Hunter Smith, 5, drowned in a swimming pool after apparently wandering away from two teenagers, one of whom was his babysitter. Paramedics and hospital staff members spent several hours trying to revive Hunter. Police pulled the unconscious boy from the cold water of the neighbor’s pool about 3:20 p.m. Wednesday.
The babysitter was 16. The other teen was her boyfriend, 17. The boy’s parents had no comment about their son’s unfortunate death.
Police questioned both teens separately as to how the accident occurred. Their stories did not match. The girl said Hunter disappeared while she was using the bathroom. The boy said Hunter disappeared while he was using the bathroom. After further questioning and some searching around the house, the police determined that the boy disappeared while both teens were using the bedroom.
“They had actually put him in the bedroom closet, but were so busy with each other that they never saw or heard the boy leave the closet and the house,” an officer said. Charges might be filed against the teens for involuntary manslaughter and against the neighbor for leaving the gate to the pool unlocked.
There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass through freely on both sides of the bridge.
But at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switch man sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance through the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard.
He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man's strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. Daddy, where are you? His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, Run! Run! But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make his decision. The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed.
They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.
Now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man's heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us through His Son.
A little girl, by the name of
Sarah Dean, was taught the precepts of the Bible by her mother. One day she
came to her mother very much delighted, to show her some plums that a friend
had given her. The mother said to her: "Your friend was very kind, and has
given you a great many." "Yes," replied Sarah. "she was,
and she gave me more than these, but I have given some away." The mother
asked to whom she had given them; when the child replied: "I gave them to
a girl that pushes me off the path, and makes faces at me." Upon being
asked why she gave them to her, she answered: "Because I thought that
should make her know that I wished to be kind to her, and perhaps she will not
be unkind and rude to me again." This was true. The rude girl was
afterwards very good to Sarah, and felt very sorry that she had treated her
unkindly. How truly did the little girl obey the command, "overcome evil
with good."
A bright eyed boy was sleeping
upon a bank of blossoming clover. The cool breeze lifted the curls from his
brow, and fanned with downy wings his quiet slumbers, while he lay under the
refreshing shade of a large maple tree. The birds sang to him during his happy
hours of sleep. By and by he awoke, and a beautiful gold robin sat on the
spray, and sung a song of joy. The boy reached out his hands to secure the
prize, but the robin spread his golden wings and soared away. He looked after
it with a longing gaze, and when it disappeared from his sight, he wept aloud.
At this moment, a form of light approached, and took the hands of the child and
pointed upwards; and he saw the bird soaring in freedom, and the sun shining
upon its burnished plumes. Then the shining one said: "Do you love that
beautiful bird?" In the midst of his tears the child replied, "Oh,
yes." "Then," said the angel, "shall it not wing its flight
from flower to flower and be happy, rather than to dwell in a prison with
thee?" Then the streams and flowering vales of Elysium, that breathe the
pure air of freedom, spake: "Wouldst thou bring her back to thee, and make
her a prisoner? Dry up thy tears, and let thy song be, 'Stay not here, but
speed thy flight, O bright one, and snuff the mellow air of freedom.' God made
the birds to be happy in their short existence, and ought we to deprive
them
of their own elements of happiness, and take from them the freedom which they
enjoy?"
It was the day of her son's XII results and she was so tensed. She sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no. "Ma", he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects.
I cant believe it. " She kinda became numb in my excitement. Her eyes became wet. She kissed him on his forehead and smiled.
Soon they realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, her joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped her house for interviews and photos. She was so honored to join him in the snaps.
She wanted to call her "wrong-number- friend" to tell him the news......She was so excited. He was someone whom she has known for more than 20 years.
She still did not remember when they became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called her when she blasted him for giving her so many wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to . They spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names. Though he kept pestering her to reveal her name she never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. She used to get so shy whenever he called her 'Sweety'. She was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student.
From then he used to call her very often . They almost discussed everything ..
By the final year of her college, they probably were in love, but she had been cautious. She was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Does she have the courage to talk to her parents about it? ........all these questions ran through her mind.
