensconced in my decaying corpse, I would rather die on schedule.

Hence my aversion to suicide. I love life – its surprises, intellectual challenges, technological innovations, scientific discoveries, unsolved mysteries, diverse cultures and societies. In short, I like the cerebral dimensions of my existence. I reject only the corporeal ones. I am enslaved to my mind and enthralled by it. It is my body that I hold in increasing contempt.

While I fear not death – I do fear dying. The very thought of pain makes me dizzy. I am a confirmed hypochondriac. I go into a frenzy at the sight of my own blood. I react with asthma to stress. I don’t mind BEING dead – I mind the torture of getting there. I loathe and dread prolonged, body dissolving, maladies such as cancer or diabetes.

Yet none of this motivates me to maintain my health. I am obese. I do not exercise. I am internally inundated by cholesterol. My teeth crumble. My eyesight fails. I can barely hear when spoken to. I do nothing to ameliorate these circumstances beyond superstitiously popping assorted vitamin pills and drinking wine. I know I am rushing towards a crippling stroke, a devastating heart attack, or a diabetic meltdown.

But I keep still, hypnotized by the on-coming headlights of physical doom. I rationalize this irrational behaviour. My time, I argue with myself, is too precious to be wasted on jogging and muscle stretching. Anyhow it would do no good. The odds are overwhelmingly adverse. It is all determined by heredity.

I used to find my body arousing – its pearly whiteness, its effeminate contours, the pleasure it yielded once stimulated. I no longer do. All self-appreciation was buried under the gellous, translucent, fat that is my constitution now. I hate my sweat – this salty adhesive that clings to me relentlessly. At least my scents are virile. Thus, I am not very attached to the vessel that contains me. I wouldn’t mind to see it go. But I resent the farewell price – those protracted, bilious, and bloody agonies we call “passing away”. Afflicted by death – I wish it only to be inflicted as painlessly and swiftly as possible. I wish to die as I have lived – detached, oblivious, absent minded, apathetic, and on my terms.

NEVER GIVE UP

One day I decided to quit…
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. .. I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
“God”, I asked, “Can you give me one good reason not to quit?”
His answer surprised me…
“Look around”, He said. “Do you see the fern and the bamboo?”
“Yes”, I replied.
“When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light.
I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.
In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.
“In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.
But I would not quit.
In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would
not quit.” He said.
“Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared
to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. ..But just 6
months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.”
He asked me. “Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots”.
“I would not quit on the bamboo.
I will never quit on you.”
“Don’t compare yourself to others.”
He said.
“The bamboo had adifferent Purpose than the fern.
Yet they both make the forest beautiful.”
“Your time will come”, God said to me.
“You will rise high”
“How high should I rise?”
I asked.
“How high will the bamboo rise?” He asked in return.
“As high as it can?” I questioned.
“Yes.” He said, “Give me glory by rising as high as you can.”
I left the forest and brought back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.
Never, Never, Never Give up.

STOP ABORTION

AN EYE OPENER FOR THE YOUTH TODAY…

Dear Mommy and Papa,

I am in Heaven now, sitting on God’ lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl.

I don’t quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.

I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.

Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much.

One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn’t imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.

I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, ” Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me.”

Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn’t anymore.Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. Itdidn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.

Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.

I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn’t; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.

I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.

I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn’t know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.I felt myself rising.

I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.

The angel took me to God and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.

He answered, “Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels.” I don’t know what abortion is; I guess that’s the name of the monster.

I’m writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn’t; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn’t want to die.

Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.

Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.

Love,

Your Baby Girl

MORAL OF THE STORY

A teacher told her young class to ask their parents For a family story with a moral at the end of it, and To return the next day to tell their stories.

In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example First, “My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One Day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket On the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump In the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the Eggs broke.”
The moral of the story is not to put all Your eggs in one basket..

“Very good,” said the teacher.

Next, Mary said, “We are farmers too. We had twenty Eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got Ten chicks.”

“The moral of this story is not to count Your chickens before they are hatched”

“Very good ,” said the teacher again, very pleased with The response so far.

Next it was Barney’s turn to tell his story: “My dad Told me this story about my Aunt Karen. Aunt Karen Was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got Hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all She had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a Machete.”

“Go on,” said the teacher, intrigued.

“Aunt Karen drank the whiskey on the way down to
Prepare herself; then she landed right in the middle Of a hundred enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of Them with the machine gun until she ran out of Bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete Till the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten With her bare hands.”

“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher,
“What did Your father say was the moral of that frightening Story?”

