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Why am I the one to die ?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SU-oIBkaKiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/p_Vyfpjp7a8/s1600-h/golden-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SU-oIBkaKiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/p_Vyfpjp7a8/s400/golden-sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282625743742446114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what you said.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to drink, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;So I drank soda instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt proud inside, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;The way you said I would.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the others said I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did the right thing, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I know you are always right..&lt;br /&gt;Now the party is finally ending, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;As everyone is driving out of sight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got into my car, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I’d get home in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the way you raised me,&lt;br /&gt;So responsible and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to drive away, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;But as I pulled out into the road,&lt;br /&gt;The other car didn’t see me, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;And hit me like a load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the policeman say,&lt;br /&gt;“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m the one who will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lying here dying, Mom….&lt;br /&gt;I wish you’d get here soon.&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;My life just burst like a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is blood all around me, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;And most of it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the medic say, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll die in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn’t drink.&lt;br /&gt;It was the others, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;The others didn’t think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was probably at the same party as I.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is, he drank&lt;br /&gt;And I will die.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people drink, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can ruin your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling sharp pains now.&lt;br /&gt;Pains just like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think it’s fair.&lt;br /&gt;I’m lying here dying&lt;br /&gt;And all he can do is stare.&lt;br /&gt;Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Daddy to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;And when I go to heaven, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Put “GOOD BOY ” on my grave.&lt;br /&gt;Someone should have told him, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;If only they had told him, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I would still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;My breath is getting shorter, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m becoming very scared.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t cry for me, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;When I needed you, you were always there.&lt;br /&gt;I have one last question, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t drink and drive,&lt;br /&gt;So why am I the one to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So,Will you still drink and drive ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-5563873814234679108?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/ALv8fFxLAYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5563873814234679108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-why-am-i-one-to-die.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/5563873814234679108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/5563873814234679108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/ALv8fFxLAYI/mom-why-am-i-one-to-die.html" title="Mom ! Why am I the one to die ?" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SU-oIBkaKiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/p_Vyfpjp7a8/s72-c/golden-sunset.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-why-am-i-one-to-die.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDSHg5cSp7ImA9WxRaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-4206969399344662394</id><published>2008-12-20T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T05:02:59.629-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-20T05:02:59.629-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes" /><title>Set her Free</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ORIGINAL QUOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, she never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW VERSIONS.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pessimist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she ever comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, as expected, she never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, she will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suspicious:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she ever comes back, ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impatient:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patient:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back,&lt;br /&gt;continue to wait until she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playful:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, and if you love her still,&lt;br /&gt;set her free again, repeat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C++ Programmer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if(you-love( m_she))&lt;br /&gt;m_she.free()&lt;br /&gt;if(m_she == NULL)&lt;br /&gt;m_she = new CShe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal-Rights Activist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lawyers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second&lt;br /&gt;Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biologist :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;She'll evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Statisticians :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;If she loves you, the probability of her coming&lt;br /&gt;back is high&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, your relation was improbable&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schwarzenegger' s fans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;SHE'LL BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over possessive person :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;don't set her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MBA :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone set her free instantaneously&lt;br /&gt;and look for others simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychologist :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back her super ego is dominant&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back her id is supreme&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-4206969399344662394?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/L4ZRI4BEVrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4206969399344662394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/set-her-free.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/4206969399344662394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/4206969399344662394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/L4ZRI4BEVrI/set-her-free.html" title="Set her Free" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/set-her-free.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEHQXg9eip7ImA9WxRaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-8540403407485479418</id><published>2008-12-20T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:53:50.662-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-20T04:53:50.662-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nice Thoughts" /><title>Something to Think About</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUzp3zOP8SI/AAAAAAAAAks/_G6flvs0zJo/s1600-h/v.