Monthly Archives: July 2010

A Tragic Accident on the Highway of Life

by Trevor H

He was stuck on the highway of life in traffic
Listening to the busted radio’s static
His car just a beat up, rusty, old heap
The door locks were broken, the horn wouldn’t beep

No air conditioning, a hundred and three degrees
Not a cloud in the sky, he prayed for a breeze
The windows were cracked, but only rolled down half way
But it was still better than walking to work every day

The traffic was caused by heavy construction
The signs up ahead told him to use extra caution
Bright orange cones guided him through the maze of a mess
The broken gas gauge said empty, that meant he had even less

So he turned the wheel sharp and he swerved past the cones
He put the pedal down and hurried around the construction zones
Cutting back onto the highway, he shifted into second gear
As he laughed at the line of cars in his broken rear view mirror

As he focused his eyes from the mirror back to the pavement
He was surprised to see a dark blue mass where there should be cement
A bridge had slowly eroded and was finally washed away
He slammed on the brakes, the old car began to sway

But those brakes were old and dull, he plunged into the sea
His car splintered on the jagged rocks, and the waves devoured he
His lungs slowly filled with water, stopping his young heart
He should have listened to the cones that warned him from the start…

 

Originally posted here.

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And 8-year-old explains God

Someone sent this to me,  written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista , CA . He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to ‘explain God’. Thought it was quite cute so I put it up to share with you, hope it made your day like it did mine 🙂

EXPLANATION OF GOD:
‘One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn’t have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.’  (more after the break)

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