How Bout Some Urban Legends

[LPDad]

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make 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 provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he 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 same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

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What goes around comes around.

[The Boinker]

jesus....thats so cool! amazing "conincedences"! lol!

[jackofall]

now that is interesting I guess I should have known this coming from the Uk and all ..........

[Roadblock]

And Now, You Know, The REEEEEESSSSSSTTTT of the Story. :)

Good 'un bud. ;)

[berks]

hmm... really makes you think a little
:)

[Fister]

Originally posted by berks
hmm... really makes you think a little
:)

You think : :P

lol

that was an awsome story LP...

[Zcool]

wow, shows it really is a small world.

[blackspawn]

jeez little actions that change the world.... who said a person can make history... and what a history.

(where did you find this jewel LP?)

[rastagard]

Nice story, but not true.


Sorry, I'm a hard core debunker.


Look here. (http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/churchill.htm)

[Asterix]

Really nice story .... LP

Great find

[LPDad]

I should have figured that Mr Skeptic Rasta would track that one down.

A doc friend of mine gave that to me. hey, I bought it-- it sounded right.

Oh well, I am off to search for more good tidbits...maybe I should run the next one by Rasta first...:D

[rastagard]

FYI, I have in my bookmarks at least a half dozen sites devoted to Hoaxes, Scams and Urban Legends, etc.


There is way too much of this stuff floating around the internet. Unfortunately most of it isn't as innocent as your story was. There is a lot of scams going on, both financial and political.


I frequently get the one about the "Self Serve" virus hoax. Thats the one where a friend tell you he may have infected you with the sulfnbak.exe (or something similar) virus and tells you to look in your Windows folder and delete it. Well, these are usually legitimate Windows programs that reside there. Once removed you usually loose a function of Windows. I have recieved this warning several times and I have that particular link booknmarked to save time in looking it up...............

[Roadblock]

I was taken in by that hoax early on in my internet life. Taught me a valuable lesson. Fortuantley, I was still under warrantee with HP and their service people helped me replace that file. Anytime you get a warning form a friend etc that says for example:

"Send this to everyone in your address book!"
"Norton does not have a fix for this."

99 9/10% of the time it is a hoax.

"This virus deletes your harddrive, steals your wife's jewelry, and flushes your commode."

Well, maybe not the last one, but it is nearly that bad.

[MuDsHaNeY]

teLL uS SoMe URbAn LeGeNs UnKiE RaSta!!!

[jackofall]

Last week at work someone decided to forward onto the global address book (about 6,000 people) a similar hoax this one was jmbgr.exe (look for the teddybear icon) and included that they indeed had the virus and had removed it :rolleyes: this was then followed by about six emails explaining that it was a hoax and how to replace the file the last of which was from our IT dept. about 45mins after the rest :eek: the funniest thing was the original email was forwarded on by one of the directors and the first couple of emails explaing it was a hoax came from just regular people in his dept. I know he will still be getting humiliated for it now especially as he is around 10 times there salary.


I think from now on he will let his P.A. open his emails ;)

[rastagard]

Originally posted by MuDsHaNeY
teLL uS SoMe URbAn LeGeNs UnKiE RaSta!!!



Sure thing my little raving nephew..............


One of these stories is true, the other two are hoaxes. Can you tell which one is real?


~~~.~~~

When a 40-year old man arrived at a hospital asking to see a doctor specializing in "men's troubles", he was shown to a cubicle. There, he gingerly unwrapped three yards of foul smelling, stained gauze from around his scrotum, which had swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit.

On further inspection, it was discovered that his left testicle was missing completely and, embedded within the swollen, tender and weeping wound, were a number of dark objects which the patient confessed were one inch staple nails from an industrial staple gun.

It transpired that the man spent lunchtimes alone in the workshop, where he regularly enjoyed the sexual thrill of placing his penis on the moving canvas fan belt of a piece of machinery. One day, the excitement had caused him to lose his concentration and the fan-belt had snatched his scrotum into the fly-wheel, throwing him several feet across the floor and removing his left testicle. Rather than go to hospital, he self-administered first aid using a staple gun and then continued work when his colleagues returned. It was two weeks before he got around to visiting the hospital.


~~~.~~~


LEST WE FORGET--
Subject: A little history...


You know, it's funny. I remember very vividly
the Oliver North hearings, but did not recall the
name of Osama bin Laden as the terrorist that
North was threatened by. Has this slimeball been
around that long?. It's pretty evident, in hindsight
that we should have listened to OLLIE!


