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                 Goodies from the Mail

The following are just a few goodies I've received in my e-mail. 

 I've enjoyed them all and hope that you will too. These are mostly inspirational in nature. If you want funnier ones, use this link:  Funny or cute e-mails

Thanks to all my friends for their contributions!

[I claim no ownership over any of the following. As I said, the following were all sent to me via e-mail If there was an author attached, that person will be credited as the writer.]

[Page updated whenever an interesting one comes my way!]

when I hear people complain about the amount of e-mail they get I always remember the following :

Friendship of e-mail

Sometimes, we think of why friends keep forwarding e-mails to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain why....

When you have nothing to say,
Still want to keep in contact,
Guess what you do,
You forward e-mails.

When you have something to say,
But don't know what to say,
But don't know how to say it,
Guess what you do,
You forward e-mails.

When you have something to say,
But don't know why,
Guess what you do?
You forward e-mails.

When you are still wanted,
When you are still remembered,
When you are still important,
When you are still loved,
When you are still cared,
Guess what you get,
A forwarded e-mail.

So dear friends,
next time if u get my e-mail,
don't think that I have sent u
yet another e-mail,
but that I've remembered you
in my own way.

--Author Unknown--

THE SCAR

A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementary school's first teacher-parent conference. To the little boy's dismay, she said she would go. This would be the first time that his classmates and teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed by her appearance. Although she was a beautiful woman, there was a severe scar that covered nearly the entire right side of her face. The boy never wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.

At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindness and natural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the little boy was still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. He did, however, get within earshot of a conversation between his mother and his teacher, and heard them speaking.

"How did you get the scar on your face?" the teacher asked.

The mother replied, "When my son was a baby, he was in a room that caught on fire. Everyone was too afraid to go in because the fire was out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward his crib, I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him trying to shield him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, a fireman came in and saved both of us." She touched the burned side of her face. "This scar will be permanent, but to this day, I have never regretted doing what I did."

At this point, the little boy came out running towards his mother with tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt an overwhelming sense of the sacrifice that his mother had made for him. He held her hand tightly for the rest of the day.

-Lih Yuh Kuo

Butterfly Kisses

We often learn the most from our children. Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl and he begged for forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

 

~No man/woman is worth your tears

and the only one who is, will never make you cry.~

 

A STRONG WOMAN VERSUS A WOMAN OF STRENGTH

A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape ...

 but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape... 

  

A strong woman isn't afraid of anything...

but a woman of strength shows courage in the midst of her fear...

  

A strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her...

but a woman of strength gives the best of her to everyone...

  

A strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future...

 but a woman of strength realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them...

  

A strong woman walks sure footedly...

but a woman of strength knows God will catch her when she falls...

  

A strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face... 

but a woman of strength wears grace...

 

A strong woman has faith that she is strong enough for the journey…

but a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong...

(thanks Beth)

The following was written by Audrey Hepburn who was asked to share "beauty tips."

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,
revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at
the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover
that you have two hands, one for  helping yourself, the other for
helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the
figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The
beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but the true beauty in a
woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows.

The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

(thanks Melisa)

 
The Handwriting on the Wall
 
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
 
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again"
 
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow.
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
 
She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear - he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
 
Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!
 
She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, "O love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.
 
Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it,
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall !!
 
--Author Unknown--

(thanks, Kathy)

Take a few minutes and read these.  Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one.........

IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD especially the thought at the end.

Falling in love.

Laughing so hard your face hurts.

A hot shower.


No lines at the Super Wal-Mart.

A special glance.

Getting mail.

Taking a drive on a pretty road.

Hearing your favorite song on the radio.

Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.

Hot towels out of the dryer.

Finding the sweater you want is on sale for half price.

Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla!)

A long distance phone call.

A bubble bath.

Giggling.

A good conversation.

The beach.

Finding a $20 bill in your coat from last winter.

Laughing at yourself.

Midnight phone calls that last for hours.

Running through sprinklers.

Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.

Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.

Laughing at an inside joke.

Friends.

Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.

Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.

Your first kiss.

Making new friends or spending time with old ones.

Playing with a new puppy.

Having someone play with your hair.

Sweet dreams.

Hot chocolate.

Road trips with friends.

Swinging on swings.

Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies and drinking eggnog.

Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid.

