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all i want with all my heart for christmas is... Body: what i wish for on every shooting star on every first star i see at night everytime i blow out a candle and everytime i fall asleep is a guy who can fill the empty void in my chest and take my dark chaos of a life and make me happy, and giv me reason to wake up every morning just to see him and hear his voice and would do my very best to do the same for him ♥ thats all iv ever wished for and ill continue wishing the exact same wish till then <3

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 around. 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 himself. 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 didn'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 of mind from when I started. I couldn't get th e 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 for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Send this message to others, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart . The quote of the month is by Jay Leno: 'With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, 'Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?' For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us delete this, for the others ... pass it on! God Bless ___________________________________

The SON This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day! The ending will surprise you. Take my Son A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.' The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?' There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.' But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?' Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!' But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?' Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. 'We have $10, who will bid $20?' 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.' The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!' A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!' The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.' 'What about the paintings?' 'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!' God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?' Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE Please send this to ten people and back to the one who sent it to you. Do whatever you like, but remember that maybe 'one' of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make.' God Bless.

I sat in my seat of the Boeing 767 waiting for everyone to hurry and stow their carry-ons and grab a seat so we could start what I was sure to be a long, uneventful flight home. With the huge capacity and slow moving people taking their time to stuff luggage far too big for the overhead and never paying much attention to holding up the growing line behind them, I simply shook my head knowing that this flight was not starting out very well. I was anxious to get home to see my loved ones so I was focused on my issues and just felt like standing up and yelling for some of these clowns to get their act together. I knew I couldn't say a word so I just thumbed thru the "Sky Mall" magazine from the seat pocket in front of me. You know it's really getting rough when you resort to the over priced, useless sky mall crap to break the monotony. With everyone finally seated, we just sat there with the cabin door open and no one in any hurry to get us going although we were well past the scheduled take off time. No wonder the airline industry is in trouble I told myself. Just then, the attendant came on the intercom to inform us all that we were being delayed. The entire plane let out a collective groan. She resumed speaking to say "We are holding the aircraft for some very special people who are on their way to the plane and the delay shouldn't be more than 5 minutes. The word came after waiting six times as long as we were promised that I was finally going to be on my way home. Why the hoopla over "these" folks? I was expecting some celebrity or sport figure to be the reason for the hold up. Just get their butts in a seat and let's hit the gas I thought. The attendant came back on the speaker to announce in a loud and excited voice that we were being joined by several U.S. Marines returning home from Iraq ! Just as they walked on board, the entire plane erupted into applause. The men were a bit taken by surprise by the 340 people cheering for them as they searched for their seats. They were having their hands shook and touched by almost everyone who was within an arm's distance of them as they passed down the aisle. One elderly woman kissed the hand of one of the Marines as he passed by her. The applause, whistles and cheering didn't stop for a long time. When we were finally airborne, I was not the only civilian checking his conscience as to the delays in "me" getting home, finding my easy chair, a cold beverage and the remote in my hand. These men had done for all of us and I had been complaining silently about "me" and "my" issues I took for granted the everyday freedoms I enjoy and the conveniences of the American way of life. I took for granted that others had paid the price for my ability to moan and complain about a few minutes delay to "me" while those Heroes were going home to their loved ones. I attempted to get my selfish outlook back in order and minutes before we landed, I suggested to the attendant that she announce over the speaker a request for everyone to remain in their seats until our heroes were allowed to gather their things and be first off the plane. The cheers and applause continued until the last Marine stepped off and we all rose to go about our too often taken for granted everyday freedoms. I felt proud of them. I felt it an honor and a privilege to be among the first to welcome them home and say "Thank You for a job well done." I vowed that I will never forget that flight nor the lesson learned. I can't say it enough, THANK YOU to those Veterans and active servicemen and women who may read this and a prayer for those who cannot because they are no longer with us. GOD BLESS AMERICA ! WELCOME HOME AND THANKS FOR A JOB WELL DONE!! This is a ribbon for soldiers fighting in Iraq . Pass it on to everyone and pray. ou. . Image.gif Image.jpg Image.gif Image.gif Image.jpg Image.gif

Dig out the Vodka Who knew?!!!! 1. To remove a bandage painlessly, 366579.jpg saturate the bandage with vodka. The stuff dissolves adhesive. 2. To clean the caulking around bathtubs and showers, fill a trigger-spray bottle with vodka, spray the caulking, let set five minutes and wash clean. 366589.jpg The alcohol in the vodka kills mold and mildew. 3. To clean your eyeglasses, 3665c8.gif simply wipe the lenses with a soft, clean cloth dampened with vodka. The alcohol in the vodka cleans the glass and kills germs. 4. Prolong the life of razors by filling a cup with vodka and letting your safety razor blade soak in the alcohol after shaving. 3665d7.jpg The vodka disinfects the blade and prevents rusting. 5. Spray vodka on wine stains, 3665e7.jpg scrub with a brush, and then blot dry. 6. Using a cotton ball, apply vodka to your face 3665f6.jpg as an astringent to cleanse the skin and tighten pores. 7. Add a jigger of vodka to a 12-ounce bottle of shampoo. 366606.jpg The alcohol cleanses the scalp, removes toxins from hair, and stimulates the growth of healthy hair. 8. Fill a sixteen-ounce trigger-spray bottle with vodka 366645.gif366683.gif3666c2.gif and spray bees or wasps to kill them. 9 Pour one-half cup vodka and one-half cup water into a Ziploc freezer bag 3666d1.jpg and freeze for a slushy, refreshing ice pack for aches, pain or black eyes. 10. Fill a clean, used mayonnaise jar with freshly packed lavender flowers, 3666e1.jpg fill the jar with vodka, seal the lid tightly and set in the sun for three days. Strain liquid through a coffee filter, then apply the tincture to aches and pains. 11. To relieve a fever, use a washcloth 3666f0.jpg to rub vodka on your chest and back as a liniment. 12. To cure foot odor, 366700.jpg wash your feet with vodka. 13 Vodka will disinfect 366710.jpg and alleviate a jellyfish sting. 14. Pour vodka over an area affected with poison ivy 36671f.jpg to remove the urushiol oil from your skin. 15. Swish a shot of vodka over an aching tooth. 36672f.jpg Allow your gums to absorb some of the alcohol to numb the pain. 36673f.jpg And silly me! I've only been drinking the stuff.

