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So I Finally Checked My Email...

and I got a few forwarded messages.
Generally I ignore these; leave them for last or delete them.
But I've been bored today so I read them first.
These are my favorite three. :)

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends

You look down at the girl with black jeans and studs

But smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barley covers anything

Isnt it funny that you can change your music taste to impress a guy

But when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gansta?

But the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

Are you laughing?

Isnt it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week

But gets more shit then the girl that sleeps with everyone and sells her virginity?

INST IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking.

Or smoking

But the moment someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic

Teenage outcast?

Im not laughing.

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your mates can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks and goths retards

But manage to still get through the day without an inch of guilt in your heart

HOW CAN YOU CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY

WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS

AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF SPENDING IT LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

KEEP ON LAUGHING!!

Isnt it funny that you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons

Life

Without knowing her situation with her friends

Or her Family

Or her life

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

OR DOING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR COLTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN STYLE OF MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERYDAY WITH THE THINGS THAT PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE

AND BEHIND YOUR BACK

AND STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOU ARE

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING

AND DOGDING ROMOURS

!!!KEEP ON LAUGHING!!!

If you agree send this to everyone in your contacts!!

I loved that one. I am not emo, but I listen to my own music, I dress how I like, I'm not a stupid preppy slut and I simply dont give a fuck what anyone thinks.

> THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDANT
> (This one is too funny to not forward.)
> My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed
> to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
> As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us
> that 'Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary
> plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.'
>
> On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather
> Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
> 'Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to
> raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.'
>
> She calmly turned her head and said, 'In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.'
> To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat,
> 'Well, sweet-cheeks,in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you.
> Tray-up, Bitch.'

This is why the world could not function without gay people. We all need a little comic relief. Thats why we all loved Bert and Ernie!
[[Who are NOT gay. Its a kids show, people. They're puppets. They do not have sexual preferences. Jesus.]]

heart breaking dtory you have two choices... delete or read its your choisce...
> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
>
> The audience was stilled by the query.
>
> The father continued. 'I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
>
> Then he told the following story:
>
> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
>
> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
>
> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
>
> At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
>
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
>
> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
>
> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
>
> Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
>
> All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay'
>
> Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'
>
> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
>
> 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
>
> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
>
> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
>
> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
>
> A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them
>
> You now have two choices:
> 1. Delete
> 2. Forward
> May your day, be a Shay Day

A beautiful story. I dont care if its true or not, but it is wonderful.
Isn't it sad, though, that only children would do this?
Seriously.
Be honest with yourself.
Do you know any adults who would have done that?
Would you have done that?

Posted by A_SINGLE_TEARDROP on 2007-12-23 15:38:30 | Rating: