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By the Grace of GOD, my name wil remain David.

I pray that they shall all be successful, and at the end, all the glory, honour and adoration shall be onto the name of GOD in jesus name amen!!!

A TOUCHING STORY
Dear Patrick,
I was then an only child who had
everything I could ever want. But
even a pretty, spoiled and rich
kid could get lonely once in a
while so when Mom told me that
she was pregnant, I was ecstatic.
I imagined how wonderful you
would be and how we'd always
be together and how much you
would look like me. So, when you
were born, I looked at your tiny
hands and feet and marveled at
how beautiful you were.
We took you home and I showed
you proudly to my friends. They
would touch you and sometimes
pinch you, but you never reacted.
When you were five months old,
some things began to bother
Mom. You seemed so unmoving
and numb, and your cry sounded
odd --- almost like a kitten's. So
we brought you to many doctors.
The thirteenth doctor who
looked at you quietly said you
have the "cry du
chat" (pronounced Kree-do-sha)
syndrome, "cry of the cat" in
French.
When I asked what that meant,
he looked at me with pity and
softly said, "Your brother will
never walk nor talk." The doctor
told us that it is a condition that
afflicts one in 50,000 babies,
rendering victims severely
retarded. Mom was shocked and
I was furious. I thought it was
unfair.
When we went home, Mom took
you in her arms and cried. I
looked at you and realized that
word will get around that you're
not normal. So to hold on to my
popularity, I did the
unthinkable ... I disowned you.
Mom and Dad didn't know but I
steeled myself not to love you as
you grew.
Mom and Dad showered you love
and attention and that made me
bitter. And as the years passed,
that bitterness turned to anger,
and then hate.
Mom never gave up on you. She
knew she had to do it for your
sake.
Everytime she put your toys
down, you'd roll instead of crawl.
I watched her heart break every
time she took away your toys
and strapped your tummy with
foam so you couldn't roll.
You struggle and you're cry in
that pitiful way, the cry of the
kitten. But she still didn't give up.
And then one day, you defied
what all your doctors said -- you
crawled.
When mom saw this, she knew
you would eventually walk. So
when you were still crawling at
age four, she'd put you on the
grass with only your diapers on
knowing that you hate the feel of
the grass on your skin.
Then she'd leave you there. I
would sometimes watch from
the windows and smile at your
discomfort. You would crawl to
the sidewalk and Mom would put
you back.
Again and again, Mom repeated
this on the lawn. Until one day,
Mom saw you pull yourself up
and toddle off the grass as fast
as your little legs could carry you.
Laughing and crying, she
shouted for Dad and I to come.
Dad hugged you crying openly.
I watched from my bedroom
window this heartbreaking
scene.
Over the years, Mom taught you
to speak, read and write. From
then on, I would sometime see
you walk outside, smell the
flowers, marvel at the birds, or
just smile at no one. I began to
see the beauty of the world
through your eyes. It was then
that I realized that you were my
brother and no matter how
much I tried to hate you, I
couldn't, because I had grown to
love you.
During the next few days, we
again became acquainted with
each other. I would buy you toys
and give you all the love that a
sister could ever give to her
brother. And you would reward
me by smiling and hugging me.
But I guess, you were never really
meant for us. On your tenth
birthday, you felt severe
headaches. The doctor's
diagnosis --leukemia.
Mom gasped and Dad held her,
while I fought hard to keep my
tears from falling.
At that moment, I loved you all
the more. I couldn't even bear to
leave your side. Then the doctors
told us that your only hope is to
have a bone marrow transplant.
You became the subject of a
nationwide donor search. When
at last we found the right match,
you were too sick, and the
doctor reluctantly ruled out the
operations.
Since then, you underwent
chemotherapy and radiation.
Even at the end, you continued to
pursue life.
Just a month before you died,
you made me draw up a list of
things you wanted to do when
you got out of the hospital. Two
days after the list was completed,
you asked the doctors to send
you home.
There, we ate ice cream and
cake, run across the grass, flew
kites, went fishing, took pictures
of one another and let the
balloons fly.
I remember the last conversation
that we had. You said that if you
die, and if I need of help, I could
send you a note to heaven by
tying it on the string of any
balloon and letting it fly. When
you said this, I started crying.
Then you hugged me. Then
again, for the last time, you got
sick.
That last night, you asked for
water, a back rub, a cuddle.
Finally, you went into seizure
with tears streaming down your
face. Later, at the hospital, you
struggled to talk but the words
wouldn't come.
I know what you wanted to say.
"Hear you," I whispered. And for
the last time, I said, "I'll always
love and I will never forget you.
Don't be afraid. You'll soon be
with God in heaven." Then, with
my tears flowing freely, I
watched the bravest boy I had
ever known finally stop
breathing.
Dad, Mom and I cried until I felt
as if there were no more tears
left. Patrick was finally gone,
leaving us behind.
From then on, you were my
source of inspiration. You
showed me how to love life and
live to the fullest. With your
simplicity and honesty, you
showed me a world full of love
and caring.
And you made me realize that the
most important thing in this life
is to continue loving without
asking why or how and without
setting any limit.
Thank you, my little brother, for
all these.

