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These stories r soooo sad. U totally have 2 read it. Almost made me cry.


A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle.



GirlSlow down, I'm scared.

GuyNo, this is fun.

GirlNo it's not, please, it's so scary.

Guy Then tell me you love me.

GirlI love you, slow down.

GuyNow give me a big hug

*She gave him a big hug*

GuyCan you take my helmet off & put

it on yourself, It's really bothering me.



The next day in the newspaper,

a motorcycle crashed into a building

due to brake failure.

Two people were in the crash, but only

one survived. The truth was that halfway

down the road the guy realized that the

breaks weren't working, but he didn't want

the girl to know. Instead, he had her hug

him and tell him she loves him one last time.

Then he had her put his helmet on so that she

would live, even if it meant that he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and past this if you would .

ABORTION IS WRONG





MONTH ONE:


Mommy,


I am only 4 inches long,


but I have all my organs.


I love the sound of your voice.


The sound of your heart beat


is my favorite lullaby.





MONTH TWO:


Mommy,


Today I learned how to suck my thumb.


If you could see me,


you could definitely tell that I am a baby.


I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though.


It is so nice and warm in here.





MONTH THREE:


You know what, Mommy?


I'm a boy!!


I hope that makes you happy.


I always want you to be happy.


I don't like it when you cry.


You sound so sad.


It makes me sad, too,


and I cry with you even though


you can't hear me.





MONTH FOUR:


Mommy,


my hair is starting to grow.


It is very short and fine,


but I will have a lot of it.


I spend a lot of my time exercising.


I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes


and stretch my arms and legs.


I am becoming quite good at it, too.





MONTH FIVE:


You went to the doctor today.


Mommy, he lied to you.


He said that I'm not a baby.


I am a baby, Mommy... your baby.


I think and feel.


Mommy, what's abortion?





MONTH SIX:


I can hear that doctor again.


I don't like him.


He seems cold and heartless.


Something is intruding my home.


The doctor called it a needle.


Mommy what is it? It burns!


Please make him stop!


I can't get away from it!


Mommy! HELP me!





MONTH SEVEN


Mommy,


I am okay.


I am in Jesus' arms.


He is holding me.


He told me about abortion.


Why didn't you want me, Mommy?











EVERY ABORTION IS JUST...





One more heart that was stopped.


Two more eyes that will never see.


Two more hands that will never touch.


Two more legs that will never run.


One more mouth that will never speak.





If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.