The child said “Stay away from Aunt Karen when she’s been Drinking”

JEALOUS HUSBAND

A jealous husband hired a private detective to check on the movements of his wife.

The husband wanted more than a written report; he wanted video of his wife’s activities.

A week later, the detective returned with a video.

They sat down together to watch it. Although the quality was less than professional, the man saw his wife meeting another man!

He saw the two of them laughing in the park.

He saw them enjoying themselves at an outdoor cafe.

He saw them dancing in a dimly lit nightclub.

He saw the man and his wife participate in a dozen activities with utter glee.

“I just can’t believe this,” the distraught husband said.

The detective said, “What’s not to believe? It’s right up there on the screen!”

The husband replied, “I can’t believe that my wife could be so much fun!”

LESSONS IN LOGIC

Lessons in Logic

If your father is a poor man,
it is your fate but,
if your father-in-law is a poor man,
it’s your stupidity.
………………………………………………………………
I was born intelligent -
education ruined me.
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Practice makes perfect…..
But nobody’s perfect……
so why practice?
………………………………………………………………
If it’s true that we are here to help others,
then what exactly are the others here for?
………………………………………………………………
Since light travels faster than sound,
people appear bright until you hear them speak.
………………………………………………………………
How come “abbreviated” is such a long word?
………………………………………………………………
Money is not everything.
There’s Mastercard & Visa.
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One should love animals.
They are so tasty.
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Behind every successful man, there is a woman
And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.
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Every woman should marry.
After all, happiness is not the only thing in life.
………………………………………………………………
The wise never marry.
and when they marry they become otherwise.
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Success is a relative term.
It brings so many relatives.
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Never put off the work till tomorrow
what you can put off today.
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“Your future depends on your dreams”
So go to sleep
………………………………………………………………
There should be a better way to start a day
Than waking up every morning
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“Hard work never killed anybody”
But why take the risk
………………………………………………………………
“Work fascinates me”
I can look at it ! for hours
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God made relatives;
Thank God we can choose our friends.
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The more you learn, the more you know,
The more you know, the more you forget
The more you forget, the less you know
So.. why learn.
………………………………………………………………
A bus station is where a bus stops.
A train station is where a train stops.
On my desk, I have a work station….
what more can I say…

WHY MEN LIE ???

One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a
river,
his axe fell into the river.

When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, “Why are you crying?”
The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into the water, and
he needed the axe to make his living.

The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe.
“Is this your axe?” the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied, “No.”
The Lord again went down and came up with a silver axe. “Is this
your
axe?”
the
Lord asked. Again, the woodcutter replied, “No.”

The Lord went down again and came up with an iron axe. “Is this
your axe?” the Lord asked. The woodcutter replied, “Yes.”

The Lord was pleased with the man’s honesty and gave him all three
axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.

Some time later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the
riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out,
the Lord again appeared and asked him, “Why are you crying?” “Oh
Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!”

The Lord went down into the water and came up with Jennifer Lopez.
“Is this your wife?” the Lord asked.
“Yes,” cried the woodcutter.
The Lord was furious. “You lied! That is an untruth!”
The woodcutter replied, “Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a
misunderstanding.
You see, if I had said ‘no’ to Jennifer Lopez, You would have come
up with Catherine Zeta-Jones. Then if I also said ‘no’ to her, You
would have come up with my wife. Had I then said ‘yes,’ you would
have given
all
three to me.

Lord, I am a poor man, and am not able to take care of all three
wives, so THAT’S why I said yes to Jennifer Lopez.”

The moral of this story is: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good
and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others.

That’s our story, and we’re sticking to it.

WHY MY HEART ???

      

nia's broken heart

• You where my all the one I adored, The one who I trusted the most in the world. I gave you the pureist of me You asked me to trust you. See my love was real i guess yours was fake because i would have never lied to you or pushed you away. You have no idea how much I have cried asking the Lord why my heart, why did you brake me in half this pain that consumes me and won’t let me think . My heart had never felt such pain yet the one who asked me to trust caused this enourmous hurt and disappointment and yes shame. Don’t worry about saying sorry or you wish me the best what goes around comes around and that is what i have to say about that. Adios Mi Amor My Bay this Love is the One you let slip away. Don’t think that I will cry forever I love myself too much But yes know this you hurt me soooo Dam much. One day the only one you gave away will be the one your wishing for. Why my heart????

MISSING YOU !

