A man

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A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

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¡°Daddy, may I ask you a question aboutwow gold ?¡±

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¡°Yeah sure, what is wow gold ?¡± replied the man.

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¡°Daddy, how much do you make an hour?¡±

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¡°That¡¯s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?¡± the man said angrily.

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¡°I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?¡± pleaded the little boy.

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¡°If you must know, I make $20wow gold an hour.¡±

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¡°Oh,¡± the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, ¡°Daddy, may I please borrow $10wow gold ?¡±

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The father was furious, ¡°If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy
wow gold or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard every day for such childish behavior.¡±

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The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy¡¯s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some wow gold ? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10 and he really didn¡¯t ask for money very often.

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The man went to the door of the little boy¡¯s room and opened the door.

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¡°Are you asleep, son?¡± He asked.

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¡°No daddy, I¡¯m awake,¡± replied the boy.

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¡°I¡¯ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,¡± said the man, ¡°It¡¯s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here¡¯s the $10WoW gold asked for.¡±

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The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ¡°Oh, thank you daddy!¡± He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.

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¡°Why do you want more money if you already have some?¡± the father grumbled.

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¡°Because I didn¡¯t have enough, but now I do,¡± the little boy replied. ¡°Daddy, I have $20wow gold now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.¡±

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[lantian]

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a wow account in the old swimming hole behind his house.

In a hurry to dive into the cool wow account £¬ he ran out the back door£¬ leaving behind shoes£¬ socks£¬ and shirt as he went. He flew into the
wow account £¬ not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake£¬ an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother - in the house was looking out the window - saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear£¬ she ran toward the wow account £¬ yelling to her son as loudly as she could.

Hearing her voice£¬ the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her£¬ the alligator reached him.

From the dock£¬ the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother£¬ but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by thewow account £¬ heard her screams£¬ raced from his truck£¬ took aim and shot the alligator.


Remarkably£¬ after weeks and weeks in the wow account £¬ the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal and£¬ on his arms£¬ were deep scratches where his mother¡®s fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.


The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma£¬ asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then£¬ with obvious pride£¬ he said to the wow account £¬ ¡®£»But look at my arms.I have great scars on my arms£¬ too. I have them because my mom wouldn¡®t let go.¡®£» You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars£¬ too. No£¬ not from an alligator£¬ or anything quite so dramatic. But£¬ the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.


But£¬ some wounds£¬ my friend£¬ are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle£¬ He¡®s been there holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that God loves you. If you have Christ in your life£¬ you have become a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in wow account . But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That¡®s when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very£¬ very grateful. He did not - and will not - let you go.

[lantian]

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and lay around the tree every day. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the
powerleveling and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around thePowerleveling every day. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. ¡°Come and play with me,¡± the powerleveling asked the boy. ¡°I am no longer a kid, I don¡¯t play around trees anymore.¡± The boy replied, ¡°I want toys. I need money to buy them.¡± ¡°Sorry, but I don¡¯t have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.¡± The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the powerleveling and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the power leveling was so excited. ¡°Come and play with me,¡± the tree said. ¡°I don¡¯t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?¡± ¡°Sorry, but I don¡¯t have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.¡± So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The power leveling was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the power leveling was delighted. ¡°Come and play with me!¡± the tree said. ¡°I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?¡± ¡°Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.¡± So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. The tree was happy, but it was not true. Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. ¡°Sorry, my boy. But I don¡¯t have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you...¡± the tree said. ¡°I don¡¯t have teeth to bite,¡± the boy replied. ¡°No more trunk for you to climb on.¡± ¡°I am too old for that now,¡± the boy said. ¡°I really can¡¯t give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots,¡± thepowerleveling said with tears. ¡°I don¡¯t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years.¡± The boy replied. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡

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power leveling roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest.¡± The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears... This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad... When we grown up, we left them, and only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy. You may think that the boy is cruel to the tree but that¡¯s how all of us are treating our parents.

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