...

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"


With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.


For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far

You see he was a firefighter

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.


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My name is Becky
I am but 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 speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh 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 Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
And you can help.


Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

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I'm laying in a cage
I'm feeling scared and sad
I've been here for a week
I was left by my dad

I joined him as a puppy
He fast became my friend
He cared for me with love
Said he'd love me to the end

Then my dad got older
He found a new mate
She really didn't like me
Said I was out of date

They brought me here a week ago
A lady took me at the desk
She put me in this cage
And left me with the rest

A whole week has passed
I'm still here alone
He hasn't come back
He's left me all alone

The lady's coming to me
Lifting me up
She takes me to a table
And says, "Good pup".

She's pulling out a needle
It stings like a bee
Now she is crying
Saying bye to me

He left me here alone
He stopped loving me
He left me in a cage
But now I'm free.

...

9/11 Creepy & Eerie

Lolz peeps. Hey, This is creepy.
1) New York City has 11 letters.
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who
threatened to destroy the Twin Towers
in 1993) has 11 letters.
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.

This could be a mere coincidence, but
this gets more interesting:
1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against
the Twin Towers was flight number 11.
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92
passengers..9 + 2 = 11
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin
Towers , was carrying 65 passengers..6
+ 5 = 11
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or
9/11 as it is now known..9 + 1 + 1 =
11
6) The date is equal to the US
emergency services telephone number
911..9 + 1 + 1 = 11

Sheer coincidence..?!
Read on and make up your own mind:

1) The total number of victims inside
all the hi-jacked planes was 254..2 +
5 + 4 = 11
2) September 11 is day number 254 of
the calendar year..again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11
3) The Madrid bombing took place on
3/11/2004..3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911
days after the Twin Towers incident.

Now this is where things get totally
eerie:
The most recognized symbol for the US,
after the Stars & Stripes, is the
Eagle.

The following verse is taken from the
Quran, the Islamic holy book:
'For it is written that a son of
Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle.
The wrath of the Eagle would be felt
throughout the lands of Allah while
some of the people trembled in despair
still more rejoiced: for the wrath of
the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah
and there was peace..'

That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.

Still unconvinced about all of this..?!
Try this and see how you feel
afterwards, it made my hair stand on
end:

Open Microsoft Word and do the
following:

1.) Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is
the flight number of the first plane to
hit one of the Twin Towers.
2.) Highlight the Q33 NY.
3.) Change the font size to 48.
4.) Change the actual font to the
WINGDINGS.

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