I found this little bit of news quite funny.  Just proves the point that criminals are not very smart.

If only all criminals were this helpful. A 24-year-old man called police to tell them he was trying to break into a church, but he wasn't having much luck.

Police said the would-be thief's call prompted them to show up at St. Paul's Lutheran Church, where they found him waiting. The man told them he had hoped to get married in the church and was trying to use a metal shovel to break through the doors. He told them, if anything, he figured they could help.

Officers search the man and found marijuana. He then invited them to his home, where he told them they would find more drugs.

They did: He showed them his stash of marijuana and stolen prescription drugs.

The man was arrested on charges of criminal damage to property, possession of drugs and paraphernalia, police said. He has not yet been charged.

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If I could have just one wish
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the warmth of your breath on my neck,
the softness of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

Why?

 

 

Why do I like him so?

 

Why do I care so much?

 

Why is he so unlike all the others?

 

Why do I find him on my mind more than I care to admit?

 

Why do I get butterflies when I know I will be seeing him or talking to him soon?

 

Why do I feel empty when he is not near?

 

Why do I feel sad when I am not able to talk to him?

 

Why do I feel I can tell him anything and not feel as if he is judging me?

 

Why do I hurry home to talk to him, even if it is just a quick hello?

Why do I believe his complimentary words, but if they were uttered by someone else, I wouldn't?

 

Why do I feel he will always give an honest answer to all my questions?

 

Why do I feel at times I can act silly with him and not feel immature?

 

Why do I feel I can be myself around him?

 

Why do I feel I don’t have to do anything to impress him?

 

Why do I always feel completely comfortable with him?

 

Why do I kiss him for hours and feel that just isn't enough?

 

Why do I feel I don’t have to argue with him about anything?

 

Why do I feel I never have to do anything to have his attention?

 

Why do I feel I can spend hours with him and never tire of his presence?

 

 

 

I am the type of person who enjoys being alone.  Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of being with someone.  I don’t like being lonely, but I like my space.  I don’t like to be hovered over, pawed on, grappled, or watched.  I don’t like the feeling of having a shadow 24/7.  I don’t like a lot of affection, unless I initiate.

 

So, why are things different now?  I find that with this one certain person, I just can’t get enough.  I want to spend all my time with him, holding him, hugging him, kissing him, watching TV with him, talking with him, being silly with him, holding hands with him.  We can just sit there in silence and not feel uncomfortable, or we could have a conversation about something that probably has absolutely no importance.  I want to know how he is feeling at all times, and I want his opinions.  Yes, I find his opinions are important to me, if for no other reason than just to hear how he feels about things.  I like the fact that we never argue, even though we may not agree on everything.  I like his honesty.  I may not agree with him on everything, but I value his honesty, above all else.  I am generally a very trusting person (which has caused a lot of hurt before), but I have never trusted as I do now.  I like the way he looks at me.  He doesn't look down on me or look at me like he wants to rip my clothes off and savage me.  When he takes my face in his hands and looks at me...the only word that comes to mind is gentle     I     just     melt

 

If nothing more ever becomes of this, and we part ways tomorrow, I will be sad, yes, but I will also be taking with me a sense of serenity, happiness, gratitude and joy, knowing I was capable of feeling like this, whatever this may be, just once in my life...

   
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,

and 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 away, I'm all alone.

The house is dark, my parents aren't 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 it's 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 too late.

His face has been twisted into an unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain, again and again.

"Oh please, God, have mercy!  Oh 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.




This poem touched my heart, and I felt the need to share.  Like the title says, no child should suffer like this.

The Price of Children

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If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps were played, this brings out a new meaning of it.

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