USED VS LOVED

I received this is in an email today, and it's a good read. The story is sad, but the message is true

USED VS LOVED . . .
A must read!!
While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up
stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man
took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was
using a wrench.

At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple
fractures. When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he
asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and
speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times.
Devastated by his own actions......sitting in front of that car he
looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.

The next day that man committed suicide. . .
Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful,
lovely life..... Things are to be used and people are to be loved,
But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things
are loved.... During this year, let's be careful to keep this thought
in
mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be loved ... Be
yourself....This is the only day we HAVE. Have a nice day

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits they become character;
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

I'm glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder.
God bless you; I hope you are having a wonderful day!
If you don't pass this on to anybody, nothing bad will happen;
if you do, you will have ministered to someone.
The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace
of God will not PROTECT you...
Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL!!!

USED VS LOVED!!

Here is another interesting email I received today. The story is sad, but the message is TRUE!!! Hope you enjoy it!

USED VS LOVED . . .
A must read!!
While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up
stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man
took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was
using a wrench.
At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple
fractures. When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he
asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and
speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times.
Devastated by his own actions......sitting in front of that car he
looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.
The next day that man committed suicide. . .

Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful,
lovely life..... Things are to be used and people are to be loved,
But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things
are loved.... During this year, let's be careful to keep this thought
in
mind: Things are to be used, but People are to be loved ... Be
yourself....This is the only day we HAVE. Have a nice day

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits they become character;
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
I'm glad a friend forwarded this to me as a reminder.
God bless you; I hope you are having a wonderful day!
If you don't pass this on to anybody, nothing bad will happen;
if you do, you will have ministered to someone.
The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace
of God will not PROTECT you...
Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL!!!

Daddy It Hurts A Tear Jerking POEM!!

I received this in an email today. Though tI would share it.


This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape..

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
and don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... it hurts'
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter
and I wasn't going to send it either,
but now I realize that this is an important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse