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  1. Temple!!! Prize: Staff of Light Fairy
    7th Sep 2008 10:36
    16 years, 3 months & 19 days ago
  2. Daddy Day
    1st Sep 2008 19:29
    16 years, 3 months & 25 days ago
  3. May Your Day Be A Shay Day
    8th Aug 2008 14:58
    16 years, 4 months & 18 days ago
  4. No Girl Deserves this!!!
    30th Jul 2008 17:52
    16 years, 4 months & 27 days ago
  5. ~*~AGAINST~*CHILD*~ABUSE~*~
    3rd Sep 2007 14:00
    17 years, 3 months & 24 days ago
Temple!!! Prize: Staff of Light Fairy
16 years, 3 months & 19 days ago
7th Sep 2008 10:36

Working on the temple with the bazillion keys to get. xD

Currently: 20/30

Daddy Day
16 years, 3 months & 25 days ago
1st Sep 2008 19:29

Take time to read this!

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;

she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"


With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.


For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far

You see he was a firefighter

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed,

if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.


They say it takes a minute to find a

special person, an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them, but then an entire

life to forget them.

REPOST THIS TO SHOW APPRECIATION for the people you'll never forget . It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.

If you don't REPOST THIS, it means you're

in a hurry and that you've forgotten your friends.

Take the time...to live and love.

Until eternity

May Your Day Be A Shay Day
16 years, 4 months & 18 days ago
8th Aug 2008 14:58

i found this on a bubble ruffleseed's ttc user page it almsot brought tears to my eyes





At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff,
he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences,
everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn
things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and
mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true
human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that
child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father
knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but
the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give
him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by
others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said,
"We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be
on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his
heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of
the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by
three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right
field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be
in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to
him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored
again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on
base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all
but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much
less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitc her, recognizing that the
other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a
few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The
first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a
few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in,
Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could
have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out
and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started
yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run
that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,
wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay
awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By
the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ...
the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero
for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag,
but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the
ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base
deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run
to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on
their feet screaming, "Shay , run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on
the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the
game for his team.

"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the
boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this
world".

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never
forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and
seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all put thousands of jokes
on our userpage without a second thought, but when it comes to putting stories or inspirational quotes
about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass
freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often
suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about control+cing this message, chances are that you're
probably sorting out the people on this website who aren't the "appropriate"
ones to view this type of message, so then you think "I shouldn't put it there". I believe that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities
every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many
seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we
pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those
opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least
fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
1. Forget about it.
2. Copy on to your user page, or send to someone else through e-mail/pm
May your day be a Shay Day.

No Girl Deserves this!!!
16 years, 4 months & 27 days ago
30th Jul 2008 17:52

> > > repost as 'No girl deserves this'

> > > Girl:I have to tell you something.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: What?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm
> > > falling in love with you.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: Ok...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: What do you mean 'ok'?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: I don't like you like that...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: Why not?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > From then on, the girl kept asking the boy 'Why
> > > not?' whenever she saw him, and he kept answering
> > > the same answer of 'I'll tell you later.' Finally
> > > the girl got fed up.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like
> > > me!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: Yes!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: It's because you're uglier than ANYTHING!
> > > What's the point of going out with someone when
> > > they're not pretty?!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: But... I...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone,
> > > crying her heart out... Then her cell phone rings.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: Hello?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'l l be
> > > home from work in a few hours.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: Alright Mom.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Mom: I love you.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: I love you too, Mom.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Mom: Bye Bye.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: Bye
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > The girl heads home and once she got there, she went
> > > in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: I'm not pretty enough...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > She set to work, knowing fully well what she was
> > > going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and
> > > heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to
> > > find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The
> > > bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water
> > > was tinted red. She walked over to see what was
> > > inside and screamed. There, her little girl was
> > > lying with cuts all over her f ace and wrists. Her
> > > Mom backed away and was going to run to call the
> > > police when something caught her eye. On the mirror,
> > > am I pretty enough now?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > No one deserves to be told that by someone they
> > > love. If you find it messed up then forward this to
> > > everyone you know.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is
> > > their heart inside of them and their personality. No
> > > one wants to be told they're not good enough...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Repost this in 5 Min or something bad will happen 2
> > > U tomorrow

~*~AGAINST~*CHILD*~ABUSE~*~
17 years, 3 months & 24 days ago
3rd Sep 2007 14:00

I found this to pass it on,
Dont next be murdered by Uncle Don,



**

It is sad,so get some tissues.


My name is Becky
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
And you can help.


Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem

  1. Temple!!! Prize: Staff of Light Fairy
    7th Sep 2008 10:36
    16 years, 3 months & 19 days ago
  2. Daddy Day
    1st Sep 2008 19:29
    16 years, 3 months & 25 days ago
  3. May Your Day Be A Shay Day
    8th Aug 2008 14:58
    16 years, 4 months & 18 days ago
  4. No Girl Deserves this!!!
    30th Jul 2008 17:52
    16 years, 4 months & 27 days ago
  5. ~*~AGAINST~*CHILD*~ABUSE~*~
    3rd Sep 2007 14:00
    17 years, 3 months & 24 days ago