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| Dog Fighting is the sickest crime one could commit. The sick jerks who put dogs in that position should be boiled to death. But I can't say anything without doing somthing. And neither can you! Donate to the ASPCA to help fight animal cruelty! Or, write to your state legislator and tell him/her you want the animal abuse penalty to be more severe. If you think animal cruelty is sick, please do somthing! IF YOU FIGHT DOGS, BE WARNED FOR THREE REASONS - 1. THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO WANT TO BEAT THE SENSES OUT OF YOU. 2. YOU HAVE A DARK STAIN OF BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS THAT WILL NEVER WASH OFF. 3. GOD HATES PEOPLE WHO ABUSE/FIGHT HIS ANIMALS AND SENDS THEM YOU KNOW WHERE! This is a true story, take heed. A man I know well, a certain Mr. John Dell, a very pious man, told it to me. On a certain afternoon, my friends and I were teasing a dog, tying cans to his tail chasing him and such. Mr. John caught us in the act and gave us the most severe scolding that probably ever crossed his lips. We stopped, but that was not the end of it. He �invited� us over to his house, and we had no choice but to comply, we didn't want our parents to hear of this. That noon, us four went to his house. He invited us in, and no sooner than we were seated, he began to tell us about his past� When he was a younger man. He was wicked, he said. He would start fights for fun, he would swear, and even steal. But that wasn't the worst. He abused animals till they would literally starve themselves for fear of his beatings. He had a dog, who he called Oath; this poor creature had more broken bones, and had out gone more suffering than men in POW camps had. He had a cat, which he kept in a fish tank, who had suffered almost as much burnings as a soul in hell. Many other animals came and went through his care, each more wretched than the next. Until one night, when he got severely intoxicated, and into a bad fight, he was shot by a police officer. Shot dead. He paused for a moment to let it sink in. Then he continued. As soon as the bullet pierced my chest, I was thrown roughly down a cold black tunnel. I shivered as I felt my soul travel into I knew not. Sudden ly, I felt pain, pain like no other erupt in my chest. A blossoming pain like that a fire was eating my heart. Then, it stopped as suddenly as it had come, and I was in a white room. White! This was good, I thought, don�t people go into a white room before heaven? No, a door opened, and a black demon walked in. |
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| ________________________________________ Blacker than those coals in your fire pit, black as sin� I swallowed , and he grinned. Burnishing a whip, he indicated that I was to go into the room he came out of. I shook my head, I won�t again , please! I said. No voice came out though. He reached forward and took me by the arm, his grip like that of a hot iron. He drag ged me in, and I realized to my confusion, this was my old house. My old basement. Well, I thought it was, though it was a lot bigger. The door opened and a man descended the stairs. A strange fear grew in my mind, slowly numbing me unexpectedly. The man came into the light, and to my astonishment, it was me! A much younger, and bolder me, but me nonetheless. I reached down and struck me, calling me a �f__king son of a b____h!� I cowered before me, and realization stuck me, I was Miami, my first pet! I continued to beat me, until I was limp and unable to move from the pain. The younger me went back upstairs, after giving me a final kick into a pile of rags on the floor. �Oh please, please God, one more chance! Never, ever again I swear! Please, don�t make me endure this any longer!� I cried out. Then, a breeze came up, in the basement; it grew stronger and stronger, till I was thrown through the wall. Again, a terrible pain erupted in my chest, I took a deep breath. I heard a soft beeping, and some murmurs. I dazedly forced my eyes open. Pain, sound, breath! I was in the emergency room, on earth! I was alive! A doctor smiled at me. �So, you think you�ll live?� He asked. I swallowed. A second chance! I would not waste it. I wondered how many others had gone through that. How many others had gone through hell? Not my hell though. My hell, I thought , my personal hell? I swore right then and there, I would change. As soon as I was better, I would donate all of my money to the animal shelter. I�d start from scratch on a new life. A better life. A more beautiful life� He stopped, looking at us. Don�t believe me? He asked. He ripped open his shirt and showed a small scar, a small scare on his chest�Right over his heart. And if that weren�t enough, he showed me, us, the certificate of death the doctor had just signed, �just signed, then I breathed.� He said. �So never ever abuse any animal, or any thing� Because when you do your personal little hell will get back to you, some day or later. True story? Heh, I think so, and I�m not taking any chances!!! Love your neighbor, pet, or anyone you meet, as yourself. �Cause you really are!� Pass This Story On, Believe Me, It's TRUE! |
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