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUzp3zOP8SI/AAAAAAAAAks/_G6flvs0zJo/s400/v.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281853607850799394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your Thoughts, they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words, they become actions&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions, they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your Habits, they become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your Character, for it becomes your Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minute You Settle For Less Than You Deserve, You Get Even Less Than You Settle For.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-8540403407485479418?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/2L8KJs2rbm0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8540403407485479418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/somthing-to-think-about.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/8540403407485479418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/8540403407485479418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/2L8KJs2rbm0/somthing-to-think-about.html" title="Something to Think About" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUzp3zOP8SI/AAAAAAAAAks/_G6flvs0zJo/s72-c/v.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/somthing-to-think-about.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQX8-eyp7ImA9WxRaFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-6394215877783723203</id><published>2008-12-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:59:20.153-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-18T03:59:20.153-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny Articles" /><title>Technology helps Santa make magic</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUo5Uv_Hy3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/QLwEGOKF87M/s1600-h/computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUo5Uv_Hy3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/QLwEGOKF87M/s400/computer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281096541686713202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how Santa Claus can travel around the world in one night on his reindeer-pulled sleigh and deliever toys to all kids ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to expert,Larry Silverberg,a professor of mechanical and aerospace engineering at North Carolina State University-"He exploits the space-time continuum.He understand that space stretches,he understands that we can stretch time and compress space.In a sense,he actually got six Santa months to deliver the presents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silverberg continues,"Santa doesn't carry enough presents for each child in the sleigh.He uses nanotechnology to grow the presents under the tree and he has figured out how to turn irreversible thermo-dynamic properties into reversible ones.So he starts from soot,candy and other type of natural materials,puts them under the tree and then actually grows them in reverse process to create the presents,wrapping and all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, who's been naughty and who's been nice ?&lt;br /&gt;He answers that Santa got large antennas miles long under the snow up at the north pole and grid-spacing is in the order of millimeters so that he can receive radar type signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed aren't you ? So next time when you meet Santa , just remember that he got more stuff in his bag than what you initially imagined.Maybe he'll teach you a thing or two if you behave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-6394215877783723203?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/34YUC228Lq8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6394215877783723203/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/technology-helps-santa-make-magic.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/6394215877783723203?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/6394215877783723203?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/34YUC228Lq8/technology-helps-santa-make-magic.html" title="Technology helps Santa make magic" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUo5Uv_Hy3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/QLwEGOKF87M/s72-c/computer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/technology-helps-santa-make-magic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQEQHo4fip7ImA9WxRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-5430045859888256386</id><published>2008-12-16T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:08:21.436-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T09:08:21.436-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Articles that touch your heart" /><title>Parents are Precious</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUfbaqCzUXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OwCcR-0o9kE/s1600-h/mom-and-happy-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUfbaqCzUXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OwCcR-0o9kE/s400/mom-and-happy-baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430339124318578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cutting the grass: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;For going to the store for you: .50&lt;br /&gt;Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: .25&lt;br /&gt;Taking out the garbage: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;For getting a good report card: $5.00&lt;br /&gt;For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Total owed: $14.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside&lt;br /&gt;me: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed&lt;br /&gt;for you: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused&lt;br /&gt;through the years: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the&lt;br /&gt;worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No&lt;br /&gt;Charge, Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she took the pen and in great big letters she wrote: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAID IN FULL&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents sacrificed a lot of things in their life for our sake since the day we were born.So next time when you meet/see them, just remember the things they have done for you all their life and give them a Thanks."I love you,Mom !,Dad !", this is all what they want to hear from us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are precious,Arn't they ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-5430045859888256386?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/saZeljmadp8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5430045859888256386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/parents-are-precious.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/5430045859888256386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/5430045859888256386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/saZeljmadp8/parents-are-precious.html" title="Parents are Precious" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUfbaqCzUXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/OwCcR-0o9kE/s72-c/mom-and-happy-baby.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/parents-are-precious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMR3s9eip7ImA9WxRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-261759145095179825</id><published>2008-12-15T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:11:26.562-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T09:11:26.562-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Extra Life" /><title>Free Hugs : Song from A R Rahaman</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes in Life , All we need is a HUG :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched this video yesterday and loved it.A song from A.R. Rahaman's new Album.Video quality is not great but still enough to covey the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEhI2avT4_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEhI2avT4_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Brings US Together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-261759145095179825?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/5oZlGfI1Myc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/261759145095179825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-hugs-song-from-r-rahaman.