She decided tat she'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time she lied to him that she was going to Delhi for her post graduation. He gave her his office number and asked her to ring him up once she reach there.
She never called .......
A couple of months later her marriage got fixed with a guy of her parent's choice. She was not happy but she did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times she felt she missed her wrong- number- friend...... .
Her hubby was a moody person; she has hardly spent any good time with him- but he was genuine indeed and never bothered her personal space. After 2 years they had a boy... Yet,she was not very happy with her married life... One day she happened to browse through her diary and found that she still had her old friend's office phone no that he had given her. she dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. She was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart she felt bad that she could not marry him.
From then she used to occasionally call him on that number. She never gave him hers as I felt that would put her in trouble.. And till today she almost shared everything with him including her relationship with her hubby..... today she was so happy and wanted to call him.
Just then she got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot"
She banged the phone down. She broke. She did not call her friend.....She somehow started feeling guilty. She has never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him.... She felt that she had been a bad wife........
A couple of years passed and one day her son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. She got them married as she did not want her son to go through what she did.
She decided to give her son his father's room and started clearing it. There was a phone book. She gently opened it to find, "Wrong No Sweety -26579785"
God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong!!!!!
A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, and for sometime continued to grow weaker until he died. A few hours before his death he revived up, and his first request was to be bathed in the river; but his mother persuaded him to be sponged only, as the river water would be too cold for his weak frame. After his mother had sponged him with water, he desired to be dressed; when his mother dressed him in his green coat and white collar, and seated him at the table with all his books and worldly treasures around him. As he sat there, one would have thought that he was about to commence a course of study; and yet in the marble paleness of his features, and in the listless and languid eye, there was evidence that life in the boy was like an expiring taper, flickering in the socket. He soon asked to go out in his little carriage. His grandfather, whom he very much loved, placed him in it, and carefully avoiding every stone, drew him to a spot commanding the entire landscape. The tide was up and the sun was shining on the deep blue waters, and bathing the distant mountains and the green meadows in liquid gold. The gardens and orchards around were gay in the rich crimson blossoms of the apple tree; the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the birds were singing beautifully, when little Bertie looked for the last time on the scenes of earth. He could not remain long, and was soon taken back to the little parlor, where he sat on the sofa, resting his elbows on the table. It was not long before the little boy died. But he was very happy. Among his last words were these, addressed to his little sister three years old: "Well, Emmie, very ill—me going to Jesus." "Oh, mamma, Emmie loves her Saviour."
An incredible love
story has come out of China
recently and managed to touch the world
Itis a story of a
man and an older woman who ran off to live and love each otherin peace for over half a century.
The 70-year-old Chinese man who hand-carved over 6,000 stairs
up a mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed away in the cave which has
been the couple's home for the last 50 years.
Over 50years ago,
Liu Guojiang a 19 year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowedmother named Xu Chaoqin...
In a twist worthy of Shakespeare' s Romeo and Juliet,
friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference
and the fact that Xu already had children.
At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young
manto love an older woman.. To avoid
the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided
toelope and lived in a cave in JiangjinCounty in Southern ChongQing
Municipality.
In the beginning, life was harsh as hey had nothing, no
electricity or even food.They had to
eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and Liu made akerosene lamp that they used to light up
their lives.
Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him,
'Are you regretful? Liu always replied, 'As long as we are industrious, life
will improve.'
In the second yearof
living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, tohand-carve the steps so that his wife could
get down the mountaineasily.
Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers
wereexploring the forest and were
surprised to find the elderly couple and theover 6,000 hand-carved steps.Liu
MingSheng,one of their seven children
said, 'My parents loved each other so much, theyhave lived in seclusion for over 50 years and
never been apart a single day.He hand
carved more than 6,000 steps over the years for my mother'sconvenience, although she doesn't go down the
mountain thatmuch.'
