Friend Ship

Friend Ship

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., déc. 12, 2015
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Two good friends had a quarrel one day, and one of them slapped another. The man felt pain, but said nothing and wrote on the sand: "Today my best friend slapped me." Two friends continued walking and found an oasis. They decided to swim in a wellspring and suddenly the one who was slapped, started to sink, but his friend saved him. When he regained consciousness, he wrote on the stone: "Today my best friend saved my life." The other friend, who slapped and saved his friend's life, asked him: - When I hurt you, you wrote on the sand and now you are writing on the stone. Why? His friend said: - When someone hurts us, we should write it on the sand, so that the wind could erase it. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it on the stone, so that the wind could not erase it
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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