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STORIES
ABOUT EVERYDAY HEROES
BY
BADDTEDDY |
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Everyone
expected him to stop at any moment, but he kept going. Closer and closer
he got to the dragon's cave. A few of the kinder souls began telling him
it was all right to turn back now, that he had proven his bravery, but the
little bear just kept moving towards the dragon's lair. |
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It
was time for the Ribbon Lady to get up. She didn't want to. She just wanted
to lay in bed and hide from the pain. But reality arrived with the morning
sunshine and her first thoughts, as always, were for her daughter, who had
disappeared forty years ago today. |
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That
crazy old lady! I can't believe she is doing this to herself. I can't believe
she is doing this to me. I should have had her committed. But no, I had
to play the role of a good son and simply try to talk her out of it. Mother!
Mother !!!! Mother what are you doing? |
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It
was time to end it. It was time to stop the laughter and the secret knowing
smiles. Today was the last straw. It was not just the usual office laughter,
not just smug office humor or questions like, "Hey, Mr. Amateur Detective,
did you solve the world's greatest mystery yet?" No, today they had
gone too far. |
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The
chair, it was her constant companion. A constant reminder that she would
never walk again. How she dreaded having to sit within the steely arms of
this prison-on-wheels forever. It would be a lifetime of being different,
feeling different, an outsider never being able to participate, a lifetime
alone. |
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"Farewell
to Freedom", That's what the hackers of the new age posted on my computer
just before the Internet police zapped them out of existence. All those
lives lost and for what? Will I be next? |
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Their
names are Henry and Sarah. They have lived long lives. They have loved for
a lifetime, and yet have not spoken in many years. Today may indeed be their
last chance. Sarah is dying and, with her, so is Henry's heart. |
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Suddenly
I heard myself scream, "Dad, stop the car!" I think I must have
scared him, because we left 50 feet of skid marks, most of them on the road.
My parents were staring at me anxiously with a look of concern in their
eyes wondering if the "geekster" had finally flipped out. |
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"Lucky?
Here Lucky. Where are you, Lucky? Come on boy. Come here, Lucky." People
stopped to look at the little boy whose otherwise handsome face was covered
with tears, a few offering help and suggestions. One man had seen Lucky
run by chasing a squirrel, and another had seen Lucky lapping up water from
a puddle, but Lucky was still missing and had been for hours. |
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TEAR" |
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One
tear. It was the only tear she had ever seen the quiet boy cry. His
name was Wesley. He seemed a nice enough boy, but yet a very
quiet one. That one tear would haunt Misty for the rest of her
life. |
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The
strange man is here again. His hands flow almost magically. It's as though
he is in another world. Eyes following the teacher's every move, hands moving
with a sense of confidence. He comes here every day. He never says a word,
but his eyes never stop watching and his hands never stop moving. |
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The
most amazing man I ever met in my life could not speak a word and yet the
magic of his message reached into my heart in a way that no one else ever
could. Georgie Devagar touched the people in a way that no one else could
ever hope too, and his unspoken words changed our lives forever. |
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This
hair raising story will leave you in stiches |
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Long
ago, before she began to think of herself as 'the lady with the heart of
stone', people had called her Rose, or Rosie for short. She never understood
that joke. Her name was Rose, but her dad would say, "Her name is Rose,
but we call her Rosie for short." All the adults would laugh, but she
just didn't get it. |
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The
first time I heard this story I was 7 years old. To this day, I still believe
it is the funniest joke I have ever heard. Only mention a hummingbird in
public when my family or friends are around and you will get all kinds of
strange reactions. Some people will begin leaving for the restrooms, others
will beg the teller to please shut up, and the rest of us, we just start
laughing. |
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There's
nothing funnier than what happens when Stevie Weevie meets the big bad barracuda
in this fun real life adventure. And remember, underwater they can't hear
you scream! |
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This
story is dedicated to charity workers around the world. Thank you for all
you and for understanding us when sometimes we don't even understand ourselves. |
