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I made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it
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~ Blaise Pascal
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STEVE! DONT EAT IT!
A mind, is a Terrible thing to taste.
"Hey..maybe we can push this car home" and we did..The End
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WELCOME TO MY WORLD
"what do u want gina?" "a peach i guess" ...*5 minutes*..."okay heres u pear"...." i asked for a peach....and this
is a mango!"
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Abortion is perhaps the most highly debated social issue of
our time. With more than 27 million abortions that have occurred in the period from 1973 to 1991, almost everyone has an opinion
on the issue. The abortion issue has been used as a symbol of independence in the feminist movement, and has been clouded
by many other issues such as rape and incest. However, in order to obtain a Biblical view of abortion, one must rake away
the muck which obscures the main questions about abortion, and concentrate on the issue's essence.
The primary point of conflict in the entire abortion debate
is the question of when life begins. If indeed life begins in the womb, then no one could disagree that the fetus (latin for
`little one') is a human being, and is subject to the rights (God's laws concerning humanity) which befit a human being. First,
the Bible establishes that God recognizes a person even before he or she is born. "Before I was born the Lord called me" (Isaiah
49:1). Exodus 21:22-23 describes a situation in which a man hits a pregnant woman and causes her to give birth prematurely.
If there is "no serious injury," the man is required to pay a fine, but if there is "serious injury," either to the mother
or the child, then the man is guilty of murder and subject to the penalty of death. This command, in itself, legitimizes the
humanity of the unborn child, and places the child on a level equal that of the adult male who caused the miscarriage. Scriptural
support abounds for the humanity of the unborn child. "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's
womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made . . . your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained
for me were written in your book before one of them came to be" (Ps 139: 13-16). The Bible, in fact, uses the same Greek word
to describe the unborn John the Baptist (Luke 1:41,44), the newborn baby Jesus (Luke 2:12,16), and the young children who
were brought to Jesus for his blessing (Luke 18:15).
Perhaps the most stark Biblical revelation of the humanity
of the unborn comes in Jeremiah 20, during Jeremiah's cry of woe in which he laments that he wishes he had never been born,
"Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, who made him very glad, saying 'A child is born to you - a son!' . . .
For he did not kill me in the womb with my mother as my grave" (Jeremiah 20:15-17).
I want to know God's thoughts... the rest are details.
~ Albert Einstein
Here is a story about a young girl whom had been hiding in the sewers
during the halocaust. On February 6, 1947, 11 1/2-year-old Krystyna Chiger was interviewed by Magistrate Maria Holender. During
the war, she had been hidden with her family in the sewers of Lvov, a city in Poland. Here is what she said.
When Daddy found out that there would be a liquidation of the Ghetto,
we hid in the cellar. We usually went there in the afternoon when Mommy would come back from work. I was 7 years old then
and I knew about everything.
Later we headed for the sewer. It was very wet and dark. I was very
scared and I was shaking, but I tried to be calm and only asked Daddy if we still had far to go. There were stones with yellow
worms crawling all over. We put all our things over the stones and sat on top of them. It was awful there. Water seeped from
the walls and it smelled bad. I saw large, red rats which ran by us just like chickens. At first I was very afraid, but later
I got used to it. My little brother, Pawelek, was not scared at all.
I lay on Mommy's knees and Pawelek was on Daddy's. This lasted five
weeks. We couldn't move or get up. There were 20 other people with us. Every day, from the first day, the Polish sewer workers
brought us food: black bread and margarine. They were very nice to us.
Because they were afraid that someone might notice them, they always
came into the sewers through different sewer covers.
We had a carbide lamp which was lit all the time. It hung from a
hook. Daddy brought us water in a jug which he carried in his teeth because he had to walk very stooped. I was not allowed
to talk loudly; I only whispered into Mommy's ear. I dreamt that the war would end so that we could go out into the world.
I missed the sunshine, the air and the flowers. Once, I asked our sewer workers for some field flowers. I wanted to see our
dog, but I didn't tell Mommy because she had so many other worries.
In the summer, when the rain seeped in, there was a lot of water
everywhere. Then we had to lean very low on the stones right next to the wall so that the water would not flow on us. Pawelek
was very small at that time. He was only 3 years old, and he cried a lot. Mommy was very upset because she was afraid that
someone would hear us. Once, a man who was hiding with us got so angry at Pawelek that he pointed a gun at him.
After five weeks, other sewer workers found our hiding place. We
had to run away. We ran through the main pipe, straight ahead, and we didn't know where we were going. Suddenly, we saw our
sewer workers. They were very surprised and asked us where we were going. Daddy told them everything. Then they led us to
a side pipe and told us to stay there overnight. In the morning, they led us farther in. While walking, I felt much better.
I did not have to sit any more. I walked barefoot in a summer dress. I was shaking from the cold but I felt happy. I got a
pin in my foot but I took it out myself because I didn't want to delay the others. We finally reached a cement pipe and we
stayed there the whole day. It was so cold there that we couldn't stand it. There was also no place to sleep. The next day
our friends led us away again. By then we were only 11 people. The others had died.
Once, my Uncle Kuba almost drowned in the Poltwa when he went for
water and there was a storm. He went under because the water pulled him down. In this new sewer, we had it much better. There
was more room. We slept on cots which Daddy built from planks that he found. I slept with Daddy and another man. It was very
crowded and uncomfortable. Mommy slept with Pawelek and a lady. The rats ate our bread. When Daddy frightened them with a
stick, they ran away. Pawelek fed the rats as if they were pets. The rats came very close and squeaked, but Pawelek wasn't
scared. One lady cooked soup and coffee and Mommy divided it among us so that I was not hungry. Pawelek got used to everything
and he no longer cried. One lady gave birth to a child. They covered this child with a washbasin. It suffocated and was thrown
into the Poltwa.
I heard how cars drove above us. I heard people's voices and children
playing and laughing. I thought how happy I would be if I could play like them. I got very sick with measles. Then Pawelek
got it from me. One sewer worker brought him eggs in his teeth. He had to crawl to come to us.
We lived like this for 14 months. Our sewer workers helped us all
the time. When we ran out of money they brought us food for nothing.
Towards the end of our hiding, I heard the whistles of sirens and
the noise of cannons. I was afraid but I knew that our liberators, the Russians, were near. One day we heard a strong knocking
on the sewer grates. These were our sewer workers who told us that we were free. For a few minutes we walked through the pipe,
then we pulled away the sewer cover and our sewer workers pulled us up on the surface of the earth. We no longer looked like
children. People felt sorry for us and one lady bought us gooseberries. I was so happy when I saw the sun, flowers and people.
But Pawelek cried a lot. He wanted to go back to the sewer because he wasn't used to the light and he was afraid of people.
EXTENDED VERSION!!!
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an entire family of possums decided..hey...we look funny. lets go to the clowns..and they
can use us...as props..and we can get laughs- cuz possums love to laugh- but instead of goin to the clowns- they went to magicians-
and they simply jus replaced the rabbits- this angered the rabbits aswell as the possums- because..well..no one likes to be
replaced- and these possums werent getting laughs-"jus oooo's and aaah's" so they killed the magicians and raped the
rabbits- Creating a hybrid mix- stronger than either-and they ate little possums as karma of there lack of emtions-
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