Have fun.
The most important piece of advice I can give you is to have fun. What’s life without fun? There’s more to life than surviving. Here’s some more of my great advice.
It doesn’t matter what other people think, what matters is what you think.
Don’t talk about other people behind their backs. If you have something to say, say it to their face. Treat others the way you want to be treated. So, if you hit someone, don’t be surprised when you end up in the hospital.
Learn to play an instrument. Scientists and other important people say it makes you smarter. Where as multi-tasking makes you less smart. So do one thing at a time. It might be painfully slow, but later you’ll be happy you took the time.
Don’t procrastinate. Do your work when you’re supposed to. Even though you tell yourself “Oh I can do that tomorrow.” Sometimes you can’t. If you do put work off, then you feel all stressed, and rushed. Believe me. I know. Ignore the little devil on your shoulder and get your work done on time.
And remember to dance as though no one is watching you. Love as though you’ve never been hurt. Sing as though no one can hear you, and live as though heaven is on earth.

Ok i live in the province of Ontario in Canada, & the government is going pass a law that bans all pitt/pit bulls (im not sure how to spell it and pitt bulls are a breed of dog) They're going to do that because there have been a bunch of attacks by pitt bulls. It's not the pitt bulls that have the problem, it's their owners.If you have a bad owner you'll have a bad dog. Also, it's not just pitt bulls that attack, any dog will if provoked or is raised wrong.This law will create more problems. Well i'v said what i think about the law i want to hear all your opinions please :)

How can people be so stupid to let capital punishment go on. There is no reason for us to be killing ourselves, especially since it isn't neccisary. There is no proof that it reduces crime in any way. ALso any country that got rid of it didn't have crime rates go up. It's so pointless and unessicery but there are still countries that do it. This madness must be put to a stop! For one, people have been given the capital punishment even though they were innocent. Also, it costs a lot more to kill a prisoner than keep him/her locked up for life. Also if I had the choice between getting the death penalty and getting life in prison, I'd choose death. I think that life in prison is worse tahn death because there isn't anything to look forward to and it's in general a better punishment. I hope people open there eyes and see that it's time to stop these senseless killings.

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone.

The parents heard nothing more from him.

A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!

There's a miracle called Friendship that dwells in the heart you don't know how it happens or when it gets started but you know the special lift it always brings and you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad, what else could have made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone. The house is dark, my folks aren't home, when my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car, my daddy is back from Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse. My name he calls. I press myself against the wall I try and hide from his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,he says its my fault that he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, I finally get free and I run for the door. He's already locked it and I start to bawl, he takes me and throws me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream but its now much too late. His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate the hurt and the pain again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, while I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah and I am but three, tonight my daddy murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. Help please stop child abuse.