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How do u. PlaCe bot sTruGles side by Each oda. Boko haram;a suicidaL strugle 4 Religous intrEsT wit heavnly Virgins as target nd mitants a̶̲̥̅̊ resurce control strugLe wit fare share as target.wen jihad began did dey 4get iron ore,goldn,uranium etc daT r xtant resources in d norTh now its armnesty nd dey wnt a̶̲̥̅̊ piece of anoda mans sweat dey r not one, d puorpos is diffrent.

If U Were In The Same Room With The Person Above U,what Will U Do?

The two. Otutupoyoyo's at the top are (ben and daniluv) if they we're in the same room with me, al flog the living hell out of them. happy new month!!

Our Yansh:

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Check out this beat peeps!! I kinda found it interesting although the first verse is in O.G dialect but it's talking about how most of the real millitants are left to suffer after the accepted amnesty from the government and the crisis the niger delta faced specifically the (O.G entities). simply follow this link to download it. Please al urge the government to help the niger delta youth, because its our oil that is being used to keep the nation standing and in the process of taking our oil, most of our source of income are destroyed e.g or rivers, farms, e.t.c. Please we need help. **sad**

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Our Yansh:

www.vanguardngr.com/2013/03/ex-militants-blow-up-crude-oil-pipeline-in-delta/?utm_source=&utm_medium=twitter

Check out this beat peeps!! I kinda found it interesting although the first verse is in O.G dialect but it's talking about how most of the real millitants are left to suffer after the accepted amnesty from the government and the crisis the niger delta faced specifically the (O.G entities). simply follow this link to download it. Please al urge the government to help the niger delta youth, because its our oil that is being used to keep the nation standing and in the process of taking our oil, most of our source of income are destroyed e.g or rivers, farms, e.t.c. Please we need help. **sad**

http://www.herosh.com/download/11109587/tou.wou.mp3.html

Thank you soooo much man!! I appreciate

Good day peeps! Pls am an artist and I intend to advertise most of my music online but I don't know any of the website to upload my musics for free. Pls kindly send me any website if you know any. Thanks and GOD bless you

Please we need the alogarithm of this codes! So we can get the tips of how you solved it

ebukav: One startuday early moring I was washing my uncle car wen one of dem by name anty oge told me to help her was her own, I say ok as a normal gud boy, she gave me her car key, dat was hw our frdship starting or would I say sexship,

I was de cars fast, went to her flat gave her, her car keys I was abt to go wen she told me to see her in de evening and also tanked me 4 washing her car,

I went to her house around 2 because I was a die hard manchester united fan, and we had match by 2.30 so my plan was to go 4rm deri to watch match since we didn't have dstv.

I got dere she offered me some food which I eat joyfully and dat I told her I want to go she her why I told her I wanted to go and watcj my club play she asked me which club I told her I was a man u fan, she too told me she likes watch ball, she dosent fan any club I told her to come and join my club. We chated 4 abt 20 mins, de I got up to go she me dat I would watch de match in her house with her if I want, I said ok nt kwning wat watching dat match in her with cost me, I was an unforgettable event.

oya continue the story naa abi u don forget wetin H̶̲̥̅̊​A̶̲̥̅̊P̶̲̥̅̊P̶̲̥̅̊ε̲̣̣̣̥n̶̲̥̅̊?

olumaxi: D rich wil die,d poor wil die..celebrities wil,so also beggars..RIP angel.

after a game of chess, both the king and the foot soldiers go back into the same box..........RIP mrs. I pray your soul find itself in the bosom of the lord.

