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Hi, my name is Chad Briody. I am 7 years old, and I have a large tumor on my brain and severe lung cancer. The doctors say I will die soon if this isn't fixed, and my family can't pay the bills. "The Make A Wish Foundation" has agreed to donate 7 cents for every time this message is reposted. For those of you who repost, I thank you so much. But for those who don't repost it, I will still pray for you. Please, if you are a kind person, have a heart. Please, please, PLEASE REPOST THIS MESSAGE!


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As a North Bay trucker stops for a red light on Hwy.  11, a blonde catches up.  She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. 

The trucker lowers the window, and she says, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"

The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.  When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again.  She jumps out of
her car runs up and knocks on the door.  Again, the trucker lowers the window.  As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"

Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.  At the third red light, the same thing happens again.  All out
of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck door.  The trucker lowers the window.  Again she says, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"


When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light.  When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde.  He knocks on her window, and as she lowers it, he says, "Hi, my name is Kevin, it's winter in CANADA, and I'm driving the SALT TRUCK.

>>> 5 THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW YOUR CELL PHONE COULD DO
>>>
>>> There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies.
>>> Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for
>>> survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:
>>>
>>> FIRST
>>> Emergency
>>>
>>> The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find yourself
>>> out of the coverage area of your mobile; network and there is an
>>> emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to
>>> establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly this number
>>> 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.
>>>
>>> SECOND
>>> Have you locked your keys in the car?
>>>
>>> Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy someday.
>>> Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys in the car and
>>> the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their cell phone
>>> from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car
>>> door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding
>>> it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves
>>> someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object.
>>> You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who
>>> has the other "remote" for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the
>>> trunk).
>>> Editor's Note: It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked our car
>>> over a cell phone!"
>>>
>>> THIRD
>>> Hidden Battery Power
>>>
>>> Imagine your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the keys
>>> *3370# Your cell will restart with this reserve and the instrument will
>>> show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you
>>> charge your cell next time.
>>>
>>> FOURTH
>>> How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?
>>>
>>> To check your Mobile phone's serial number, key in the following digits
>>> on your phone: * # 0 6 # A 15 digit code will appear on the screen. This
>>> number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere
>>> safe. When your phone get stolen, you can phone your service provider
>>> and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so
>>> even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally
>>> useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know
>>> that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If everybody does this,
>>> there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.
>>> And Finally....
>>>
>>> FIFTH
>>> Free Directory Service for Cells
>>>
>>> Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for 411
>>> information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not carry a
>>> telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this situation even more
>>> of a problem. When you need to use the 411 information option, simply
>>> dial: (800) FREE 411, or (800) 373-3411 without incurring any charge at
>>> all. Program this into your cell phone now.

>
> What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch
> line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have
> made the same choice?
>
> At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled
> children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that
> would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
> school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not
> interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done
> with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other
> children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where
> is the natural order of things in my son?"
>
> The audience was stilled by the query.
>
> The father continued. "I believe  that when a child like Shay,
> physically and
>
>   mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to
> realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way
> other people treat that child."
>
> Then he told the following story:
>
> Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
> were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me
> play?"  Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want
> someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that
> if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed
> sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in
> spite of his handicaps.
>
> Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
> expecting much) if
>   Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said,
> "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
> guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the
> ninth inning."
>
> Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put
> on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and
> warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being
> accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a
> few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth
> inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even
> though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in
> the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father
> waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning,
> Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded,
> the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
> next at bat.
>
> At this
>   juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win
> the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a
> hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold
> the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
>
> However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing
> that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in
> Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay
> could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung
> clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to
> toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung
> at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
>
> The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder
> and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay
> would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
>
> Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over
>   the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone
> from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first!
> Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he
> made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and
> startled.
>
> Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath,
> Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it
> to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right
> fielder had the ball .. the smallest guy on their team who now had
> his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown
> the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the
> pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high
> and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base
> deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward
> home.
>
> All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
>
> Shay reached
>   third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by
> turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to
> third! Shay, run to third!"
>
> As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators,
> were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to
> home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the
> grand slam and won the game for his team.
>
> "That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
> face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
> humanity into this world".
>
> Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having
> never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and
> coming
>   home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the
> day!
>
> AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of
> jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes
> to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude,
> vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public
> discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and
> workplaces.
>
> If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that
> you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who
> aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well,
> the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a
>   difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day
> to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly
> trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do
> we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up
> those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the
> process?
>
> A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's
> least fortunate amongst them

