Isaac Damix Falodun Check if a friend has deleted you http://tinyurl.com/7gw3gfn
Edionseri Emmanuel Check if a friend has deleted you http://tinyurl.com/8ybv4dc
GUESS THE BEACH! Mystery beach photo #4. A "toll attendant" on the beach? Hmm.
Medini Mohan Gogoi Check if a friend has deleted you http://tinyurl.com/7gw3gfn
Cory Lescarbeault Lmfao i just watched some chinese guy put his lit smoke into a garbage can downtown hymnn can you say possible garbage fire lol
Nelson Broughton hoping that we get the rest of the stuff today on this move so i can start on the last thing that's goin and that's gonna be a big metal shed that me and bo gotta take down
Ic Romeo Check if a friend has deleted you http://tinyurl.com/7hhow78
Jeremy Wood Poison me against the moon/I am piecing a potion to combat your poison.
David Rodriguez trying to convince myself theres nothing scary about a flying arachnid, 3" in diameter. nothing at all...move along, theres nothing to see here. :o
Nathan Young I like and boy did what you said in the beginning counter act the harsh propaganda and I'm very surprised you opened your audacity mouth and said it. However as far as employing people with autism is not a charity but a good investment there is a few ways of looking at that. 1. Outreach for those who need outreach for inclusion can be enabled with compassion and the stereotype that compassion has been made out to being which is pity impairs social awareness. 2. Some or many do not need compassionate inclusion to develop skills but however simply understanding. 3. There is nothing wrong with charity and many I know with disabilities are not offended by others helping them in this way as it is not perceived as an insult to ones identity. However charity can in of itself create unnecessary dependency on it and my solution is compassion creates skills that where applicable can develop independence and not dependency on charity when possible.
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Last month's article on autism lacked the perspectives of its subjects - a common but fatal flaw. Here, autistic adults discuss life in a neurotypical world.
Thành Nguyễn I lie half awake
Late at night
I reach out to touch you
Feel you by my side
And I reach
And I reach
But I never get to feel you
Will I ever get to feel you again?
Again
Just one more time
One more moment
To take you in my arms
One more chance
One more kiss
Before I wake to find you gone
One more time
Before I have to face another day
And my heart breaks
Again
It's only a dream
But it's all so real
Don't want it to end
But I know it will
So I pray
And I pray
Every night I'm on my knees
Begging for the chance to see you again
Again
Just one more time
One more moment
To take you in my arms
One more chance
One more kiss
Before I wake to find you gone
One more time
Before I have to face another day
And my heart breaks
Again
Oh one more time
Before I have to face
Another day,
And my heart breaks again
Again.
http://www.nhaccuatui.com/nghe?M=7gfKQWF4zG
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Bài hát One more time, ca sĩ Kenny G trình bày, đăng bởi huyen_duongqn
Terrion Riles I knew I shouldn't start fucking with it again #SENDOFF but its a rap for that
TJ Neverlookback Salas If a girl says I love ina month or less somethings up -.-
Emma James not happy nathan has a chest infection bless him ): hope he gets better soon <3, had a nice day with the girls :)
Katie Chatterton I'm supposed to be working... but this is a pretty sweet distraction, haha... http://www.clarrissegill.com/videoclips/amazing_grace.php Enjoy the first (mellllloooow) 3 minutes, and then boom! They are pretty cool dudes...
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Four Tenors (Il Divo). Please warm the hearts of all your family and friends by passing this beautiful message in a song. Enjoy and Be Blessed Abundantly!
Yolanda Salinas This is Yolanda's husband, Please pray for Yolanda's mother. She really needs them right now. Thank You. If you know Yolanda's phone# give her a call because she you really use some support from friends.
Anthony Chavez I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Okay I’m lying, but I’m trying
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
Katy O'Herron Cracks me up that I woke up in a panic at 3:30 this morning because I forgot to move "Jack" our Elf on the Shelf .. Haha : )
Herman El Piolin Partida i wanna get them new D WADES coming out but im not really a hooper anymore so itd be kinda pointless. they are fresh though
Destiny Tucker can someone helo me find a tmobile phone ? my sisters is fuckked up ! && she deserves a new one lol..
HELPP MEE !!!
Ngoni Chipfunde Am way too horny tonite....... Need a man who can give me a good fuck
Bill Burleigh Packing up from Colorado Dude Ranch convention in Reno. Great to see friends and play a little Blackjack. Oh.. and we learned a few things too.
Vani Mohan P a thanku to the quizziano ronaldo Joseph Cherian..and quizzical messi Jyothis P Jose for a great time..:P
Patricia Prince Report/Mark as SpamCherrise Norris
Saw a cashier hand a little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there too.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I luvmy mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later,the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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