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Hij is er weer, www.eennieuwedag.tk....

Normaal haat ik doorstuur mailtjes, en ik zeg altijd: "Ik stuur ze nooit door". Deze is alleen wel mooi ....
Maar toch, een plaatsje op helemaalgoed kan ie krijgen, ik stuur em echt niet door :p...eigenwijze ik

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw
a kid from my class was walking home from school. His
name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his
books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a
nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football
game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I
shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward
him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his
arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses
went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible
sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and
as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw
a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said,
"Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked
at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where
he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him
why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private
school before now.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid
before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some
of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I
asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my
friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my
friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the
huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said,
"Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles
with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and
handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best
friends. When we were seniors, we began to think
about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I
was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be
friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business
on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the
time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for
graduation.

I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He
was one of those guys that really found himself during high
school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was
nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me
with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and
began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped
you make it through those tough years. Your parents,
your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly
your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a
friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I
am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill
himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had
cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do
it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from
doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same
grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With
one small gesture you can change a person's life. For
better or for worse.

God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another
in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.

As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are
angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
trouble remembering how to fly."


It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends
how much you care. Send this to everyone you
consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then
you'll know you have a circle of friends.

WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU'RE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.

Zie je dat einde verkloot et em :p...

Depressie...

Het had ook wel wat: iedereen in lichte/redelijke/grote paniek zien zitten met stencils, kaarten, boeken en aantekeningen.
Het is weer PW-week, en ik merk het; het gaat voor geen ene reet.
Aardrijkskunde is het enige PW dat ik nog een beetje vond gaan. Een beetje want vorig jaar zou ik zo'n AardrijkskundePW een ramp hebben gevonden, maar je zit in VWO-3 dus kan er wel wat van je verwacht worden he...*zucht*...
Morgen Engels en Economie, we zullen zien....

'Je bent een dief', zei God.
'Ik heb u altijd trouw gediend. Ik ben goed geweest voor mijn kudde', zei hij.
'Als priester ben je hopeloos mislukt. Je bent niet celibatair geweest. Ik heb hier notities van sexuele omgang met tenminste zeventien vrouwelijke gelovigen en twee keer met een man. Van die mannen was bovendien tenminste een man een heiden.'




'Ik deed het om u te dienen. Ik was uw plaatsvervanger en troostte deze mensen.'
'Niet allleen vrouwen, maar ook mannen?'
'Met die mannen was alleen maar dienstbaarheid. Ik vond er niks aan. Ik ben er ook mee gestopt. Het zijn jeugdzonden. Ik stuurde later de mannen door naar de nonnen in het klooster.'
'Totaal heb je honderdvierentwintig duizend zevenhonderdveertien dollar en vierenvijftig cent gestolen uit de collectezak.'
'Dat valt mij tegen. Ik dacht dat het meer was. Zo ziet u dat ik het niet uit hebzucht deed.'
'Een dief, een onanist en een sexmaniak.'
'Onaneren deed ik alleen als het echt nodig was.'
'Viespeuk,' zei God.
'Gaan we schelden? Ik werk me daar uit de naad voor jouw kerk en dan mag ik zeker geen pleziertjes hebben? Nou, ik dacht het wel zeg. Je bekijkt het maar even. Hoe is het hier trouwens in die hemel?'
'Stil.'
'Hoeze stil?'
'De mensen die hier zijn hebben hun rust gevonden.'
'Ik heb helemaal geen zin in rust. Swingt het hier dan niet?'
'Swingen? Gek, heiden, doe gewoon. Ik wil ook mijn rust.'
God zweeg en hij keek hem aan.
'Ik denk dat jij nog maar een keer terug moet,' zei God.
'Terug?'
'Ja, een herkansing.'
'Herkansing?'
'Ga je alles herhalen. Je mankeert niets aan je oren.'
God lachte.
'Ik stuur je terug als boekhouder. Voor straf.'
'Nee, niet als boekhouder. Dat is zo saai.'
'Helemaal niet. Je moet dan leren wat mijn is en wat dijn is.'
'Het is ook nooit genoeg. Ik offer een heel leven op en dan moet ik terug als boekhouder.'
'Wat wil je dan zelf zijn?'
Hij dacht na. Juist op dat moment wist hij het niet. Plotseling viel het hem in.
'Tollenaar. Hoofdtollenaar.'
'Je wilt mensen uitknijpen?'
'Yep.'
'Ok, succes, ik zie je over een precies vierenvijftig jaar als je aan een hartaanval doodgaat. De groeten,' zei God die zich omdraaide en wegliep.
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Ik blijf in matrix stijl....

Ik moet er eigenlijk binnenkort wel heen, en niet weer hem downloaden.... :$

ZMatrix, ik wordt er na een tijdje wel een beetje kriebel van...

En alweer een new designnn :D