Manda Monium's blog: "Please Read This."

I was walking around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his 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.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She 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 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 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) Copy & Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

(this is my first blog so bare with me)

Amanda is my name. I have been a part of Fubar for over three years now. I am the DJ Manager of Club Vegas. I have been there since the day it opened and have met some really awesome people that I would have never met had it not been for Sassy, Brian, and Mimi (the owners of Vegas).

Just recently we had a incident with a coder of outs. We needed help and he was not around so a few people in our lounge went looking for a coder to help out. The found one who could code our lounge where it did not lag anyone because we had had a lot of complaints about it, but our coder got mad about being replaced and completely fired himself. Him and his fu-wife then left and unsubscribed from Club Vegas. When this coder left he told me that he wouldn't ask me to choose between him and Vegas.

Now you see Sassy is like my big sis, and the coder well I loved him and he claimed to love me as well. So you see my predicament. Yesterday Coder (that is what I will refer when I speak of him because I am not going to drop in his name I'm just not like that) came asking me how he couldn't believe I was still at Club Vegas after how he was treated. I proceeded to tell him I didn't and wouldn't choose. Then he said If something happened to me or his girl he would drop everything and be by our sides and tell all of them to fuck off. I then told him.

"You want me to choose? You have my love and hear, but yet I have to stand by to watch and hear you call your fu-wife baby and honey and tell her you lover her knowing you will never tell me or call me the same in front of her. I sit around waiting to talk to you at night after she has gone to bed even though I have to work early the next morning. You tell me to leave them and if they trully cared about me they would still stand by me. That would be a very lonely existance for me. Only having you part time and not having them at all. But if you truly cared about me you would never ask me to choose in the first place. Sassy never once asked me to choose. In telling me to choose you have in fact chose for me."

Because he couldn't accept me the way I was. He has lost me. This is the third time he has shut me out and ignored me it will not happen again. I have his two last messages here from the end of our last conversation and my comments then I will e done and on my way to putting this behind me.

1) He said "You made your decision now I hope you rot in hell with the rest of Vegas." My thoughts on this. First if I may rot in hell but it's not going to be because of what happened here. For I don't believe I was wrong for standing by my friends. I hope all of you who frequent Club VEgas are reading this because I know that Vegas is a great lounge. And I don't think you would appreciate what was said about it all. I don't believe you are the type of people to let him push us down. He thinks he can drive Club Vegas into the ground. Let's show him he is wrong and that Vegas can and will triumph over his immature and stupid hissy fits.

2) He said. "You just proved to me what I am to you and how much you trully care. You don't know the meaning of love, care, and commitment." My response to this lovely little tidbit is BULLSHIT! If he had given two shits about me or my feelings. If he had truly loved me he wouldn't have aksed me to choose between two very special people in the first place. But you would think that if "I" am not the one that knows the meaning of love, care, and commitment and he did. Then they the hell would he sneak around on someone he claims to be in love with. I mean it's all over his page afterall.

I know I was not right in doing what I did with him knowing he was not available in that sense and I will take the responsibility of my actions and try my hardest not to do it again with anyone else who is not free to show his love for me. I may not know everything about being in love or commited, but I at least learn from my mistakes.

I am 22 years old and I have learned a lot from this childish and immature incident from a fully grown man in his 30's and who doesn't know what the hell he wants, but it WILL NOT happen again. I hope you are reading this and it gives you some insight on how truly Fucked Up some people really are.

If  the red
shirt thing is new to you, read below how it went for a
man....

Last
 week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I  noticed a Marine
sergeant traveling with a  folded flag, but did not put two and two
 together..

After we boarded our flight, I  turned to the
sergeant, who'd been invited to  sit in First Class (across from me), and
 inquired if he was heading home.

No, he  responded.
Heading
out I asked?

No.  I'm escorting a soldier home.

Going to
 pick him up?

No. He is with me right now.  He was killed in
Iraq , I'm taking him home to  his family.

The realization of what
he  had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the  gut. It was an
honor for him. He told me that,  although he didn't know the soldier, he
had  delivered the news of his passing to the  soldier's family and
felt as if he knew them  after many conversations in so few days.
 

I turned back to him, extended my hand,  and said, Thank you
Thank you for doing what  you do so my family and I can do what we do.
 

Upon landing in Chicago the pilot  stopped short of the gate
and made the following  announcement over the intercom.

"Ladies
 and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have  had the honor of
having Sergeant Steeley of the  United States Marine Corps join us on this
 flight He is escorting a fallen comrade back  home to his family. I
ask that you please remain  in your seats when we open the forward door to
 allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive  his fellow soldier. We
will then turn off the  seat belt sign.."

Without a sound, all
 went as requested. I noticed the sergeant  saluting the casket as it
was brought off the  plane, and his action made me realize that I am
 proud to be an American.

So here's a  public Thank You to our
military Men and Women  for what you do so we can live the way we
 do.

Red Fridays.

Very soon, you  will see a great many
people wearing Red every  Friday. The reason? Americans who support our
 troops used to be called the "silent majority."  We are no longer
silent, and are voicing our  love for God, country and home in record
 breaking numbers. We are not organized,  boisterous or overbearing.


Many  Americans, like you, me and all our friends,  simply
want to recognize that the vast majority  of America supports our troops.
Our idea of  showing solidarity and support for our troops  with
dignity and respect starts this Friday --  and continues each and every
Friday until the  troops all come home, sending a deafening  message
that .... Every red-blooded American who  supports our men and women a far,
will wear  something red.

By word of mouth, press,  TV --
let's make the United States on every  Friday a sea of red much like a
homecoming  football game in the bleachers. If every one of  us who
loves this country will share this with  acquaintances, coworkers, friends,
and family,  it will not be long before the USA is covered in  RED and
it will let our troops know the once  "silent" majority is on their side
more than  ever, certainly more than the media lets  on.

The
first thing a soldier says when  asked "What can we do to make things
better for  you?" is. "We need your support and your  prayers." Let's
get the word out and lead with  class and dignity, by example, and wear
 something red every Friday.

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