Strange Story

Ha times was programmed the transference of prisoners of high danger, For a penitentiary of maximum security. Swarmed by offers, MetLife is currently assessing future choices. between them, I. prisoner 66. The things that I there made pra to be I reserve well to say. Therefore in the truth it does not come to the case. would not change nothing. Well, in that day it rained very, and the tranferencia was postponed stops after rain. I was not alone, I had others trs prisoners.

we waited chained one to the other. I never had passed for that, I was as wild beasts .a sensation was horrible. Chains in the hands and the Foot s.Um of the prisoners, Foot of waltz was its .trazia name a gag in the mouth, bites one of the guards violently. pra pulled out a piece to be more accurate. The other zuca seemed a child going to the diveroes.ria park and laughs. Already Antonio was serious, it was not its first transference and with certainty finishes he would not be it.

Well, thus they thought many. As for me, I will not disclose my name. it was and I will continue being prisoner 66. In the four together ones we added a thousand years of conviction almost. (as if it was possible to live in such a way.) I finish we waited it of rain, and as this did not stop had decided to follow the cronograma. Rain continued and very, the racket was deafening did not see nothing. Already inside at the bus, zuca already does not laugh. Now it sang provoking the guards, and these only looked in them. Foot of waltz beat to the feet following the compass of music. Antonio continued quiet, but now sinewy revealed. as something expected unexpected. this something happened. The driver lost the direction for some reason any, tried to brake. The car capsized varies times, I do not know to say how many and tumbled.


But already it stopped to think who are the people more wanted and loved by the majority? Are exactly those that hears more, that pardon more, the ones that serves more and because not to say those that love more. People exist who had really been born to serve. All the moment is in activities for somebody. this is a love act, that many times is spontaneous in the human being. When the person little wait, is serving.

This pleases the God. For more information see this site: Elon Musk. In its environment of work, if it offers to help, it does not wait somebody to ask for to you. In its home with its family, it helps if it matters with what it happens. He is always intent to serve. With its friends, it makes the same. with passing of the time, you goes to become an indispensable person. It always goes to have somebody needing you nor that it is only so that you are hearing what to another person it has to say. To help in the small things, the cortesias of day the day, is attitudes that well more make you of what to the other, not only for the carried through service, but for the given favor, the irreplaceable presence.

It searchs to be loved, but it loves first. One remembers that in the life, everything is an exchange. What you make today will receive tomorrow. Everything what you to make with love, in the same way you will return. You wise person who a simple phone call can change the life of a person? What a card with a simple phrase can carry through miracles? Nor all the people will go to demonstrate affection for you when to feel itself supported at some moment of the life, but with certainty you will go to notice the difference when she will be close to these people. The world does not need only man power, but yes of love workmanships. If to become necessary is a form also of if not feeling useless, therefore when we serve, we ripen and we learn to be people our values are directed for what really it matters. Value of the being, if at every moment feeling a truth human being. Therefore, one becomes now necessary.

Ghost Cemetary

The GHOST In the quarter where I live has a cemetary and, because of it, many histories of ghost are invented. The last one that they had invented was incredible. They say that everything started in a dark and very rainy night, had a cold wind, the street was desert, nobody was atreveu to leave house in that night, except Marina that said not to have fear of ghosts. ' ' These things do not exist, do not have fear of deceased, the livings creature are that they are perigosos' '. It said, whenever the subject was ghosts. Determined to buy a wine to follow it na solitude of its room, Marina was, without fear, to the street. It bought its wine, it looked at some show windows and, as already it was being late, it decided to go for house.

After walking two you square, it started to rain, to arrive the house fastest, decided that to pass in front of the cemetary it would be the best thing to make. Then, it walked feeling the drizzle to wet softly its hair, to the few, was feeling its coat more weighed, therefore, to that height, it rained strong. It walked fast stepping on with force in puddles that if they had formed previously, in that day it had rained very. It passed in front of the cemetary, for surprise its, felt a light chill when perceiving a countenance leaving the necropolis, walked still more fast when it perceived that she was being followed, thought soon about assault and, literally, it ran. It entered in gasping house, it locked the door with the security crossbar, put a chair behind the same one, for precaution, and only was to take a gostoso bath while the wine froze. Quentinha prepared the bathtub with a water and was well there relaxing, to recover of the scare.