whiddlesmort

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 afterall, 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.

1910-2008 †
A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During  WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist.  Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool  box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the  back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to  bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The  soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the  kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500  children. She eventually was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs,  arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the  kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree  in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may  have survived and reunited some of the families. Most had been killed.  She helped those children get placement into foster family homes or  adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming.

1910-2008 

A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children. She eventually was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and reunited some of the families. Most had been killed. She helped those children get placement into foster family homes or adopted.

Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming.

sheisjustaloner
sowhatbitch:

Let me tell you about the story of this girl. She is my heart sister.
I know her since 1990, when we both were months of age. Our mums met in a shop and we started to play with each other while they were talking. We have been friends for 20 years. We still being friends.She always had a complicated life, like an absent dad, economy problems and more. She even cut herself sometimes. And I am telling all this because I know she doesn’t mind, she tells it to everyone who want to hear her story.She was just beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. And, in my eyes, she still is.Someday, like 4 years ago, she went to dance to a disco away from her house. She was with a friend. She drank, like most of the teenagers does. Her friend was with a guy who had a car, so when the night was over (maybe a little bit earlier), the three of them got into the car. Her friend and the guy were on the front seats and she was at the back. This guy (knows God whatever he wanted to or what was he thinking) crossed the train barrier when it was down. I mean, the train was just going to pass, but he didn’t care and he crossed it. The train hit the car. Twice. The two times, the car was beaten on the back, where my friend were sat, because the car spun on its own axis. The guy and the girl were well, but my friend was in coma. She remained like this for I don’t know how many months. I visited her once a week, because I was on school and, honestly, seeing her like that made me so sad, it made me feel like shit. Suddenly, a day she woke up and she started all again. She had to learn how to talk, how to walk, how to do all kind of small things by herself. But she made it. Now she talks, she walks, she dances, she smiles..There are a lot of things she has to do yet, but I am so proud of her. I am in tears, cause every time I talk about this.. well, it wasn’t a good time. She lives far from my house, but I try to see her once in a while, because I miss her and I love her so much. It still difficult for me because she is not the one I knew, but when I see her, every bad thought is gone. She is my sister. I chose her as my sister. And she knows every time she needs me, I am going to be there, like all this time.

sowhatbitch:

Let me tell you about the story of this girl. She is my heart sister.

I know her since 1990, when we both were months of age. Our mums met in a shop and we started to play with each other while they were talking. We have been friends for 20 years. We still being friends.
She always had a complicated life, like an absent dad, economy problems and more. She even cut herself sometimes. And I am telling all this because I know she doesn’t mind, she tells it to everyone who want to hear her story.
She was just beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. And, in my eyes, she still is.
Someday, like 4 years ago, she went to dance to a disco away from her house. She was with a friend. She drank, like most of the teenagers does. Her friend was with a guy who had a car, so when the night was over (maybe a little bit earlier), the three of them got into the car. Her friend and the guy were on the front seats and she was at the back. This guy (knows God whatever he wanted to or what was he thinking) crossed the train barrier when it was down. I mean, the train was just going to pass, but he didn’t care and he crossed it. The train hit the car. Twice. The two times, the car was beaten on the back, where my friend were sat, because the car spun on its own axis.
The guy and the girl were well, but my friend was in coma. She remained like this for I don’t know how many months. I visited her once a week, because I was on school and, honestly, seeing her like that made me so sad, it made me feel like shit.
Suddenly, a day she woke up and she started all again. She had to learn how to talk, how to walk, how to do all kind of small things by herself. But she made it. Now she talks, she walks, she dances, she smiles..
There are a lot of things she has to do yet, but I am so proud of her. I am in tears, cause every time I talk about this.. well, it wasn’t a good time. She lives far from my house, but I try to see her once in a while, because I miss her and I love her so much. It still difficult for me because she is not the one I knew, but when I see her, every bad thought is gone. She is my sister. I chose her as my sister. And she knows every time she needs me, I am going to be there, like all this time.

Good Bye Declan

Realmente no se que siento en estos mismos momentos :( Siento que destruyeron lo bonito de hace algunos años :(  Tal vez no entiendan la impresión que me dio, pero recuerden cuando se separó OV7, Kabah o Nsync. 

Declan Galbraith se retira de la música.

Si, estoy seguro de que nadie lo conoce, pero en serio me dolió muchísimo. MUCHÍSIMO. Recuerdo que cuando lo escuché cantar por primera vez me traumó las notas a las que llegaba. Como sus discos no los vendían en México, descargaba cada canción que sacaba. CADA UNA. Presentaciones en vivo, sus discos, canciones no lanzadas, unpluggeds, TODO. si salía cantando 3 segundos en un lugar, lo hacía canción. Tenía como 200 canciones de él cuando solo se comercializaron como 40. Y lo escuchaba todo el día. 

Amé su disco “Thank You”. Es el mejor de los que tuvo. En esos tiempos yo no escuchaba nada de música y Declan me trajo de regreso a escuchar música. Ahorita lo tengo olvidado, ya no lo escucho tan seguido ni tengo sus canciones pero me dolió en el alma que se haya retirado de la música :(

Aunque le vi el fin a su carrera cuando le cambió la voz y no me gustó mucho su último album… Su voz cambió y perdió la capacidad de llegar a ciertas notas. Pero en mi interior guardaba la esperanza de escucharlo de nuevo U.U

Algo que siempre me molestó es ver como su papá y su tío lo controlaban y explotaban al pobre. Lo ponían a trabajar desde chiquito y todo eso. Ahora ellos son los que (al ver que ya no tienen ganancias) lo retiraron de la música para ponerlo a estudiar.

El retiro ya llevaba varios años, pero hasta ahora es cuando se hizo oficial. Nunca fue muy famoso. Solo era conocido en Inglaterra, Alemania y Japón. 

Por una parte me alegro que se haya retirado por que ya de plano se le atrofió la voz (xD) y retomara sus estudios. Pero en serio me partió la noticia. Conocí gente increíble gracias a él.

Si alguien se tomó el tiempo de leer esto, en serio les digo que vale la pena escucharlo. Sus canciones emblemáticas son “an angel” y “Tell me why” (Por cierto, por esta canción tiene un record Guiness por el coro de niños mas grande)