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Adores Tattoos, Music, Photography. Touch her heart, she says. She wants to start believing that Life is so much more than just pain itself.
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This is exactly how I feel about words.
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The Prize Doesn’t Always Go To The Most Deserving
Irena Sendler
1910-2008
A 98 year-old German woman named Irena Sendler recently died. During WWII, Irena worked in the Warsaw Ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist. Irena smuggled Jewish children out; infants in the bottom of the tool box she carried and older children in a burlap sack she carried in the back of her truck. She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids’ and infants’ noises. Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 children. She eventually was caught, and the Nazis broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her backyard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and reunited some of the families. Most had been killed. She helped those children get placement into foster family homes or adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won - for a slide show on Global Warming.
http://www.snopes.com/politics/war/sendler.asp
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Yes this.
I really do. Sometimes, I think I plan and look forward too much to the future, that I neglect the here and now.
i know right..
Same.
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fuck yes
This is not the time to crumble.
My mum broke down. I’ve never seen her in this state before.
My sister only got 232 for her PSLE results. She cried like fuck today in school because she was so afraid to come home and tell my mum. Her teacher even called my mum not to scold her. And my sister was damn upset. She couldn’t make it into the school she wanted. Not even St Marg’s sec.
I feel like it was partially my fault. I should have tried harder convincing my mum to put her in my primary school, which was St Marg’s primary. At least she had something to fall back on.
I guess what hurt her the most was, seeing her friend, who had less coaching and tuitions, scoring a decent score of 247.
I understand how she feels. This, was me, exactly 6 years ago.
The amount of effort my sister puts in is crazy, and the number of assessment books, practice papers, exam papers, common test papers, would be able to fill up a small cupboard. I’m not exaggerating.
I really don’t know how to console my sister. It kinda hurts me to see her like this, because I see myself in her. Bottling up all her emotions and now having to face disappointment all over again.
If only.
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