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Give-Into-The-Night

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I was walking around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him
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was walking around the darwins smith st mall today sending in resumes to places and there happens to be craig the snake/croc man with three snakes.
3 metre long olive python who was just about dead whe he rescued her from some croc farm about three years ago she is now 7 and as beautiful as ever.
1 1/2 metre long black headed pythong which he has raised from a baby who is now 3 years or so old.
and then there is the really small diamond python who is so gorgeous its not funny !
oh and there was the bearded dragon (lizard)
usually it is a donation to hold a snake but he let me hold the olive python for free. so i picked her up off the ground and immediatley she wrapped her tail around my leg and rested her head on my hand just relaxing out ahaha
best day ever!
i love snakes !
but i cant put the pictures on because there on my phone :(
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first tag ever!

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Tagged by :iconla-la-lo-loka:

It's my first time being tagged,  I'm so Happeh!

Rules:
1. You must post these rules
2. Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal
3. You have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal
4. Go to their pages and tell them you tagged them
5. No tag backs
6. No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you read this", You legitimely have to tag 10 people

Rightio, so this is my first tag ever, so be gentle,



1. im a bit of a loner (im not the creepy loner though just like to keep to myself)
2. love screamo music
3. i find it absolutely hillarius when la-la-lo-loka freaks from something completely random and out of nowhere (no offense love you :D)
4. vodkas the way to go!
5. very VERY bad people skills
6. my room is never clean XD
7. love all books and programs to do with the supernatural
8. i freak when i hear weird noises that actually turn out to be something completely normal
9. have an extremely bad habbit with cracking my nuckles XD
10. lol i am now realizing that im very bad at this ahaha

Sup Lattaz

Tagged Vic's (*Evil Laugh*)

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The depth of a man's soul
can not be measured in a matter
of meters and fathoms
but rather it is in my opinion
only quantified by his proximity
to heaven and hell.

It was in such a state that
I ushered myself past
the town tavern,
bursting at the seams with
the sounds of laughter

and Had it only been a different night,
a different place, a different kind
of man passing by the threshold
of that innocent pub.
runken piano playing.

The events that transpired
at that point would have
undoubtedly been drastically different.

I can only guess if anyone outside that place
had a clue when the exclamations
of mirth became the desperate
screams of the helpless,
begging for their very lives.
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