I was at a UNC lecture the other day where they
played a video of Oliver North during the Iran-Contra
deals during the Reagan administration.
I was naive back then but
was surprised by this particular clip.

There was Olie in front of God and Country
getting the third degree.

But what he said stunned me. He was being
drilled by some senator I didn't recognize who
asked him;

'Did you not recently spend close to $60,000
for a home security system?'

Oliver replied, 'Yes I did sir.'

The senator continued, trying to get a laugh
out of the audience,
'Isn't this just a little excessive?'

'No sir,' continued Oliver.

'No. And why not?'

'Because the life of my family and I were threatened.'

'Threatened? By who.'

'By a terrorist, sir.'

'Terrorist? What terrorist could possibly scare
you that much?'

'His name is Osama bin Laden.'

At this point the senator tried to repeat the
name, but couldn't pronounce it, which most
people back then probably couldn't. A couple
of people laughed at the attempt. Then the senator
continued.

'Why are you so afraid of this man?'

'Because sir, he is the most evil person alive
that I know of.'

'And what do you recommend we do about him?'

'If it were me I would recommend an assassin
team be formed to eliminate him and his men
from the face of the earth.'

The senator disagreed with this approach and that
was all they showed of the clip.

It's scary when you think 15 years ago the
government was aware of Osama bin Laden
and his potential threat to the security of the world.
I guess like all great tyrants they start small but if
left untended spread like the virus they truly are.


~~~.~~~


Subject: On Having a Bad Day

Supposed to be a true story!

THE NEXT TIME YOU THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY: Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire.

The deceased male was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with SCUBA tanks on his back, flippers, and face mask.

A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries.

Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest fire.

It was revealed that, on the day of the fire, the person went for a diving trip off the coast some 20 miles away from the forest. The firefighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean then flown to the forest fire and emptied. You guessed it.

One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next he was doing the breast stroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air. Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'-10" of the fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed! This article was taken from the California Examiner, March 20, 1998

[MuDsHaNeY]

MaN.... YuK......
No MoRe StoRieS FrOm YeW!

[Roadblock]

Not positive, but I think that the Ollie North Story is true. As strange as this world is, could be any of em though. ;)

[blackspawn]

Subject: On Having a Bad Day

Supposed to be a true story!

THE NEXT TIME YOU THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DAY: Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire.

The deceased male was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with SCUBA tanks on his back, flippers, and face mask.

A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries.

Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest fire.

It was revealed that, on the day of the fire, the person went for a diving trip off the coast some 20 miles away from the forest. The firefighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean then flown to the forest fire and emptied. You guessed it.

One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next he was doing the breast stroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air. Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'-10" of the fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed! This article was taken from the California Examiner, March 20, 1998

Rasta are you sure this is a hoax... lol that came on one of the most "respectable" newspapers in my country (2 or 3 year ago). Only they said he was diving in a lake when the plane went to collect the water.

[rastagard]

Originally posted by Roadblock
Not positive, but I think that the Ollie North Story is true. As strange as this world is, could be any of em though. ;)


The Truth:
According to the Congressional Record, there was no mention of Osama Bin Laden during the Iran-Contra hearings by Oliver North or anyone else. In fact, there was no mention of Osama Bin Laden in the Congressional Record at all in 1987, the year of the hearings.

Read the full explanation here. (http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/ollienorth-osama.htm)



Originally posted by blackspawn
Rasta are you sure this is a hoax... lol that came on one of the most "respectable" newspapers in my country (2 or 3 year ago). Only they said he was diving in a lake when the plane went to collect the water.


The Truth:
This is a time-honored urban legend. There is no evidence that this ever took place.

There is no "California Examiner" article.

Some versions say it was a "super-scooper" airplane that sucked in the diver while making a high-speed pass over the waves to collect water for the fire.

Read the full explanation here. (http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/firediver.htm)



That leaves the Scrotum Self Repair as the true story!


Comments: It's tempting to dismiss this grisly tale as a prurient joke, but we have it on good authority — that of attending physician Dr. William A. Morton, Jr., who penned a journal article on the case in 1991 — that the incident indeed really happened. The text of that article has circulated by Fax and email ever since, spawning shorter variants such as the one above.