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/261759145095179825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/261759145095179825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/5oZlGfI1Myc/free-hugs-song-from-r-rahaman.html" title="Free Hugs : Song from A R Rahaman" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-hugs-song-from-r-rahaman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMR3c-fip7ImA9WxRaEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-2287999073349639332</id><published>2008-12-14T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:09:46.956-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T02:09:46.956-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Current Affairs" /><title>Mumbai Residents Form Human Chain To Protest Terror Attacks</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUTU9DR2wcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dL9Y0sGdsrM/s1600-h/thumb.cms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUTU9DR2wcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dL9Y0sGdsrM/s400/thumb.cms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279578808502370754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 12th&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of Mumbaikars(Mumbai Citizens) on 12th december formed a human chain protesting the terror attacks.The chain was formed near the spots targeted by the terrorists and other key areas of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effort was coordinated by NGO Mumbai for Peace through some 100 affiliated organisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An estimate of around 60,000 people including some celebrities participated in this 50 km long human chain.It included senior citizens,college students,school children,office goers and the staff of the two targeted hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi's great grandson Tushar Gandhi, lyricist Javed Akhtar, actor Rahul Bose and former Mayor Shanti Patel participated in the human chain to express their solidarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants shouted slogans and expressed their feelings in placards which said "Hum Sab Ek Hai", "Bharat Mata Ki Jai" and "No More Violence". Politicians were also targeted for failing to prevent the unprecedented attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-2287999073349639332?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/gTUppXImZ04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2287999073349639332/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mumbai-residents-form-human-chain-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/2287999073349639332?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/2287999073349639332?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/gTUppXImZ04/mumbai-residents-form-human-chain-to.html" title="Mumbai Residents Form Human Chain To Protest Terror Attacks" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SUTU9DR2wcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dL9Y0sGdsrM/s72-c/thumb.cms.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mumbai-residents-form-human-chain-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANRH4yeSp7ImA9WxRaEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-806707952017647384</id><published>2008-12-13T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:03:15.091-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-14T00:03:15.091-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Quotes" /><title>Inspirational Quotes II</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"All things in life are temporary. If they are going well, enjoy,they won't last forever.If they go wrong,don't worry they can't last long either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Beautiful pictures are developed from negatives in dark room. So if any time you see darkness in ur life,it means God is developing a beautiful future for you"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Have no depression for being small.The large trees cannot withstand the storm but the tiny grass can"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Too often we underestimate the power of a touch,a smile,a kind word,a listening ear,an honest compliment,or the smallest act of caring,all of which have the potential to turn a life around"&lt;br /&gt;- Leo Buscaglia &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you are not the part of the solution ,then you are the part of the problem"&lt;br /&gt;Eldridge Cleaver&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and yet pass by themselves without wondering"&lt;br /&gt;- William Blake &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"when one door of happines closes,another opens,but we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."&lt;br /&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Waves r inspiring not bcoz they rise and fall but bcoz everytime they fall,they never fail to rise"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-806707952017647384?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/voSegM4CSSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/806707952017647384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspirational-quotes-ii.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/806707952017647384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/806707952017647384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/voSegM4CSSo/inspirational-quotes-ii.html" title="Inspirational Quotes II" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspirational-quotes-ii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMQXwyfSp7ImA9WxRaEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-300363960859344457</id><published>2008-12-13T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:46:20.295-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-13T23:46:20.295-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Quotes" /><title>Inspirational Quotes I</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun."&lt;br /&gt;- Napoleon Hill &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everything works out right in the end. If things are not working right, it isn't the end yet. Don't let it bother you, relax and keep on going."&lt;br /&gt;- Michael C. Muhammad&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I Failed 1000 times ,i won't say i failed 1000 times.Rather i would say " I had discovered 1000 ways Which can cause failure."&lt;br /&gt;- John Wooden&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you are born poor, Its not your mistake, But if you die poor it will be your mistake"&lt;br /&gt;--BILL GATES.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."&lt;br /&gt;- William Jennings Bryan&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have."&lt;br /&gt;- Louis E. Boone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you really want something, work hard, take advantage&lt;br /&gt;of opportunities, and never give up, you will find a way."&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Goodall&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Goals: There is no telling what you can do when you get inspired by them. There is no telling what you can do when you believe in them. There is no telling what will happen when you act upon them."&lt;br /&gt;- Jim Rohn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing you did your best to become the best you are capable of becoming."&lt;br /&gt;- John Wooden&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My own experience has taught me this: if you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed, races won or lasting happiness achieved."&lt;br /&gt;- Maurice Chevalier&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Success is about who you are, not what you have. Successful people work to discover their talents, to develop those talents, and then to use those talents to benefit others as well as themselves."&lt;br /&gt;- Tom Morris&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-300363960859344457?