A TRUE STORY

Miss Tick was a long-time unemployed woman. She had sent a lot of CV to every company she knew, but for many months she didn't obteined a job. The months became one year, and a month came after another month. Obviously, Miss Tick was deseperated because she needed a job, she needed to earn money, she needed to pay her bills.
All that time she was unemployed she prayed every day for a job, but after a year and a half God gave her peace, and He made look her that she always had food, everyday, she had a house and everything she needed for a living, so Miss Tick was so grateful and her faith increases.
She still asked God for a job, but in a peaceful way.

But one day, while she was praying on her knees, for the last company she sent her CV, her telephone rang... It was this company: "Miss Tick? We have your CV here, we read it and liked it. At this moment, we don't need more staff, but if we had a vacant, u will be the chosen one". She close her eyes again and thank over & over to God for the reply, negative reply, but God listened to her.
Friday, the same week, while she was in the supermarket, her mobile rang... Yes, the company phoned her again: "Miss Tick? We have a vacant in our company and we want to contract u". With tears in her eyes, tears of joy, and a big smile, she gave thanks to God. She started to work in that company the next monday.

How can I know this story? Well, I'm Miss Tick ........ PRAISE THE LORD

TO MY BEST FRIEND

you never say "hello" or reply to me... but u always let me speak all what i want
you never hug me or kiss me... but u always available for me
you never take me for a walk... but u always let me go where i want
you never hold my hand... but i always can hold u
you never do things with me... but u always let me anything i want


Thanx for being my best friend... my teddy bear :hug

TO ALL MY INDIAN CHILDREN

Happy Diwali to all my indian friends and all tourist in that ancient and misterious land called India

DADDY, IT HURTS!

Thanx to my beloved sister Twightlight


This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU THAN CAN'T HELP IT!!!

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
>From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable sh ape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!


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Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'

I Remember Y'all

On my first post, I want to be grateful with all my friends for your support and your love towards me.
Thanks to everyone of you and I wish the best for y'all