A very touching story....

A few weeks ago, I was rushing around trying to do some Valentine's Day
shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the
weather right then.

It was dark, cold, and wet in the parking lot as I was loading my car
up. I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So
mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall entrance. As
I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet
sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12
years old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing
a ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill.
Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand.
Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was
wrong.

He told me his sad story. He said that he came from a large family.
He had three brothers and four sisters. His father had died when he
was nine years old. His Mother was poorly educated and worked two full
time jobs. She made very little to support her large family.
Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save two hundred dollars to
buy her children some Valentine's Day presents (since she didn't manage
to get them anything on Christmas).

The young boy had been dropped off, by his mother, on the way to her
second job. He was to use the money to buy presents for all his
siblings and save just enough to take the bus home. He had not even
entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed one of the hundred dollar
bills and disappeared into the night.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.

The boy said, "I did."

"And nobody came to help you?" I queried.

The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.

"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry
for help.

So I grabbed his other hundred and made a run to my car.

This post has been edited by ac_N1: Feb 5 2009, 11:16 PM

Am I suppose to sob or what?

lolz... unexpected ending...

haha.... touching it is, touching my anger

Dunno whether to laugh or to be angry?

Probably that's wat TS wants us to feel?

This post has been edited by ReaperX: Feb 5 2009, 11:24 PM

dude, i think u nid a physciatrist

i find this story is pretty "interesting" in it's own way. So i share it with u guys

Touching?

Excuse me...i tot u say u took the lil' boy's other hundred and made a run to your car.

lol? xD
i don't quite get the ending =o

its in jokes heaven. don be so serious~

I guess it's not supposed to be posted in JH after all

luckily i just read the ending..so no need to waste time to read the whole things....hahhaha

(^____^)

pro o.o

if no1 could hear u screaming...ill be there to rape u if ur a girl

So I grabbed his other hundred and made a run to my car.

....looks like pedobear in action

lol

wut pedobear newfag?

uhh..

ya lo maybe?

wtf?? hahahaha..damn funny..nice one dude..

kawan.. what comes around goes around..
lol

err...
duno how 2 say..
should i cry or wat??

maybe you should replace your car with an ice cream truck or candy van

Swt ending. Is it suppose to be funny? Ya, its quite funny~

For those who don't get the ending:
Its mean that the little boy still holding the other 100 in his hand. Since the voice that he's shouted for help was so low. So, the guy decided to grab the other 100 away from the poor boy.

OMG, that people who talked o the boy very cruel.....
so unexpected...... DORGH !!

....should write kick the kids and take rm100 then rush to the car

This post has been edited by aronliew: Feb 7 2009, 10:16 PM

more like a very f*cking story

what the hell??

what the hell....r u human o wat?

LOL!!!!!! Story writer good job!!!

This post has been edited by AlexLee277: Feb 10 2009, 05:04 PM