 

nia

i’ve been living my alone

trying to get you out of my life

but after all this time
i can’t help myself but miss you

you’re once a dream that came true
an illusion that turned to reality
but suddenly, things turned differently
the way they used to be
untill such time i have no choice but to let you go

you’re the reason for my sleepless nights
coz you keep stayin’ on my mind
i can’t help myself from crying
coz i’m missing you so much……..

all the pain & sadness are bound inside my heart
all the memories are still preserve in my mind
i miss you so much
coz i can’t hide the fact that i’m still inlove with you

my life will never be the same again
now that you’re gone
i’ll be trapped in this loneliness forever
unless a girl like you will bloom into my life again….

I thought this was a letter I would never have to write,
I hoped my tongue was something I could bite.
I’ve realized its just something I cannot do,
Here are my feelings, just a few.
First, I’m still so In Love with you, after all this time,
You told me the same, then left me, what a crime.
Time has passed, everyday you’re on my mind,
Your love is with someone else now, what a bind.
I’m so jealous, he’s the luckiest guy I know,
I can’t do this friendship thing anymore, so off I go.
The pain of losing you is still fresh in my brain,
even after almost 2 years, everyday my heart feels the pain.
Will we ever be together again, i say as I sob and mope
as each day passes, I lose a little more hope.
I’ll always LOVE you Bhu** hold these words true
Don’t hate me for this, this is what pain is making me do.
My heart is broken in so many a part,
Do I still have a place in your heart?

The Doctor

I studied medicine in a famous university. Since my parents couldn’t afford the expensive tuition fees, I had to work in a restaurant as a waitress.

That was how I met Troy, the owner of the restaurant. He’s a devilishly handsome guy and a very young multi-millionaire. After several months, I realized two things. The first one is I enjoyed my work very much. The second one is that I’m madly in love with my boss with all my heart and I love him more than anyone else.

My heart skips a beat when he lays his eyes on me. His sweet little words gently touch my heart from within. The most wonderful thing that ever happened in my life was when he approached me to tell me he loves me too. That was when I realized that the guy I secretly love feels the same way as I do!

It was a perfect relationship. Even though I feel awkward every time he’s with me, I’m very happy because it’s a dream come true.

After a year, we still longed for each other in our relationship. Our feelings were the same as before. However one day, I noticed he became uncomfortable with us. I asked him why.

He looks into my eyes directly and says those words. Those words which broke my heart into pieces. He’s breaking up with me. He told me that I’m the biggest mistake in his life and I’m not suited to have a relationship with him. He went on further to say that I’m just a low prize girl that seeks a rich guy to change my social status to solve my financial problems.

I felt numbed. Maybe it was due to the tears that flow ceaselessly from my eyes. I turned my back to him and ran away. I reached home with a strange feeling. I felt pity for myself and anger at the same time. As I lay on my bed, I promise myself not to love him anymore. That night, I tried not to think of him anymore and to forget him indefinitely. But how? I couldn’t even stop myself from crying.

Many days, months and years passed rapidly. I was sitting comfortably in my swivel chair when my secretary gently tapped me. She told me that I need to visit my new patient in Room 207.

Yes, I’m now a successful and a famous doctor. I have my own house, cars and everything that I did not have before. After suffering for the last few years, I finally managed to attain my goals. However, I know that I’m not completely happy because even time couldn’t heal the big wound in my heart. A wound that only one guy can cure.

As I reached the room, my heart skipped a beat. I know that patient personally. I know the thin and pale man lying on the bed. It’s Troy! He’s the man whom I still love even though he dumped and hurt me. He was also the same man who is the reason for my eagerness to succeed.

I called his name softly. Even though his eyes were closed, there was a single tear drop in his eye. It was a sign indicating that he knows that I’m here. I picked up the letter beside him. As I read the letter, my tears began to fall…

Hey baby,

I might not be awake when you’re reading this either due to my illness or maybe I’m already not around. I just want to say sorry because I lied. What I’ve told you in our last talk is definitely not true. That was the day I found out that I was struck by cancer. I didn’t want to let you know. I didn’t want you to worry for me.

I want to let you know that if my life would to start all over again, you’re still the one I’m going to pick.

