Topica Email List Directory

Welcome Guest!

Critical Issues

	Previous Message	All Messages	Next Message

Fw: YOU GET WHAT YOU DID!!! HE HE HE HEHEHEHEHEHEH, OLD MAN with a young sexy wi	Snea Thinsan
	Sep 13, 2003 11:08 PDT

This is a multi-part message in MIME format.

------=_NextPart_000_004E_01C379F8.67C28F00
Content-Type: text/plain;
charset="windows-874"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit

Hi!

I received this poem below from a very good friend.
I am not forwarding it to you because I am told to do.

You are on my list as a very good friend on this chaotic earth.
This comes to you because I would like to share it with you.

Best,
Snea Thinsan

Let's see if you send it back...?

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw
a kid from my class was walking home from school. His
name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football
game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I
shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward
him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his
arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses
went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible
sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and
as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw
a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,
"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked
at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where
he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him
why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private
school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid
before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some
of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I
asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my
friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the
huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said,
"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and
handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be
friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business
on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the
time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for
graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He
was one of those guys that really found himself during high
school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was
nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me
with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and
began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped
you make it through those tough years. Your parents,
your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly
your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I
am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill
himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do
it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from
doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same
grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With
one small gesture you can change a person's life. For
better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are
angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."

It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends
how much you care. Send this to everyone you
consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then
you'll know you have a circle of friends.

WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU
------=_NextPart_000_004E_01C379F8.67C28F00
Content-Type: text/html;
charset="windows-874"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit

<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN">
<HTML xmlns:o = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"><HEAD>
<META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-874">
<META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1226" name=GENERATOR>
<STYLE></STYLE>
</HEAD>
<BODY bgColor=#ffffff>
<DIV>Hi!</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>I received this poem below from a very good friend. I am
not forwarding it to you because I am told to do. </DIV>
<DIV>You are on my list as a very good friend on this chaotic
earth. This comes to you because I would like to share it with
you.</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
<DIV>Best, Snea Thinsan</DIV>
<DIV> </DIV>
Let's see if you send it
back...? One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw
 a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It
looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why
would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
 nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football
 game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and
went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so
he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the
grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible
 sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to
him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear
in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They
really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was
a big smile on his face.<o:p></o:p>
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
 I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it
turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him
before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would
have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way
home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool
kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the
more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday
morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I
stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
 with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half
the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on
Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be
 friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a
doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle
was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a
nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it
wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He
looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high
 school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more
dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
 Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about
his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be
great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one)
and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared
his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped
 you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your
siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of
you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I
 am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with
disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to
kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his
locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff
home.<o:p></o:p>
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
 "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the
unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome,
popular boy told us all about his weakest
moment.<o:p></o:p>
<DIV align=left><SPAN lang=EN-ZA
style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-ZA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-language: EN-US">I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same
 grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
 Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small
gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God
puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look
for God in others. You now have two choices, you can: 1) Pass this
on to your friends or 2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
 As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are angels who lift
us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
 It's National
Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone
you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you
have a circle of friends. WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED
TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO
YOU</DIV></BODY></HTML>

------=_NextPart_000_004E_01C379F8.67C28F00--


	Previous Message	All Messages	Next Message

Concerned about privacy? Topica is TrustE certified.
See our Privacy Policy.