Read the full explanation here. (http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/blself-repair.htm)

[Cassavus]

Wow, now that's what I am talking about! Great story!

[MuDsHaNeY]

:cry: i DoNt WaNt No MoRe StORiEs FrOM YeW UNkiE RaStA.... YoU'Re a scARy Man

[rastagard]

Originally posted by MuDsHaNeY
:cry: i DoNt WaNt No MoRe StORiEs FrOM YeW UNkiE RaStA.... YoU'Re a scARy Man


Oh, ya want scary huh.............



Unkie rasta gots scary stories awright, muhwahahahahahahaha....................

[FrYGuY]

The conveyer belt one also was a winner of the Darwin awards.

God bless 'em!

[hunter234]

nice, rastagard very nice

[Cassavus]

Originally posted by Cassavus
Wow, now that's what I am talking about! Great story!

By the way, I was talking about LPDads story.

Rasta, that first story of yours brought one thing to my mind. PAIN! I've heard the last one before...

[MuDsHaNeY]

HmmHMm... i TiNk im iNtriGuEd By ThEse ScAriEr StOrIes....

[rastagard]

I recently saw this one posted at another site. I took this version from http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/groomsrevenge.htm, but it is verbatim as posted in the other forum...........



What A Wedding

This is actually true - it was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno mentioned it!

Below is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at Clemson University:

This was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at the reception, the groom got up on stage at the microphone to talk to the crowd. He said that he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted new father-in-law for providing such a fabulous reception. To thank everyone for coming and bringing gifts and everything, he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift from just him.

So, taped to the bottom of everyone’s chair was a manila envelope. He said that this was his gift to everyone, and told everyone to open the envelopes. Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 picture of his best man having sex with the bride. He had gotten suspicious of the two of them and hired a private detective to trail them weeks prior to the wedding. After he stood there and watched the people’s reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said "F--- you," he turned to the bride and said "F--- you," and then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said "I’m out of here."
He had the marriage annulled first thing that Monday morning.

While most of us would have broken off the engagement immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with it anyway as if nothing was wrong. His revenge: Making the bride’s parents pay over $32,000 for 300 guest wedding and reception. Letting everyone know exactly what did happen. And best of all, trashing the bride’s and best man’s reputations in front of all of their friends and their entire families... i.e. their parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, nieces and nephews, etc. This guy has balls the size of church bells.


The Truth:
This story is a frequently told urban legend that has been around for quite a while, long enough to be regarded as an urban legend for which there has never been any proof.

[Cassavus]

OH man! That is a very smart man...I like his strategy. :D Good one rasta!

[MuDsHaNeY]

RoFL wOt a MaD oNe

**PiKs Up a RoCk aND DrOPs iT oN RaSta's FoOt**

[SaLTy]

Amazing :o

[rastagard]

:eek: :eek: :eek:


Just in case you weren't already fearful of using public restrooms...............


There is also a version that supposedly happened in North Florida at an Olive Garden restaurant, the spider is renamed in that version. (evidently too many people were catching on to arachnius gluteus, LOL)


Please pass this on to everyone on your email list:

According to an article by Dr. Beverly Clark, in the Journal of the United Medical Association (JUMA), the mystery behind a recent spate of deaths has been solved. If you haven't already heard about it in the news, here is what happened.

3 women in Chicago, turned up at hospitals over a 5 day period, all with the same symptoms. Fever, chills, and vomiting, followed by muscular collapse, paralysis, and finally, death. There were no outward signs of trauma. Autopsy results showed toxicity in the blood. These women did not know each other, and seemed to have nothing in common.

It was discovered, however, that they had all visited the same restaurant (Big Chappies, at Blare Airport), within days of their deaths. The health department descended on the restaurant, shutting it down. The food, water, and air conditioning were all inspected and tested, to no avail. The big break came when a waitress at the restaurant was rushed to the hospital with similar symptoms. She told doctors that she had been on vacation, and had only went to the restaurant to pick up her check. She did not eat or drink while she was there, but had used the restroom. That is when one toxicologist, remembering an article he had read, drove out to the restaurant, went into the restroom, and lifted the toilet seat. Under the seat, out of normal view, was small spider. The spider was captured and brought back to the lab, where it was determined to be the South American Blush Spider (arachnius gluteus), so named because of its reddened flesh color. This spider's venom is extremely toxic, but can take several days to take effect. They live in cold, dark, damp, climates, and toilet rims provide just the right atmosphere. Several days later a lawyer from Los Angeles showed up at a hospital emergency room. Before his death, he told the doctor, that he had been away on business, had taken a flight from New York, changing planes in Chicago, before returning home. He did not visit Big Chappies while there. He did, as did all of the other victims, have what was determined to be a puncture wound, on his right buttock. Investigators discovered that the flight he was on had originated in South America. The Civilian Aeronautics Board (CAB) ordered an immediate inspection of the toilets of all flights from South America, and discovered the Blush spider's nests on 4 different planes! It is now believed that these spiders can be anywhere in the country. So please, before you use a public toilet, lift the seat to check for spiders. It can save your life! And please pass this on to everyone you care about.



