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I got this email today and i just had to share it with you all.
Hugs
Vicki
Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some shopping done
for my
little boys' forthcoming birthday.
I was stressed out and a little irate.
It was dark, cold, and wet in the car park 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 might need later. So mumbling under my breath, I retraced my
steps to
the shopping centre entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a
quiet
sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12
years
old.
He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged
old
football shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly
enough, he
was holding a fifty pound note in his hand.
Thinking that he had got lost from his parents, I asked him what was
wrong.
He told me his sad story.
He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and
four
sisters all of whom also had birthdays imminent just like my little
boy.
His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was poorly
educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to
support her
large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save one
hundred
pounds to buy her children birthday presents.
The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her
second
job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and
save
just enough to take the bus home.
He had not even entered the shopping centre, when an older boy grabbed
one
of the fifty pound notes and disappeared into the night.
"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.
The boy said, "I did."
"And nobody came to help you?"
The boy stared at the pavement and sadly shook his head.
"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.
The soft-spoken boy looked up, tears in his eyes and meekly whispered,
"Help
me!"
I realised that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry
for
help.
So I grabbed his other fifty pound note and legged it back to my car.
Result or what !?! :twisted: :twisted:
Oh well i thought it was just a little funny 
Hugs
Vicki
Storytime Bears:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:
I had no idea that story would end that way :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:
WienVicki, oh noooooooooooooo this is sooo mean!!!!
Gaby 
