Out of a book... happening every day :[

Maddy went on holiday with her dad
she met this girl she liked
the girl was called Bianca
Bianca reminded Maddy of her sister
Bianca had blood cancer
Maddy wanted to read to Bianca and play with her
One night Maddy was reading a story to Bianca
Bianca said she wanted to go on the banana boat
Maddy took her the next day with her parents and her friend
Bianca said it was the best time of her life
Maddy went up to her room that night to read Bianca a story
Bianca was sad
Her parents were sad because she was going to die soon
So she got Maddy to read her some cheerful storys
The next day she was pretending to 'love' Maddys boyfriend
Bianca kept saying that she was getting better
But she wasnt
Maddy told the story of the banana boat to Bianca
Bianca dozed off
Maddy went down to meet her boyfriend
1hr later the ambulance arrived and took Bianca to hospital
Maddy and her Boyfriend were scared
The next day Maddie and her BF went to see Bianca
Bianca was very unwell
Maddy told Bianca the story of the banana boat
She also sang to her
then Biancas mum said to say her 'goodbyes' to Bianca
She was not allowed to be seen tomorrow
Maddy and her boyfriend ran from the hospital ward crying
Maddy tried to forget about Bianca
So she could spend the last day of vacation with her BF
Two weeks after Maddy had come home there was a letter 4 her
It was from Biancas parents
She had died :'[
Maddy was really upset but she was also glad
because she had so much fun with Bianca
and Bianca never gave up
She never was sad
She was always so cheerful

>>>>>This is happening every day and most people just say 'look at that creep thats bald'....when they could be suffering from a serious illness...

Please put on your blog! I want the message spread!!!

Sad Story :[

I got this from someone else:

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