Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
Im sure that all of you have this hapen. Perhaps from your mother? Grtand parents? Someone... Somebody falls for the old "send this to everyone on your email list or little Suzys gonna die" or some other thing. So here is the place..
Post the most sensative tear jerking story you have heard. Don't make one up, post one that came to you from the masses. We can later start a poll ad see which one is voted most likely to make you shed a tear.
To start with, I will post one I just recieved:
>God's Boxes
>
>I have in my hands two boxes
>Which God gave me to hold.
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>He said, "Put all ! your sorrows in the black box
>And all your joys in the gold."
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>I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
>Both my joys and sorrows I stored.
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>But though the gold became heavier each day
>The black was as light as before.
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>With curiosity, I opened the black,
>I wanted to find out why,
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>And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
>Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
>
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>I showed the hole to God, and mused,
>"I wonder where my sorrows could be."!
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>He smiled a gentle smile and said,
>"My child, they're all here with me."
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>I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
>Why the gold and the black with the hole?
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>"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings
>The black is for you to let go."
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>We should consider all of our friends a blessing.
>Send this to a friend today just to let them know you
>are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.
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>A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
>It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.
>
>But the treasure inside for you to see
>Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
>
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>Today I pass the friendship ball to you.
>Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you...
>
OK, YOur Turn...... [img]/images/graemlins/laughing.gif[/img]
Re: Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
OK Buttholes, are you saying you don't get this stuff sent to you?
Jez, Just my fucking luck. I guess people feel that I need to develop more concern for humanity. Crack me the fuck up... Like I care...
First they teach you to [img]/images/graemlins/ar15firing.gif[/img], then its group hug time. [img]/images/graemlins/yay.gif[/img]
Re: Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
One day, I logged onto my beloved ViperAlley and saw a post made by Red5. "Hunh", I thought, "that's odd - I wonder who that is?" As soon as I clicked, my eyes were filled with wonder as I began to stare at what resembles a freshly dropped ova and some flagellating sperm trying to penetrate it's depths. When my eyes began to draw over his sentances I suddenly felt an extreme urge to find a gay male, bend him over, and smoke his pole. I curled into a fetal position in front of my monitor and tried desprately to resist his horrible urgings. "Make it stop!", I sobbed, "Oh, please God, make Red5 stop!". [Echo] "find a happy place...."[/echo] Alas, the computer was deaf to my pleading. Finally I was able to break away from the room just as my mind had reached the brink of it's tolerance for Red5's gayness. Sliding to the ground I was taken aback by his immense homosexuality and his desire to drive - a GREEN C5. I was lost wondering if he always drove with his active handling on, or wether it was only for "spethal sthituationths" when one of his hands was busy shifting his "driving instructor's" knob. Terrified by this picture I sat, weeping and sorry I ever thought a character named Red5 could ever post anything worth reading.
It was a horrible experience. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img].
Re: Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
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Originally Posted by Clint Sever
One day, I logged onto my beloved ViperAlley and saw a post made by Red5. "Hunh", I thought, "that's odd - I wonder who that is?" As soon as I clicked, my eyes were filled with wonder as I began to stare at what resembles a freshly dropped ova and some flagellating sperm trying to penetrate it's depths. When my eyes began to draw over his sentances I suddenly felt an extreme urge to find a gay male, bend him over, and smoke his pole. I curled into a fetal position in front of my monitor and tried desprately to resist his horrible urgings. "Make it stop!", I sobbed, "Oh, please God, make Red5 stop!". [Echo] "find a happy place...."[/echo] Alas, the computer was deaf to my pleading. Finally I was able to break away from the room just as my mind had reached the brink of it's tolerance for Red5's gayness. Sliding to the ground I was taken aback by his immense homosexuality and his desire to drive - a GREEN C5. I was lost wondering if he always drove with his active handling on, or wether it was only for "spethal sthituationths" when one of his hands was busy shifting his "driving instructor's" knob. Terrified by this picture I sat, weeping and sorry I ever thought a character named Red5 could ever post anything worth reading.
It was a horrible experience. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img].
Clint Server,
Dude, That's a Lot of information. And I do apologies if I have mis communicated anything to you about my sexual preferences. I am a very happy heterosexual guy.
For many people homosexuality is a thing to be covered up, denied, to be thought badly of. Just ask Toby. He experiences this trauma throughout life. Every day Toby has to fight the urge to beg some dude into packing his ass.
It is sad. Don't be like Toby. Be proud. But please don't include me in your fantasies....... Thanks.
Re: Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
Sorry red5 but I delete all that BS. My wife likes all that crap. Lame and Boring. Just like all those TV Ads about some poor child, Most NOT All Keep 80%, and F**k the Children. Best donation around here is the Children Hospitals with a Direct Donation. Sorry, but got off your subject, I will search her filing cabinet.
Re: Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
Ok, Red5 Just for your you in the spirit of your Post.
TAKE HOLD OF EVERY MOMENT
A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk
paper wrapped package:
"This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."
He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
"She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has
never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next
to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just
died. He turned to me and said:
"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a
special occasion".
I still think those words changed my life.
Now I read more and clean less.
I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
I spend more time with my family, and less at work.
I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to,
not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every
day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I
want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my
dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen
or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she knew
she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she
might have called her relatives and closest friends.
She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to
think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food. It's these small
things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.
I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet,
letters... letters that i wanted to write "One of this days".
I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons,
not times enough at least, how much I love them.
Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter
and joy into our lives.
And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.
Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably,
there's someone you care about.
If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself
that you will send it "One of these days", remember that "One day" is far
away... or might never come...
This TANTRA came from India. No matter if you're superstitious or not, spend
some time reading it.
It holds useful messages for the soul.
Don't keep this message.
This Tantra must leave your hands within 96 hours.
Send copies and watch what goes on in the next four days.
You'll have a pleasent surprise.
This is true, even if you're not superstitious.
Now, here's the fun of it:
send this message to at least 5 people and you're life improves.
0-4 people: your life improves slightly.
5-9 people: your life improves according to your expectations!
9-14 people: you'll have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks.
15 or more people: your life improves drastically and your dreams start to
take shape.
Re: Post a story that makes you cry. Post the tear jerkers that everyone sends
OK, This one is rather lame, but here you go,.,
Sent: Saturday, June 07, 2003 2:22 PM
Subject: His name was Fleming
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life.
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said:
What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
It's National Friendship Week. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND.
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