Going to a really good concert.

Making eye contact with a cute stranger.

Winning a really competitive game.

Making chocolate chip cookies.

Having your friends send you homemade cookies.

Spending time with close friends.

Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.

Holding hands with someone you care about.

Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.

Riding the best roller coasters over and over.

Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.

Watching the sunrise.

Getting out of bed every morning and thanking God for another beautiful day.

(special thanks to Shirley)

Friends

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with my friends and me. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"  He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends. Kyle was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great! "He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.


Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for the good in others.

Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

Mom

JOB DESCRIPTION:

Long-term team players needed for challenging permanent work in an often-chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work various hours, which will include evenings, weekends and frequent 24-hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in faraway cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES:

This is for the rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until someone needs $5 to go skating. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT AND PROMOTION:

Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:

None required, unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION:

You pay them, offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS: 

While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.

(how true! thanks, Cathy)

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON.

It is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. 

They have come to assist you through a difficulty,

to provide you with guidance and support,

to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend, and they are.

They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. 

Sometimes they walk away.

Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. 

What we must realize is that our need has been met.

Our desire fulfilled; their work is done.

The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON,

it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.

They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. 

They may teach you something you have never done. 

They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. 

Believe it!  It is real! 

But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. 

Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people  (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. 

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

[Thanks to Toni and Shirley]

Angel

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.

The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"I've heard that on Earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." 
 
"Her name is not important.
You will simply call her "Mom".


[many thanks Cathy for this one, it's beautiful!]

Sorry, this one is a tear jerker.

When you think life is hard for you .. just remember this.

I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts.  I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in there forever and I just had so much to do.

Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kind of wished that I could just sleep through Christmas.  But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department. Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys. And wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.

I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll.  He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself.  I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for.  I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I don't have enough money?".

She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you don't have enough money for it."  The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle.

The boy continued to hold the doll.  After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for.  He said, "It is the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas.   She just knew that Santa would bring it".  I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is...  I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her".  I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She has gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Mamma is going to have to go be with her."

My heart nearly stopped beating.  Then the boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store." Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to.  He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store.  He said, "I want my Mamma to take this with her so she won't ever forget me. I love my Mamma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister."

I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet.  While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills.  I asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?".   He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be enough."  So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of  course it was plenty for the doll.  He softly said, "Thank you, Jesus, for giving me enough money."

Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mamma can take it with her to give to my sister.  And he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mamma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma.  She loves white roses so very, very much."

In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away.  I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping.  In a totally different spirit than when I had started.  And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition.  The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support.  Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later I read in the paper that the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died.  I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected.  Later that day,  I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young mother was. And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store.  I left there in tears, my life changed forever.  The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming.  And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.


"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
         -anonymous-

KEEP YOUR FORK!!

There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of  her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.  The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible.

Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

"There's one more thing," she said excitedly. "What's that?" the pastor replied,  "This is very important," the woman continued.  "I want to be buried with a fork on my right hand."

The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. Well, to be honest, I am puzzled by the request," said the pastor.

The woman explained, "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'  It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie.  Something wonderful, and with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder, "What's with the fork?"  Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork the best is yet to come.'  The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye.  He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death.  However, he also knew
that the woman had a better grasp of Heaven than he did.  She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand.  Over and over, the pastor heard the question, "What's with the fork?"  And over and over, he smiled.

During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died.  He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her.  The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them they probably would not
be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right.

Therefore, the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts
to us. 

For all the Moms and soon to be Moms out there!!!

I'm Just a Mother? Excuse Me???

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother, I knew well, rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation.
"Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded.
Before I could answer (and I didn't really have one handy) she blurted out the reason for her question.  It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is,” explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you just a...?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman: poised, efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title like "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar.  "And what is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I do not know? The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ballpoint pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four credits (all daughters). "Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) And I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants-ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model (6 months) in the child-development
program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another mother."
Motherhood...what a glorious career. Whether a stay at home Mom or a career Mom, we should all carry this title Remember, amateurs built the Ark and professionals built the Titanic.

[so very sad]

"I went to a party, Mom" 

I went to a party,
and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
so I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
and I hear the policeman say,
the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"

Mom, His voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
this girl is going to die."

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive;
now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
that it’s wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.

[thanks, Marcel]                                                                

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