Girl: Why doesnt he like me..? Boy: I’m sure he does… Girl: I try to be perfect Boy:He doesnt need perfect… Girl: I just want to tell him. Boy: Yeah, I think you should. Girl: Okay, I will..thanks for the help, I’ll talk to you later. Boy: …okay…bye. Girl: (goes home to call boy) Boy: (walks home, dissapointed & broken) Boy: (sees answering machine blinking…pushes play…girl’s voice comes on) Girl: I just wanted to tell you…I just thought you should know…(long pause) I love you Boy: (whispers) I love you too….
A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.
So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes, some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.
The teacher asked: “How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?” The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.
Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: “This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?”
Moral of the story:
Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take! Love others even if you don’t like them.
*Please be kind enough in finishing the poem if you do have started* =]]
As Alexander the Greats Empire stretches to Persia And Peloponnesian war begins between Athens and Sparta I’m not afraid to wait for you here in vast Asia And will hope to attend Jesus Christ’s birth in Judea
Even though you’ll join the Phoenicians settlement in Syria I will climb endlessly the great tower of Babylonia So you could see me right through the hanging garden And Gods hear my words residing in heaven
If you’ll cry because of the division of Roman Empire To ottoman and Vikings I will call for a ceasefire Though Julius Ceasar conquered Rome to Gaul I will save you as the noble Byzantine Empire fall
As Inca India civilization begins in Peru I’ll tell Oliver Cromwell to write a love letter for you And in Genghis Khan captures you in Peking China I’ll call a bundle of help from United States of America
If you’ll be amazed in Shakespeare’s poetic novels I’ll write a unique one without any letter vowels If you’ll convert to Martin Luther’s Lutheran religion I’ll be brave enough to face the Roman Catholic Church’s inquisition
If you’ll be the leading actress in the Phantom of the Opera I’ll be the first who crosses the great desert of Sahara And if you’ll bury my love becoming so blurd You’ll still be my 8th wonders of the World
This has been the great love story I ever read. I was a 2nd year HS student when I read this story the first time [I saw myself crying indeed]. And if I have time to read this over and over again, I WILL.
What can I say about a girl I love since I was teen—— that I love the way she laughs at me when I commit mistakes, the way she cries over some sad silly late night shows. Somehow, I wished I could have her and say that I love her but now there’s no hope for me to do so.
She was my best friend and I have known her ever since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which reveals my feelings for her, that I love her not only because she’s pretty and smart but also by the way she laughs at everything and the way she sees life and life.
I could still remember the first time we met. I was five years old then. It was one windy afternoon having no one to play with except to my best friend, troy. He and his family just moved out to transfer at a neighboring state because his father got promoted.
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