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How many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free. The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.I just want to stay with you forever... friendship means: U happy, I happy...U sad, I sad...U cry, I cry...U lagh, I lagh...U jump down from building ,I countinue to laugh!!! By following my heart I came to you, I only forget to take something back with me. For my thoughts are still with you... What I feel for you, is realy true. You got to know, I need you so. When you are gone, I cann't go on. Cann't you see that you are the only one for me? Love is like playing piano. First you must learn to play by rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart...
There is no special reason for sending this msg, I just wanna steal a single moment of your busy life & hope I can make you smile & say: I MISS YOOOOOOOU ! I am in hospital now, after 5 minutes, I will be transfered to a surgery room. The doctor told me, I will die if I stop RECEVING YOUR SMS... I wrote ur name in sand but wind wash it away.i wrote ur name in the sky but cloudes wash it away.finally i wrote ur name in my hurt as no one will take it Positive picture come from negativee developes in dark room, so if u find urself lonely & in dark, understand that God is working on a beautiful picture 4 u !!! The question is not who is going to let me, the question is who is going to stop me ! Every lover is a loser, the first thing you lose is ur heart, the more you lose the deep your love... If i were to describe true love i would describe it as what a snowman did to a snow woman, he gave her a warm hug and they melted in each other arms... |
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A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE." The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE |
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His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow
and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of." And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. Someone once said what goes around comes around. |
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