GraceBestowed: I had noticed a very small 'insignificant' boil on my inner thigh, but didn't pay it any mind until a few days later when it started to spread at an alarming rate; within 2 days, it had grown to the size of about two £2 coins. This seemed very unusual, especially so, because I'd started to feel unwell, and funny!

A few days after I'd notice the spread, I had a very bad fever, that lasted for a few days. I went to a G.P, who'd prescribed some Ibuprofen, and antibiotics which I took, without any improvements; the (now abscess) had spread, covering a third of my upper thigh, prompting me to go to another G.P who'd prescribed even stronger antibiotics - that was on a Monday, the 16th of January 2012, I went to sleep hoping to feel better in the morning, but little did I know that my life was about to be changed!

I woke up at 3am on Tuesday morning, and felt faint, my abdomen hurt every time I tried to breathe, my breaths were few and far between, and my chest hurt; I knew something was wrong so I called NHS Direct who'd eventually sent an ambulance to me (after much persuasion; I'd called my pastor who'd prayed for me before the ambulance came, and I believed that no matter what, everything would be fine.

I got to the hospital in agonising pain, and all through the day, they ran numerous tests on me, after which they decided to admit me; they all thought I was diabetic, because my blood pressure was so low, and my general wellbeing was deteriorating! The surgeons had visited me, and said that they were going to drain the pus out of the abscess to alleviate any discomfort or pain.

Early on that Wednesday morning, I was taken into the theatre with the intention of draining pus out of what seemed like an abscess, what the surgeons saw was that I had contacted a rare infection, necrotising fasciitis, which had destroyed skin and tissue on my thigh, and was fast spreading. Things had become very serious, very quickly, and they started racing against the clock to remove dead tissue, and curb the further spread of the infection; I was in the theatre for five hours, and by the end of those five hours, they had taken away dead skin, tissue, and muscles from two-thirds of my upper thigh, leaving a very large wound. I was informed that my body had gone into sepsis, kidneys were failing, and my other organs were shutting down.

During the course of what I went through, I was admitted into two different hospitals, totalling five and a half weeks; was infused with ten bags of antibiotic IVs a day; was given seven units of blood; was in and out of the theatre eight times; had to undergo physiotherapy to walk, and even get out of bed; was in so much pain that other people had to do the most basic things for me.

Through it all, I held firm on God's words, and His promises for my life [.. for I shall not die, but live to declare the works of the Lord ..], He showed Himself strong! I vividly remember the times when I had stopped breathing, I felt a tap, and a voice saying 'breathe', there was no one else around me when I opened my eyes. The fight the enemy put up was no match for the defence my God put up over my life, and I am a walking, talking testimony!

My faith in God is unshakable!

Remember to give Him thanks, in everything!

All His Love!

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thank you JESUS

Goooooooaaaaal for nigeria!!! 0-1 mumu nairaland!!! Since wey dey type goal, una no fit post am!!

Goooooooaaaaal for nigeria!!! 0-1

Goooooooaaaaal for nigeria!!!

1. Did you check the compactibility of that software? Because most of the softwares you install on ur p.C̶̲̥̅̊ should be compactible with the O.S. For it to function properly. Else it may make ur p.C̶̲̥̅̊ malfunction.

2. Is the frequency of ur processor compactible with the operating system? If it is not then expect ur o.s to crash from time to time.

3. Is the working spacee on ur RAM big enough or what is ur RAM size? If ur ram size is not big enough, most of the application ur working with especially games may be slow or it may start hanging. But I don't think that should make ur system restart.

Last question: is that a desktop or a laptop?

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Idi Amin: Tupac wasnt greater than Biggie when it comes to raps. Mehn Biggie flows hoo haa

go and listen to 2pac-changes before you even think of spewing a trash that is as awkward as this!!!

mutaalim:

Count your yourself among the luckiest person on earth for the opportunity Allah has already bestowed on me (as long as you will become a muslima)you will see the benefit, reward ................

Regards

@foliks, do you know what that post up there mean, that post simply means that soon ur going to be forced to be a muslim.

You already have a solution. Don't let him dump you first. yÓu can simply withdraw just like you U said. If he still love and want to be with you, he is going to come back for yÒu. Else the more yÒu become dominative over him, it may generate hatred from him............I don't see women as a wise entity- but I think from ur post, urv made the difference.....(Remain wise)