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/HAlRMaGBodI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/300363960859344457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspirational-quotes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/300363960859344457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-13T23:43:42.921-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Poems" /><title>I'll Be Holding Your Hand</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5ZB-QDHAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RCrAUjh1I90/s1600-h/perhaps_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5ZB-QDHAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RCrAUjh1I90/s400/perhaps_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277753703749852162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa loved basketball&lt;br /&gt;Friends and parties too&lt;br /&gt;And when it came to painting&lt;br /&gt;That's all she wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;She painted everything she saw&lt;br /&gt;Birds, flowers, and the sky&lt;br /&gt;Some days she sat at her window&lt;br /&gt;And painted everything that passed her by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately she'd been feeling woozy&lt;br /&gt;Her muscles ached a lot&lt;br /&gt;And her parents got kind of worried&lt;br /&gt;So they took her to the doc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor took a couple of tests&lt;br /&gt;To see if everything was okay&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse came out with a look of sadness&lt;br /&gt;And this is what she had to say;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but you've got leukemia,"&lt;br /&gt;"You've got about 3 months more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lisa got up and ran out of the room&lt;br /&gt;And slammed the office door&lt;br /&gt;She ran down the street screaming&lt;br /&gt;And cried her eyes out dry&lt;br /&gt;And stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it's like to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents held her tightly&lt;br /&gt;And said, "We love you,"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll make your last few months the greatest,"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll do anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lisa and her parents moved to Florida&lt;br /&gt;To live by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Because Lisa loved the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And when she dies, that's where she wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent her days painting&lt;br /&gt;And horseback riding in by the bay&lt;br /&gt;But one day she met this guy&lt;br /&gt;And his name was Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They collected seashells together&lt;br /&gt;And talked about all kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;And then one day while walking&lt;br /&gt;He handed her a ring It said,"I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;Which brought tears to Lisa's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when he put it on her finger&lt;br /&gt;She began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her what was wrong, and she replied,&lt;br /&gt;"I've got leukemia, and about a month more."&lt;br /&gt;He said," No matter what, I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;"And no matter what, you are the one I adore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they spent everyday together&lt;br /&gt;And swam in the Atlantic all day&lt;br /&gt;But Lisa was getting weaker&lt;br /&gt;And it was hard for her stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day Lisa painted her picture&lt;br /&gt;And gave it to Jay She said,&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to remember me,"&lt;br /&gt;"Even when I leave this place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day while they were walking&lt;br /&gt;And searching for seashells in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Lisa collapsed and started to lose her breath&lt;br /&gt;And said to Jay, "Please hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;"I love you more than anyone,"&lt;br /&gt;You are my only true love,"&lt;br /&gt;"But now my time is up,"&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll watch over you from above,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lisa's body was lifeless&lt;br /&gt;As she lay in Jay's arms&lt;br /&gt;And he sat there all day&lt;br /&gt;And kept her safe from harm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-7804518113954879445?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' 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/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5ZB-QDHAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RCrAUjh1I90/s72-c/perhaps_love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-holding-your-hand.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FQXo7eyp7ImA9WxRaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-3733871786480733908</id><published>2008-12-09T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:13:30.403-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-13T23:13:30.403-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Articles that touch your heart" /><title>True Love</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5VH3UljQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GG0GYXqGsi8/s1600-h/2171416060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5VH3UljQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GG0GYXqGsi8/s400/2171416060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277749406922542338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-3733871786480733908?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/L1jcRC0hjOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3733871786480733908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/3733871786480733908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/3733871786480733908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/L1jcRC0hjOk/true-love.html" title="True Love" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5VH3UljQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GG0GYXqGsi8/s72-c/2171416060.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMAQXk5fip7ImA9WxRbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174927868204664698.post-1455779652195876846</id><published>2008-12-09T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:00:40.726-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T03:00:40.726-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motivational Poems" /><title>Innocence Is Lost</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5PYU-ujqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ejWlpV73bzQ/s1600-h/2074174367_48823a8408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5PYU-ujqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ejWlpV73bzQ/s400/2074174367_48823a8408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277743092692061858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the toys, the tattoo, the cards,&lt;br /&gt;That hide and seek team waiting in the backyards,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the mother's lap and gazing the stars,&lt;br /&gt;With our super bicycles chasing the cars,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Heavy school books, that heavy school bag,&lt;br /&gt;No worries about future and never a looking back,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dance in the rain, that hypothetical stomach pain,&lt;br /&gt;Those funny toon movies, those stare at the planes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden fever on Monday or just before a test,&lt;br /&gt;B'day cakes and candies were all time best,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some mistake and then hiding from the Mom,&lt;br /&gt;A feel of triumph when DAD was back home,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry to school, Hurry to home,&lt;br /&gt;Hurry to play, now only Hurry is left alone,&lt;br /&gt;The time kept going and we kept growing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly somewhere that childishness was narrowing,&lt;br /&gt;And today I suddenly felt that INNOCENCE is LOST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3174927868204664698-1455779652195876846?l=guardianoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~4/lq6w19b1Nso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1455779652195876846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/innocence-is-lost.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/1455779652195876846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3174927868204664698/posts/default/1455779652195876846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GuardianOfLife/~3/lq6w19b1Nso/innocence-is-lost.html" title="Innocence Is Lost" /><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093723713000169872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/SJFxd05N0PI/AAAAAAAAABo/uitiJT8ftkc/S220/34213412%5B1%5D.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xJGvyQbC-c/ST5PYU-ujqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ejWlpV73bzQ/s72-c/2074174367_48823a8408.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://guardianoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/innocence-is-lost.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