> This is so interesting and scary!
> Worth reading to the end....
>
> Shannon could hear the footsteps behind her as she walked toward
> home.
> The
> thought
> of being followed made her heart beat faster.  "You're being silly,"
> she
> told herself, "no one
> is following you."  To be safe, she began to walk faster, but the
> footsteps
> kept up with her
> pace.  She was afraid to look back and she was glad she was almost
> home.
> Shannon said a quick prayer,
> "God please get me home safe."  She saw the porch light burning and
> she
> leaned against the
> door for a moment, relieved to be in the safety ofher home.  She
> glanced
> out
> the window to
> see if anyone was there.  The sidewalk was empty. After tossing her
> books
> on
> the sofa, she
> decided to grab a snack and get online.  She logged on under her
> screen
> name
> ByAngel213.
> She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on.
>
> She sent him an instant message:
> By Angel213:     "Hi.  I'm glad you are on!  I thought someone was
> following
> me home today.
> It was really weird!"
> GoTo123:    "LOL  You watch too much TV.  Why would someone be
> following
> you?  Don't
> you live in a safe neighborhood?"
> ByAngel213:   "Of course I do.  LOL  I guess it was my imagination
> cuz' I
>
> didn't see anybody
> when I looked out."
> GoTo123:   "Unless you gave your name out online.  You haven't done
> that
> have you?"
> Angel213:        "Of course not.  I'm not stupid you know."
> GoTo123:        "Did you have a softball game after school today?"
> Angel213:        "Yes and we won!"
> GoTo123:        "That's great!  Who did you play?"
> ByAngel213:        "We played the Hornets.  LOL.  Their uniforms are
> so
> gross!  They look
> like bees.  LOL"
> GoTo123:     "What is your team called?"
> ByAngel213:   "We are the Canton Cats.  We have tiger paws on our
> uniforms.
> They are really
> cool."
> GoTo123:        "Did you pitch?"
> Angel213:      No I play second base.  I got to go.  My homework has
> to
> be
> done before
> my parents get home.  I don't want them mad at me. Bye!"
> GoTo123:        "Catch you later.  Bye"
> Meanwhile . . GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for
> her
>
> profile.  When
> it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out.
> He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so
> far.
> Her name:  Shannon        Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985        Age: 13
> State where she lived: North Carolina        Hobbies:
> Softball,Chorus,
> Skating and
> going to the Mall.
> Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton because she had
> just
> told him.  He knew
> she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her
> parents
> came
> home from work.
> He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school
> team,
> and
> the team was
> named the Canton Cats.  Her favorite number 7 was printed on her
> jersey.
> He knew she was in the eight grade at the Canton Junior High School.
> She had told him all this in the conversations they had online.  He
> had
> enough information to
> find her now.
>
>  Shannon didn't tell her parents about the incident on the way home
> from
> the
> ball park that day.
> She didn't want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home
> from
> the
> softball games.  Parents were always overreacting and hers were the
> worst.
> It made her wish she was not an
> only child.  Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents
> wouldn't
> be
> so overprotective.
> By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her.
> Her
> game was in full
> swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her.  It was then
> that
> the
> memory came back.
> She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching
> her
> closely.  He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he
> smiled
> when she looked at him.  He didn't look scary
> and she quickly dismissed the fear she had felt.  After the game, he
> sat
> on
> a bleacher while she
> talked to the coach.  She noticed his smile once again as she walked
> past
>
> him.  He nodded and
> she smiled back.  He noticed her name on the back of her shirt.  He
> knew
> he
> had found her.
> Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few
> blocks
> to
> Shannon's home, and
> once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get
> his
> car.
> Now he had to
> wait.  He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to
> Shannon's house.  He drove to
> a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.
> Shannon
> was in her room later
> that evening when she heard voices in the living room.   "Shannon,
> come
> here," her father called.
> He sounded upset and she couldn't imagine why.  She went into the
> room to
>
> see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa.    "Sit down," her
> father
> began, "this man has just told us a most
> interesting story about you."   Shannon sat back.  How could he tell
> her
> parents anything?  She
> had never seen him before today!   "Do you know who I am, Shannon?"
> the
> man
> asked.
> "No," Shannon answered.  "I am a police officer and youronline
> friend,
> GoTo123."  Shannon
> was stunned.  "That's impossible!  GoTo is a kid my age!  He's 14 and
> he
> lives in Michigan!"
>
> The man smiled.  "I know I told you all that, but it wasn't true.
> You see, Shannon, there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I
> was
> one
> of them.  But
> while others do it to find kids and hurt them, I belong to a group of
> parents who do it to protect
> kids from predators.
>
> I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to
> people
> online.  You told me
> enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you.  Your name
> the
> school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you
> played.
> The number and name on your jersey
> just made finding you a breeze." Shannon was stunned.  "You mean you
> don't
> live in Michigan?"
>  He laughed.  "No, I live in Raleigh.  It made you feel safe to think
> I
> was
> so far away, didn't it?"
>
> She nodded.   "I had a friend whose daughter was like you.
> Only she wasn't as lucky.  The guy found her and murdered her while
> she
> was
> home alone.
> Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do
> it
> all
> the time online.  The
> wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and
> there
> online.  Before you
> know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even
> realizing you have done it.
> I hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again.  Tell
> others
> about this so they
> will be safe too?"
>
> "It's a promise!"
>