Spider in the Toilet Hoax

September 1999

The following message is totally false. According to the Entomology department at the University of California, Riverside, there is no such animal as a South American Blush Spider. There is also no Journal of the United Medical Association (JUMA), no Big Chappies restaurant at Blare Airport, in fact there is no Blare airport, and no Civilian Aeronautics Board (the Civil Aeronautics Board was disbanded in 1984). Beverly Clark is a line of wedding apparel and a Blush Spider is a cosmetological term referring to patches of tiny varicose veins on the surface of the skin. As mentioned at Urban Legends.com, "If you're attacked by one of these, I'd recommend calling a plastic surgeon rather than the exterminator..."

[MuDsHaNeY]

HaEhAE... We HaVE a SiMiLAr StOry HeRe... BuT iTS MorE LiKe
a ReDbACK SpiDeR... oN aN OuTsiDe ToiLEt... WhiCh iSNt ThAt FaR-FeTcHed wEn yEW ThiNk aBouT iT.....
(to clear some things up... my toilet is inside, and no... a dingo did not eat my baby... rasta did)

[rastagard]

Originally posted by MuDsHaNeY
HaEhAE... We HaVE a SiMiLAr StOry HeRe... BuT iTS MorE LiKe
a ReDbACK SpiDeR... oN aN OuTsiDe ToiLEt... WhiCh iSNt ThAt FaR-FeTcHed wEn yEW ThiNk aBouT iT.....
(to clear some things up... my toilet is inside, and no... a dingo did not eat my baby... rasta did)


You got someone helpin you type these days??????????:type:

[rastagard]

BEST COFFEE MADE FROM MONKEY POO; CRAPPUCCINO
DAILY STAR

Wed Nov 21 2001 10:22:30 ET Coffee drinkers are going bananas over a brew
that's made of MONKEY DUNG.

Brits are flooding exclusive US stockists with orders for the brew, called
Kopi Luwak, made from berries that have passed through the digestive
system of Indonesian monkeys. Unlucky coffee plantation staff have to
search through the dung to gather the bizarre "harvest" of coffee berries,
which are said to emerge virtually intact.

Experts reckon the monkey business gives the drink a unique "earthy"
taste, which has made it the most expensive and sought-after coffee in the
world.

It is in such short supply - just 500 lb of it is harvested a year - that
it is virtually impossible to get hold of in Britain and has only limited
availability in the States and Japan.

Experts say the brew first came to light hundreds of years ago, when
explorers sampled it on the Indonesian isles of Java, Sumatra and
Sulawesi.

The monkey - known as the Palm Toddy Cat - lives on a diet of alcoholic
tree sap and coffee berries.

US-based food and drink critic Chris Rubin said:

"Whether it's because the intestinal juices give some special flavour or
because it eats only perfectly ripe berries, the Toddy Cat's droppings
produce what many say is the world's finest coffee."

Some exclusive US outlets sell Kopi Luwak for around a FIVER a cup.

US Coffee supplier Mark Mountanos has snapped up 110 lb of the beans.

He said: "We've had interest from all over the world because it is very
hard to get hold of."

US coffee shop owner Richard Karno ordered a pound from Mark's firm - but
only after he convinced him it wasn't a joke.

He said: "It's the best coffee I've ever tasted. It smells musty, but it
roasts up real nice

[rastagard]

I think this one may surprise ya!


~click~ (http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/kopiluwak.htm)

[Exodus]

well, my specialty is amilny around the paranormal, aliens, conspiracies, folklore urban legends, ..... basically anything you see on the X-files.

hrm..... let's think of a nice folk lore....

[rastagard]

Cool.


Welcome to the herd, Exodus. I like yer style.........................

[Exodus]

thank you.... OR IT!

[rastagard]

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. [He was] very neat in appearance but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischieviousness delightful.

Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving: "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at him and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.

I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third.

One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much!" No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."

Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.

I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.

I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."

Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said, without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

By: Sister Helen P. Mrosla

The purpose of this letter, is to encourage everyone to compliment the people you love and care about. We often tend to forget the importance of showing our affections and love. Sometimes the smallest of things could mean the most to another. I am asking you to please send this letter around and spread the message and encouragement, to express your love and caring by complimenting and being open with communication. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, I beg of you, to tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

I leave these messages with you and ask you to continue to spread the message to everyone you know.



True or False? (http://www.snopes.com/glurge/allgood.htm)

[Nilly_Chipples]

BUMP BUMP BUMP!


This is / was a kick ass thread!!!!!!!