giving up a life

A guy and girl were speeding over 100 mph on a road?

Girl:"Slow down. I'm scared."

Guy:"No, this is fun."

Girl:"No, its not. Please, its too scary."

Guy:"Then tell me you love me."

Girl:"Fine, I love you. Slow down!"

Guy:"Now give me a BIG hug."

*Girl hugs him*

Guy: "Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me."

Paper the next day: motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people riding. Only one survived.

The truth: Halfway down the road, the guy realized the brakes went out, and he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him one last time, then had her put on his helmet. So that she would live, even though it meant that he would die.

Someone should've taught him

i went to a birthday party
but i remembered what you said
you told me not to drink at all,
so i had a sprite instead.
i felt proud of myself,
the way you said i would,
that i didnt choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said i should.
i knew i made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
i got in my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something i expected least.
now im laying on the pavment,
i can hear the policman say,
"the kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
his voice seems far away.
my own blood is all around me,
as i try hard not to cry.
i can hear the paramedic say,
"this girl is going to die."
im sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive
that i would have to die.
so why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
but know the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives
tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell daddy to be brave,
and when i go o heaven to
put "daddys girl" on my grave.
someone should have taught him
that its wrong to drink and drive.
maybe if his mom and dad had,
id still be alive.
my breath is getting sshorter,
im getting really scared.
these are my final moments,
and im so unprepared.
i wish that you could hold me, mom,
as i lie here and die.
i wish that i could say
i love you and good-bye

the little boy

I found this somewhere,very sad

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.