Valentine Day Special

Have you ever wondered where Valentine's Day came from?? You know about Christmas, and Easter, and perhaps even Halloween. Here is the version I found:
A man called Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.
Valentine was a man who made sure everyone knew how much they meant to him. But while in Prison, how could he tell them of his love??
And so he devised a plan, and quickly set it into motion. He began sendning letters and notes to his friends and family.
What was on them??
Small saying such as, 'Remember your Valentine' or 'Thinking about you, Valentine.'
He was killed on February 14.
It is said that his Family and Friends continued to send out small cards, telling everyone how much they loved them.
Slowly this everyday thing became scNothing at allr, until finally in became a yearly holiday called Valentine's Day, in memory of a great man.
And so I ask everyone,
'Will You Be My Valentine?'

I'd be this boyfriend.

When she stare's at your mouth

[ Kiss her ]



When she pushes you or hit's you

[ Grab her and dont let go ]



When she start's cursing at you

[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]



When she's quiet

[ Ask her whats wrong ]



When she ignore's you

[ Give her your attention ]



When she pull's away

[ Pull her back ]



When you see her at her worst

[ Tell her she's beautiful ]



When you see her start crying

[Just hold her and dont say a word ]



When you see her walking

[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]



When she's scared

[ Protect her ]



When she lay's her head on your shoulder

[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]



When she steal's your favorite hat

[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]



When she tease's you

[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]



When she doesnt answer for a long time

[ reassure her that everything is okay ]



When she look's at you with doubt

[ Back yourself up ]



When she say's that she like's you

[ she really does more than you could understand ]



When she grab's at your hands

[ Hold her's and play with her fingers ]



When she bump's into you

[ bump into her back and make her laugh ]



When she tell's you a secret

[ keep it safe and untold ]



When she looks at you in your eyes

[ dont look away until she does ]



When she misses you

[ she's hurting inside ]



When you break her heart

[ the pain never really goes away ]



When she says its over

[ she still wants you to be hers ]



When she repost this bulletin

[ she wants you to read it ]







- Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything.



- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go



- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her



- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you



- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her



- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up



- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.



- Tease her and let her tease you back.



- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.



- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.



- Give her the world.



- Let her wear your clothes.



- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.



- Let her know she's important.



- Kiss her in the pouring rain.



- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;

"Who's but am I kicking baby?"



If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will :

Call you.

Kiss you.

Love you.

Text you.

Guys post as: "I'd be this Boyfriend."

Girls post as: "A real Boyfriend

A fraction of a second...

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 with out 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 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 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 for ever.. 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) Repost this message, or



2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart