Sometimes people just need to shut their mouth b 4 they can't take it back. The last words that I told my grandmother was that I hated her...Then she died. Be thankful for what God has given you and tell people about it whenever you can

welll....this is late, but whatev. excuuuuuuuuuse me saturnmoth007, i have gone through that. i have; hate is bad. why can't people just live and let live?

and the whole true good comes from inside? i totally agree with that, but what good is that for unless you act on it? i'd rather be a person with good intentions acting on them rather than stuffing them up inside.
so saturnmoth007, don't be so effing quick to judge.

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Originally posted by sherifatcat:
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The answer is that I have come to know a new father who, in his love and care for me, gave his only son to die for my sins. All the time I thought no-one loved me. But all the time he was with open arms, waiting for me to turn from my wicked ways. He’s the same today tomorrow and forever.

He is the king of kings. He is our God almighty I want to encourage you all:

Your family, friends, girlfriends may disappoint you- but Jesus will never leave you nor forsake you and surely he is with us to the end of time...

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Damien, you've lived a very hard and confusing life, but you have found the answer to all of your problems in Jesus Christ. I pray that when you get out of prison God will lead you. He has forgiven your sins. God's blessings will pour out on you. Continue to be salt and light for Him.

Yesterday I was coming home through a winding canyon with hairpin turns. We had to be redirected because there was an accident. When I got down to where the accident was I saw that a guy on a motorcycle had been killed. He was laying under a yellow blanket in the middle of the road. He'd been run over and dragged about 50 feet under the chassy of a large moving truck. His motorcycle was pinned under the front wheels of the truck.

It was a very sad moment for me even though I don't know who he is. All I could think of was his parents and how this was going to break their hearts. I can only pray that no harsh words were passed between them...anything that they would regret because now none of them can change or take any mean words back.

Life is fleeting. Love your family and friends like today is the last day you have to live on earth. Love like Jesus does.

I don't understand why you have to bring jesus into this.
but anyway, i was going to say that i think about this all the time. What if i told a friend i hated them, and then they died? What if they dont know i love them and then something happens?
but i can't bring myself to say i love my friends it's hard and i hope nothing happens coz they don't know how i feel about them.

I'm sure that your grandmother would not hate you for it, i'm sure she understands.

Spread the love people. [Quoted best friend in tthe world] =)

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The answer is that I have come to know a new father who, in his love and care for me, gave his only son to die for my sins. All the time I thought no-one loved me. But all the time he was with open arms, waiting for me to turn from my wicked ways. He’s the same today tomorrow and forever.

He is the king of kings. He is our God almighty I want to encourage you all:

Your family, friends, girlfriends may disappoint you- but Jesus will never leave you nor forsake you and surely he is with us to the end of time...

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Damien, you've lived a very hard and confusing life, but you have found the answer to all of your problems in Jesus Christ. I pray that when you get out of prison God will lead you. He has forgiven your sins. God's blessings will pour out on you. Continue to be salt and light for Him.

Yesterday I was coming home through a winding canyon with hairpin turns. We had to be redirected because there was an accident. When I got down to where the accident was I saw that a guy on a motorcycle had been killed. He was laying under a yellow blanket in the middle of the road. He'd been run over and dragged about 50 feet under the chassy of a large moving truck. His motorcycle was pinned under the front wheels of the truck.

It was a very sad moment for me even though I don't know who he is. All I could think of was his parents and how this was going to break their hearts. I can only pray that no harsh words were passed between them...anything that they would regret because now none of them can change or take any mean words back.

Life is fleeting. Love your family and friends like today is the last day you have to live on earth. Love like Jesus does.

Khary was kidding. Sarcasm. Being a smart-ass.. You know?

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Originally posted by Kharybdis:
I hate you, iwant2. I hate you so hard.

ok then.....i'm gonna pray for you....there is no reason to hate, God says we should forgive no matter how terrible the stuff taht was done against us was. You should really forgive this person you hate......otherwise you'll find yourself in HELL

i totally agree with Damian.....Damian, you are amazing, and i admire you for being so strong, and realizing what was true in life, i grew up without y dad too, and i turned to boys to fill that spot...and oh my gosh did i put myself in trouble!!! Everything i did had to do with boys i was always with them b/c i needed attention from a man i thought, but really all i needed was God the Father, He is now the MAIN man in my life......

love is all you can ever give...even when you say you hate somone. in your heart, even if its deap, love still exists.

Hi name is Damian You must never use that word hate, Wat you put out in the world that is wat will come back to you.
I want you to read wat I am giving you now I dont always share my life with people so in the open but I think for you I will. I am a young man, aged 24 years.



As a young boy I faced many difficulties.



I never lived in a home that was our own. I never knew my own father. I wanted a father so badly that I even called my mothers boyfriend “dad”. From then on, I was faced with more and more decisions about how I should act, who I should befriend, my image I the clothes I should wear and what should fill my thoughts.



By the age of 12 years I had put myself in compromising situations and faced fears that many people never experience in their life time.



Without exception my guide became a talking voice, it boasted “just listen to me. Run away from home”. A friend and I ran away to the streets of Cape Town, but the next day my friend went back home. But that voice came to me again, “your mother is going to punish you, don’t go home, and stay in town”.



I thought it’s time for discovery. Of throwing off the old and trying on the new. I detested being home because it magnified my guilt. So I lived and yearned for the streets of Cape Town and running with a crowd that was courting trouble.



By the age of 13 years I was smoking drugs and drinking. These drugs changed my whole way of thinking. I found the drugs temporarily eradicated the guilt, eliminated the confusion and delivered me from my feelings of isolation. It did not matter to me that the feelings induced by these drugs, were lies - I didn’t care as long as I could get more to get high again and soon my life was one big lie. I was shoplifting, stealing, burglaring just to get more drugs and it wasn’t long before I was in trouble with the law.



