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A Touching Christmas Story...

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As you guys know, I don't normally post mushy shit like this, but this was just so touching, I had to.

One snowy December, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute

Christmas shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of

the Christmas season just then. It was dark, cold and wet in the parking

lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy.

I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I would probably need later on,

so muttering under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.

As I was searching the wet pavement for the missing receipt, I heard a

quiet sobbing nearby. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy, who

I guessed was about 12 years old. He was short and thin, and had no coat.

He was just wearing a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold

winter night's chill. Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in

his hand.

Thinking that he had gotten separated from his parents and was lost, I

asked him what was wrong. He told me his sad story he said that he came

from a large family of three brothers and four sisters.

His father had died when he was 9 years old. His mother was poorly educated

and worked 2 full time jobs, from which she made very little to support the

family. Nevertheless, she had skimped and saved $200 to buy Christmas gifts

for her children.

The young boy had been dropped off by his mother on the way to her second

job, given the money and told to buy presents for the kids and save just

enough to take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall, however,

when an older boy grabbed one of the $100 bills and disappeared into the

night.

Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked. "I did." said the boy. "And no

one came to help you?" I wondered. The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly

shook his head. "How loud did you scream?" I inquired. The soft spoken boy

looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!" I realized that absolutely no

one could have heard this poor boy's cry for help.

So I grabbed the other $100 and ran to my car.

:laugh::funny::laugh::funny::laugh::funny:

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Dude, I finally found you.

Give me back the hundred dollars or I tell everyone about the Justin Timberlake CD you were singing along to while wearing your little pink outfit from ballet class, waiting at the bus stop for SugarnSpice to pick you up...

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Originally posted by trueqwest

Dude, I finally found you.

Give me back the hundred dollars or I tell everyone about the Justin Timberlake CD you were singing along to while wearing your little pink outfit from ballet class, waiting at the bus stop for SugarnSpice to pick you up...

Damn man, you don't have to do that. I sent the money through Pay Pal, now tell everyone you were kidding!!:cool:

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Originally posted by trueqwest

Dude, I finally found you.

Give me back the hundred dollars or I tell everyone about the Justin Timberlake CD you were singing along to while wearing your little pink outfit from ballet class, waiting at the bus stop for SugarnSpice to pick you up...

omg, he said he was listening to g-unit?!?!?!?!? :shake:

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