There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His
father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every
time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the
back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven
37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as
he learned to control his anger, the number of nails
hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered
it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those
nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the
boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father
about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull
out one nail for each day that he was able to hold
his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able
to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The
father took his son by the hand and led him to
the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but
look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never
be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave
a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a
man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times
you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal
wound is as bad as a physical one.
I went to a party, Mom. I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom. I know you are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, and everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece, because of the way you raised me– so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn’t see me, Mom– and hit me like a load.
As I lie here on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, “The other guy is drunk,” Mom, and now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom. I wish you’d get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll “die in a short time”.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank– and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair. I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
Claimed by several authors
Even Though every 57 seconds someone attempts suicide, suicide isn't the answer to solving problem. This is the cowards way out and hurts the people who are left behind.
If you are down and want to commit suicide, think it over first talk to someone. Teachers friends, parents or cleryman often help.
One of my teachers and her husband died when their son committed suicide over a girl. He didn't solve any problems because he took his parents with him too. This cause much heartache for the people who knew and loved this family.
There are people who love and care for you. You may say "Don't give me that love business because noone cares for me". Well people do care, but the show it in thier own way.
Life is like a candle. If you don't protect it, it can go out in a moments breath, So don't try suicide because you may not get a second Chance.
This was Written by Me when I was Junior in H.S.
NEW SCHOOL PRAYER
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
for this great nation under God.
Finds mention of him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
it violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, organge, or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
THe is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall might offend
some one with no faith at all.
in silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, and tongues, and cheecks.
They've outlawed guns, but first the bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
and the unwed daddy, our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgements" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth control,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess,
So, Lord this silent Plea I make:
Should i be shot: my soul to take!
Amen