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Sanriokotlc

aka (っ◔◡◔)っ ⓗⓔⓛⓛⓞ.ⓚⓘⓣⓣⓨ

  • I live in 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍
  • My occupation is 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
  • I am 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 :)
  • Bio 𝙷𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕!
    𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚔𝚒 (𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍) 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕!
    - 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 (𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢)
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Hi, you all! Welcome to my message wall! Kudos to MissVoltron for helping me with this. I'm not sure how often I'll be here, but I'll try to message you back after 1-3 days. I won't really be on unless someone directly messages me, though. I hope you're having a good day, and thanks for stopping by my message wall!

~ Sanriokotlc, aka hello.kitty


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Dear bullies, See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet many of you won't. Your life is probably not as harsh as theirs, or you're just too lazy. Take it as a challenge. You'd be surprised how many people this affects, positively and negatively. A few clicks of your mouse may just save a life, or bring a smile.

Please read-true story (This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.)

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?

The old lady replied: You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.

'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

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