So the judge sent me to a school for boys and there I practised how to be a man, - not to cry, to fight for what is mine. I never even longed for my mother because I become a man (or so I thought). When my time was up I joined a gang called the ‘Ninja Boyz’. Being in a gang opened all kinds of new doors for my rebellious lifestyle.



I went to raves where there was always an abundance of drugs and alcohol. I was a young gangster and the attention was fantastic, what a Life. It was one continuous party, there was always something to do, some place to go, something new to try. No one made me do these things, I was a drug addict. Darkness came - and it became Mylife.



I lived for drugs. Getting drugs demanded more money - which meant more crime, more rip offs. My friends and I soon became like a desperate band of wolves. Stelaing, devouring. Even the community was not safe from our all- consuming need for money to buy drugs. This cycle of drugs- crime- jail, drugs- crime- jail repeated over and over only to be stopped by death itself. First, there was Shaun: he had taken drugs before taking a swim and drowning. Dups was next: he was hit by a train. Surely I was on that list too – somewhere. Where, when, how would it end? I did not want to think about it.



I had to get away. To run, to hide from death. But where? Without any direction, I began walking the streets. Any shelter I could find, became my home: In caves, under bridges – my companions were the refuse of life. Stealing was all we knew – and there was no honour code amongst us. We’d steal one another as easily as from a store or someone’s house.



In the final analysis, many people will find out that their way in life was wrong – and the result would be eternal death. Was there a chance I could discover the folly of MylifE before it was too late?



Would I listen to my mother? No. Would I listen to the reality of seeing so many friends die? No. What hope was left? Like a leaf blowing in the wind, I drifted aimlessly – running from certain death.



One day, a friend and I stumbled into each other and it wasn’t long and we were getting high and drinking alcohol. And then that evil voice inside came again to me: “This guy murdered your best friend – take back his blood”. And without thinking what would happen or what the consequences would be, I drew my knife and stabbed him twice, once in the neck and once in the back. I ran away to a place called Ross Yard – but you can’t hide forever and, that same day, I was arrested for the murder of my own friend. I couldn’t stand it – how could I have killed him? I am not a killer. It couldn’t be.



I was at the police station crying: “Why did I do it? How could I have done something like this? Now I am a killer. But it happened – and I couldn’t do anything about it. So I went to court and the judge sent me to Pollsmoor Prison.



In prison I faced a lot of things: pain, loneliness. I was heartbroken. I was handled like some kind of slave by the prison gangsters – so there seemed like no other option but to join up with them. And then I felt like I had real power – I could do what I liked. Those things I didn’t want to have done to me, I now did with other inmates: that shows what a selfish person I was. I only ever

considered my own feelings – never anybody else. And I was very cruel. After

More than two and a half years awaiting trial, there were no friends. No-one.



Today I am sentenced to five years in prison. I’m not happy with my crime, but I’m happy to be in prison. You will probably think I am mad- how can anyone be happy to be in prison? The answer is that I have come to know a new father who, in his love and care for me, gave his only son to die for my sins. All the time I thought no-one loved me. But all the time he was with open arms, waiting for me to turn from my wicked ways. He’s the same today tomorrow and forever.

He is the king of kings. He is our God almighty I want to encourage you all:

Your family, friends, girlfriends may disappoint you- but Jesus will never leave you nor forsake you and surely he is with us to the end of time...

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Originally posted by Kharybdis:
I hate you, iwant2. I hate you so hard.

Hi my name is Damian I think you right that people should think be fore they talk.I left my moms house at the age of 8years and when ever I wanted to go back I use ta say the bades thing about her and today I wish that I went home and be a kid and not try to be some big little stubid kid doing drugs and courting trouple with friends that didnt really care about me but cared about what I can do to bring in the Money to buy more drugs.
But yes I only thank god I am not messed up in my head and that I have a good life and that I am doing something that I love working with young people to tell them what drugs do to a person and to that family relationship.
Good luck for the future and think be fore you talk...........

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Originally posted by iwant2:
Sometimes people just need to shut their mouth b 4 they can't take it back. The last words that I told my grandmother was that I hated her...Then she died. Be thankful for what God has given you and tell people about it whenever you can

I luv my mom's mom, but I'm not sure about my dad's mom. She threatened my family that if we don't listen to her, she was going to burn the house down. My dad sent her back to her homeland.

i used to hate my granma for no reason, but then i started being nice to her

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Originally posted by Jookly:
That is sad but there is nothing wrong with hating your grandmother. No point in dwelling on mistakes either. I think you will be ok!

That is sad but there is nothing wrong with hating your grandmother. No point in dwelling on mistakes either. I think you will be ok!

UMMMM YEAH

*joins Triss laughing*

*laughs*

*shakes head*

I hate you, iwant2. I hate you so hard.

If she was still here, she would want you to let it go. Everyone says things one time or another that they regret. Dont kill yourself over it(not literally of course). Let it go and move on.

I do release some negative energy on her a bit, yeah, but i don't think i do it cuz she reminds me of my grandmother (unless its unconscious that is). I think it's because I find her to be the only one that listens. To me, being mean to her because she reminded me of my nana would further entrench me in guilt. I never really hated my grandmother of course, but it was because of a stupid, idiotic impatience that i said something mean to her in the first place.

She always did everything for me when i was little, cuz my parents were working so much of the time, and then she went on chemotherapy for a brain tumor, and she was bed-ridden for the months before she died. so, she couldn't get outta bed to do much of anything. Then one day in 6th grade, I was leaving for school, and she asked me to get her a drink of water... tensions were high and I yelled nasty things at her cuz i was in a rush. SO i left, and then i came home, and she was gone. Out of fear, I would never make that mistake agian.