FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL NAMED RUTH WAS SITTING AT HOME EATING TACOS WHILE BABYSITTING HER BROTHER WHILE HER PARENTS WERE OUT GETTING DRUNK.ITS 9:00 SO SHE PUTS HER BROTHER TO BED AND HE FALLS ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY.SHE WATCHES TV AND AT 1:27am THE PHONE RINGS.SHE PICKS IT UP AND A VOICE THAT SOUNDS ERIE.HE SAYS SOMETHING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE THAT SHE CANNOT UNDERSTAND SO SHE JUST HANGS UP.AND LATER ON AT ABOUT 3:13 THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN.THE SAME VOICE COMES ON THE PHONE HE SAYS CHECK YOUR BROTHERS ROOM!! AND SHE SAYS WHO ARE YOU AND WHATS YOU PROBLEM??THEN SHE HANGS UP.SHE GETS SCARED AND GOES AND CHECKS HIS ROOM JUST IN CASE.SHE OPENS THE DOOR AND SHE SEES HER BROTHER HANGING FROM THE CLOSET DEAD!!!SHE CALLS THE POLICE AND THEY COME RIGHT OVER.THEY DO THE WHOLE INSPECTION THING AND SHE GOES TO COURT AND THE JUDGE FINDS HER GUILTY OF FIRST DEGREE MURDER OF HER BROTHER PELSWICK OSWALD THE THIRD.SHE WAS SENTENCED TO LIFE IN PRISON.THIS IS NO JOKE ITS A TRUE STORY OF A DEAR FAMILY IN FORK CITY, UTAH.SHE HAUNTS THOSE WHO DO NOT RE-TELL HER STORY AS SHE THINKS THAT ITS THEM WHO MURDERED HER DEAR BROTHER.IF YOU DO NOT SEND THIS TO 15 PEOPLE IN THE NEXT 313 MINUTES SHE WILL APPEAR AT YOUR BEDSIDE AT 3:13 AND TORCHER AND HANG YOU JUST AS IT WAS DONE TO HER BROTHER.I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A JOKE ITS REAL AND THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES FOR DISBELIEF IN THE DEATH OF PELSWICK OSWALD THE THIRD.REPOST THIS AS IM HELLA SERIOUS ABOUT THIS I REALLY AM SO PLEASE SEND THIS
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It! was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift..
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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Dear All:
PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don't know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon leave this world due to cancer.
This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.
She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.
By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just your time!
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