However, since I’m dying, I promise you that I will love you until my last breath…

Troy

He was pronounced dead as I finished reading.

kisi nazuk se lamhay

Kisi nazuk se lamhay main..
Kisi din shaam se pehle…
Agar main chupke se tere kaanon main yeh keh doon…
Ke mujhe tumse mohabbat hai…
To tum naraz mat hona…
Faqat itna tum karna…
Mujhe baahon main le ke tum…
Meri aankhon main aankhain dal kar…
Mere baalon ko sehla kar…
Bas itna keh dena…

TUM PYAR ke laayaq nahin…

NAQAAB

Gali se ek ladki guzra karti thi
Uske chehre par naqab hua karta tha
Phir bhi us par ek ladka marta tha
Shayad woh use dilo jaan se chahata tha
Woh use baar baar kehta
“Muh se naqaab hata do apna chaand sa mukhda dekha do”.
Par ladki ne muh se naqaab na hataya Ladke ko apna chehra na
dikhaya.
Kayi din beet gaye ladki ko woh ladka nazar na aaya
Ladki kuch pareshan si rehne lagi
Kisi tarah poochte poochte woh uske ghar pohochi.
Padosiyon ne kaha ” Mohtarma, aap ko aane main thodi der ho gaye us
deewane ke to saat roz pehle hi maut ho gaye”.
Padosi ne apna farz nibhaya ladki ko ladke ki qabr tak pohochaya,
Ladki zor zor se rone lagi apne aansuon se qabr ko dhone lagi
Tabhi kabar se ek aawaz aayi….
“Waqt waqt ke baat hai pehle tumhare chehre par naquab tha aur aaj
humare chehre par hai..”

facts of life

In Life V ‘Hide’
Coz
V Wanna B ‘Missed’
…
V Go ‘Al0ne’ To See
Who ‘Foll0ws’

V Get ‘Angry’ To See
Who ‘Ap0logises’

V Let 0ur Hearts
Be Broken Just To See
Who ‘Comes’ n ‘Fixes’

V Sit ‘Al0ne’ To See
Who Gives Us ‘C0mpany’

V ‘Walk Away’ To See
Who ‘Calls’ Us Back …

Life Is Always Bit
KrazZzY …

i owe it to the glow in your eyes

I Owe It to the Glow
In Your Eyes
n
The Silent Huge Love
In their Ocean..
…To The Smiles Which
take me So far away..
To The Feeling that
I’m Safe Under Your
Umbrella..
To your Hugs..
Your Deep soft Looks
when I’m around..
Just Everything I am,
0r Ever wanted to be..
I Owe to The Fact That:
I’m Yours..
n
Because
YOU ARE MINE,
I Own The World..! ♥

Most TOUCHING LINES by a boy whoz beloved was marrying sum1 else

Aaj dulhan k laal jode me use uski shaliyon ne sajaya hoga,,,
meri jaan k gore haathon ko mehndi se sajaya hoga…
bahut gehre chadha hoga mehndi ka rang,,,
…us mehndi me usne mera naam chhupaya hoga….
rah rah k ro padi hogi,,,jb usko mera khayal aaya hoga….
khud ko dekha hoga jb aaine me to akks mera bhi nazar aaya hoga…
bahut pyaari lg rahi hogi wo,,aaj..
dekh kr usko chand b sharmaya hoga…
aaj meri jaan ne apne maa baap ki izzat ko bachaya hoga…
usne beti hone ka har farz nibhaya hoga. . . .
sochta hu kis tarah usne khud ko samjhaya hoga…a
pne hathon se hamare khaton ko jalaya hoga…
khud ko mazbut banakar meri yado ko mitaya hoga…
bhukhi hogi wo jaanta hu main,,mere bina usne kuch na khaya hoga..

Empty Arms and a Broken Heart

When I’m alone, and no one can see,
Tears form behind my eyes,
Every time you glance at me,
A part inside of me dies

Knowing it can never happen,
Knowing it can’t be true,
Shatters my heart and my world,
All I want is to be with you

If I could just hold you,
Just to know you’re there,
I would treasure that moment forever,
Just to prove how much I care

But I’m left with only a dream,
Left to wander – I’ve played my part,
I am all alone once again,
With empty arms and a broken heart.

Death of an Innocent

I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,
And now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom….
I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I’ll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you,
you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

 

The meaning for best friends

The meaning for best friends is someone that is there for you. And there is a best friend out there for each and everyone of use. Even the president of the United States and Lady Gaga had a best friend or has a best friend. The only reson i say that because if you are wierd,famos,hot,smart,mean,sporty,or a different color of skin there is friend out there waiting patiently for you. Even if it takes a second,a hour,a day,a month,or years you will find them.

*HOW I FEEL INSIDE*

have you ever wanted to talk
but never really dared?
or missed the oppurtunity
to tell him that you really cared?
pretended that it doesent hurt,
and said that its ok
and spent each day wishing
it’d all just go away?
acted how you should
so noone knew you cried
and never let him see
how you really felt inside