The couple hadlived
in peace for over 50 years until last week. Liu, now 72 years, returnedfrom his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu
sat and prayed with her husband ashe
passed away in her arms.. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one was
ableto release the grip he had on his
wife's hand even after he had passed away.
'You promised me you'll take care of me, you'll always be
with me until the day I died, now you left before me, how am I going to live
without you?'
Xu spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching
her husband's black coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks. In 2006, their
story became one of the top 10 love stories from China , collected by the Chinese
Women Weekly. The local government has decided topreserve the love ladder and the place they
lived as a museum, so this lovestory can
live forever.The human body is a machine that is full of wonder. This
collection of
human body facts will leave you wondering why we were
designed the way we are.
Good evening, everybody!”
said the teacher, Donna. “Where is everybody?” That was sort of a daily joke by
Donna. Usually the class started with only two or three students present, and
then filled up as the minutes went by. It was summertime. Summer school was
only eight weeks long. Class attendance was always smaller than during fall and
spring semesters
“I don’t know, teacher.
Maybe they late or no come,” said one student. “Maybe watching TV football
tonight”
“Is there a soccer game
tonight? It seems like there’s a soccer game every night. Oh, well. Let’s get
started, okay? We’re on page 36 in the workbook. Tonight we’re studying
participles as adjectives. Students are always confused when they learn about
the present and past participles, so we will practice this a lot. Tonight,
we’re just going to practice the present participle
“The present participle
tells us what emotion or feeling the subject is causing. For example, ‘Grammar
is boring’ means that the subject—grammar—causes an emotion of boredom. If we
say, ‘The movie is interesting,’ we are saying that the movie causes a feeling
of interest. If we say, ‘The roller coaster is exciting,’ we are saying that
the roller coaster causes a feeling of excitement. Any questions so far? Am I
confusing you ?Is everyone confused”
The classroom was quiet.
Donna looked at blank faces. They were confused. She knew this would take a
while. But eventually, the faster students would grasp it, and then they would
help the slower students. By the end of the evening, most of the class would
feel comfortable using the present participle
Donna erased the board and
put some new examples on it. She loved guiding her students through difficult
topics like this one. She always felt a little bit thrilled when the look of
understanding came to their faces
One day
there was a traveler in the woods in California,
in the dry season, when the Trades were blowing strong. He had ridden a long
way, and he was tired and hungry, and dismounted from his horse to smoke a
pipe. But when he felt in his pocket he found but two matches. He struck the
first, and it would not light. "Here is a pretty state of things!"
said the traveler. "Dying for a smoke; only one match left; and that
certain to miss fire! Was there ever a creature so unfortunate? And yet,"
thought the traveler, "suppose I light this match, and smoke my pipe, and
shake out the bottle here in the grass - the grass might catch on fire, for it
is dry like tinder; and while I snatch out the flames in front, they might
evade and run behind me, and seize upon yon bush of poison oak; before I could
reach it, that would have blazed up; over the bush I see a pine tree hung with
moss; that too would fly in fire upon the instant to its topmost bough; and the
flame of that long torch - how would the trade wind take and brandish that
through the inflammable forest! I hear this dell roar in a moment with the
joint voice of wind and fire, I see myself gallop for my soul, and the flying
conflagration chase and outflank me through the hills; I see this pleasant
forest burn for days, and the cattle roasted, and the springs dried up, and the
farmer ruined, and his children cast upon the world. What a world hangs upon
this moment!"
With that
he struck the match, and it missed fire.
"Thank God!" said the traveler, and put his pipe in
his pocket.
بعد از مدتها می خوام یه داستان کوتاه از جک لندن بیارم....
بخونید و لذت ببرید....
A Wicked Woman by Jack London
It was because she had
broken with Billy that Loretta had come visiting to Santa Clara. Billy could not understand. His
sister had reported that he had walked the floor and cried all night. Loretta
had not slept all night either, while she had wept most of the night. Daisy
knew this, because it was in her arms that the weeping had been done. And
Daisy's husband, Captain Kitt, knew, too. The tears of Loretta, and the comforting
by Daisy, had lost him some sleep.
