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Men and women are so different

* A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants; a woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.

* A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband; a man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

* A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend; a successful woman is one who can find such a man.

* To he happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little; to be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.

* Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die.

* Any married man should forget his mistakes-there's no use in two people remembering the same thing.

* A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't; a man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.

* A woman has the last word in any argument; anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.

* There are two times when a man doesn't understand a woman: before marriage and after.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the
hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht
oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny
iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the
rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can
sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the
huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef,
but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I
awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!!!

If you can udernatnsd tihs rdanieg, rpely to tihs ltetr..
as a smae froamt ok...

-=rfafy=-

Dear Mommy,



I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.

He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.

I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has
happened.

I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.

I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.

I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my
surroundings.

I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.

Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and
me.

Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would
yell
or scream, then cry.

I heard Daddy yelling back.

I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.

I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the
day.

I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.

That same day, the most horrible thing happened.

A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.

I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help
me.

Maybe you never heard me.

The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,

"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."

Complete terror is all I felt.

I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.

Then the monster started ripping my arms off.

It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.

It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.

I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.

Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.

I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love
me.

I wanted to make all your tears go away.

I had so many plans to make you happy.

Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.

Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart
breaking, above all.

I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.

No use now, for I was dying a painful death.

I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.

I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't
know
the words you could understand.

And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.

I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big
beautiful place.

I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.

The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.

He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked
Him
what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion.

I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."

I don't know what abortion is;

I guess that's the name of the monster.



I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to
be
your little girl.

I tried very hard to live.

I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too
powerful.

It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was
impossible
to live.

I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.

I didn't want to die.



Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.

Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of
pain I
did.



Please be careful.





Love,


Your Baby Girl

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