Smart ones can!!!

Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.


cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The
phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,

it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if
you can raed tihs psas it on !!

Tarnsltoin

Only smart people can read this.
couldnt believe that i could actually understand what i was reading.the phenomenal power of the human mind,according to the research of Cambridge University.
It doesn't matter what order the letters in a word are,the only important thing is that the first and the last letter be in the right place.the rest can be a total mess and you can still read it without a problem.
This is because the human mind does not read every letter by itself, but the word as a whole.Amazing huh? yeah and i always thought spelling was important! if you can read this pass it on!

wow so sad

Very Sad

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.

Plz comment if u respect it

How Sad

Boy: I missed you at school today, why weren't you there?

Girl- Yeah, I had to go to the doctor.

Boy- Oh really? Why?

Girl- Oh nothing, annual shots, thats all.

Boy- Oh.

Girl- So what did we do in math today?

Boy- You didn't miss anything that great.......just lots of notes.

Girl- Ok, good.

Boy- Yeah

Girl- Hey, I have a question......

Boy- Ok, ask away.

Girl-........How much do you love me?

Boy- You know I love you more than anything.

Girl- Yeah.....

Boy- Why do you ask?

Girl-................>silence<..........

Boy- Is something wrong?

Girl- No, nothing at all.

Boy- Ok, good.

Girl- ..............How much do u care about me?

Boy- I would give you the world in a heartbeat if I could.

Girl- You would?

Boy- Yeah.........of course I would >sounding worried< is there something wrong?

Girl- No, everything is fine......

Boy- Are you sure?

Girl- Yeah.

Boy- Ok.......I hope so.

Girl- ..............Would you die for me?

Boy- I would take a bullet for you anyday, hunny.

Girl- Really?

Boy- Anyday. Now seriously, is there something wrong?

Girl- No, I'm fine, your fine, we're fine, everyones fine.

Boy- ............Ok. If your sure.

Girl-......................Well, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow at school.

Boy- Alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.

Girl- Yeah, I love you to, bye.

THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:

Boy- Hey, have you seen my girlfriend today?

Friend- No

Boy- Oh. Ok.

Friend- She wasn't here yesterday either.

Boy- I know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last night.

Friend- Well dude, you know how girls are sometimes.

Boy- Yeah........but not her.

Friend- I don't know what else to say, man.

Boy- Ok, well I gotta get to english, I'll see you after school.

Friend- Yeah, I gotta get to science, talk to you later.

THAT NIGHT:

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Girl- Hello?

Boy- Hey.

Girl- Oh, hi.

Boy- Why weren't you at school today?

Girl- Uh.......I had another doctor appointment.

Boy- Are you sick?

Girl- ..................Um I have to go, my mom's calling on my other line.

Boy- I'll wait.

Girl- It may take a while, I'll call you later.

Boy-........Alright, I love you hunny.

very long pause<


Girl- (with tear in her eye) Look, I think we should break up.

Boy- What?

Girl- Its the best thing for us right now.

Boy- Why?

Girl- I love you.
click<


THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.

Boy- Hey dude.

Friend- Hey.

Boy- Whats up?

Friend- Nothing much. Hey have you talked to your ex lately?

Boy- No.

Friend- So you didn't hear?

Boy- Hear what?

Friend- Um, well, I don't know if I should be the one to tell you......

Boy- Dude, tell me!

Friend- Uh....call this number....433-555-3468

Boy- Ok............

BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL

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Voice- Hello, Suppam County Hospital, this is nurse Beckam.

Boy- Uh.......I must have the wrong number, I'm looking for my friend.

Voice- What is her name, sir?
(boy gives info)

Voice- Yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here.

Boy- really? Why? What happened? How is she?

Voice- Her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3.

Boy- WHAT HAPPENED?!

Voice- Please come by sir and you can see her, goodbye.

Boy- WAIT! NO!
*dial tone*

BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.

Boy- Oh my God! Are you ok?

Girl- ..................

Boy- Sweetie! Talk to me!

Girl- I..........

Boy- You what? YOU WHAT?

Girl- I have cancer and I'm on life support.

Boy- .....................>breaks into tears<......................

Girl- They're taking me off tonight.

Boy- Why?

Girl- I wanted to tell you but I couldn't.

Boy- Why not?

Girl- I didn't want to hurt you.

Boy- You could never hurt me sweetheart.

Girl- I just wanted to see if you felt about me as the same I felt about you.

Boy- ?

Girl- I love you more than anything, I would give you the world in a heartbeat. I would die for you and take a bullet for you.

Boy- ...........

Girl- Don't be sad, I love you, and I'll always be here with you.

Boy- Then why'd you break up with me?

Nurse- Young man, visiting hours are over.

BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES.

But what the boy didn't know is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up with him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.

NEXT DAY

The boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the other...
THE NOTE SAID:I told her I would take a bullet for her....just like she said she would die for me...