This about says it all Whether Democrat or Republican, I think you'll get a kick out of this! A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?' Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.' So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.' The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.' The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit .

Sometimes Home Is A Cardboard Box Today I feel sad please don't watch me cry My Hobo hat's pulled low to hide my eyes You don't see my tears anyway everything I had's been taken away Even my name has been lost scary how much life costs doesn't matter what's in a name? when nothing about me is the same I've been kicked out of the Wal-Mart parking lot The man there hates the homeless, that's the thanks I got who knows he may be two steps from my spot and sometimes home is a cardboard box.

A Long Night You don't know where your shadow will fall. the light ever changing, east, west, sun, and moon, bright, soft or none at all. My shadow's taller than my soul. when the sun sinks low, and my sky's aglow of orange like cantaloupe My shadows are many, running here walking there, chasing one in front, the one behind stabbeths so beware It's the ones at night that cause me fright, for no light maketh them appear, they sleep not nor do I, it's going to be a long night

Innocent Years Pretty little girl, with a ribbon in her hair, Born out of love, that we once did share. I'll try to protect her, so she'll have no fears, Because these are her innocent years Happy little girl, with a smile upon her face, Plays with no cares, in a dress full of lace I'll do my best to keep her from tears, Because these are her innocent years Sad little girl, with a frown upon her face, Her mommy has left, disappeared without trace. Now it is me that is left, to dry all her tears, what is happening to her innocent years? Depressed is my girl, woe, are the things she keeps inside, She is only fourteen, but imagines how to die. She needed her mom, in her changing years Gone now forever are her innocent years.

I have seen this before but well worth the read> >> >>This is beautiful please read !! >> >>A drunk man in an Oldsmobile >>They said had run the light >>That caused the six-car pileup >>On 109 that night. >> >>When broken bodies lay about >>And blood was everywhere, >>The sirens screamed out eulogies, >>For death was in the air. >> >>A mother, trapped inside her car, >>Was heard above the noise; >>Her plaintive plea near split the air: >>Oh, God, please spare m y boys! >> >>She fought to loose her pinned hands; >>She struggled to get free, >>But mangled metal held her fast >>In grim captivity. >> >>Her frightened eyes then focused >>On where the back seat once had been, >>But all she saw was broken glass and >>Two children's seats crushed in. >> >>Her twins were nowhere to be seen; >>She did not hear them cry, >>And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, >>Oh, God, don't let them die! >> >>Then firemen came and cut her loose, >>But when they searched the back, >>They found therein no little boys, >>But the seat belts were intact. >> >>They thought the woman had gone mad >>And was travelling alone, >>But when they turned to question her, >>They discovered she was gone. >> >>The;Policemen saw her running wild >>And screaming above the noise >>In beseeching supplication, >>Please help me find my boys! >> >>They're four years old and wear blue shirts; >>Their jeans are blue to match. >>One cop spoke up, They're in my car, >>And they don't have a scratch. >> >>They said their daddy put them there >>And gave them each a cone, >>Then told them both to wait for Mom >>To come and take them home. >> >>I've searched the area high and low, >>But I can't find their dad. >>He must have fled the scene, >>I guess, and that is very bad. >> >>The mother hugged the twins and said, >>While wiping at a tear, >>He could not flee the scene, you see, >>For he's been dead a year. >> >>The cop just looked confused and asked, > ;>Now, how can that be true? >>The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came >>And left a kiss for you. >> >>He told us not to worry >>And that you would be all right, >>And then he put us in this car with >>The pretty, flashing light. >> >>We wanted him to stay with us, >>Because we miss him so, >>But Mommy, he just hugged us tight >>And said he had to go. >> >>He said someday we'd understand >>And told us not to fuss, >>And he said to tell you, Mommy, >>He's watching over us. >> >>The mother knew without a doubt >>That what they spoke was true, >>For she recalled their dad's last words, >>I will watch over you. >> >>The firemen's notes could not explain >>The twisted, mangled car, >>And how the three of them escaped >>Without a single scar. >> >>But on the cop's report was scribed, >>In print so very fine, >>An angel walked the beat tonight on >>Highway 109. >> >>He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare. >>This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, >>He saw me, and he asked: 'My child, what is your greatest wish for >>today?' >> >>I responded: 'Lord please, take care of the person who is reading >>this message, their family and their special friends. >>They deserve it and I love them very much.' >> >>This message works on the day you receive it. >>Let us see if it is true ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they >>don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS. >> >>Pass this on to your true friends.