One day I was walking down the street. An old man fell so a little boy helped him to his feet. Five teenagers were at the beach walking along the sand. Someone dropped something so they gave them a helping hand. The class of kids found out there friend was in the hospital. So they sent her flowers and candy, not thinking they were being responsible. It's amazing how the kids get judged today. But we don't complain we have nothing to say. We just go on with life and live everyday, hoping that maybe someday we'll get judged it a better way.
Reason for writing:
I am just sick and tired of hearing all the bad stuff we do. And not hearing about all the good stuff that we have done. If people would highlight some good stuff we do, then it would take the pressure off us. Because pressure is what causes us to turn to the problems that we are having today.Thank you
Birth sign: Cancer
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