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Real life and all its insanities
So here in the Detroit area, people have been following the story of a 7 year old girl who has been cyberbullied. A dying 7 year old girl. Of Juvenile Huntington's Disease. Whose mother died of Huntington's just two years ago in her 20s. And she and her family are being cyberbullied on Facebook. And bullied in real life through stuff like having a truck containing a coffin parked in front of her grandmother's house, by her grandmother's neighbors, apparently because the neighbor's kid wasn't invited to a family birthday party quickly enough.
Yeah.
Pretty crappy.
But all is not lost for humanity. Local toy story organizes fund raisers and treats the girl to a shopping spree. There are clowns. And a balloon wand. And roses. And a white limo.
If you've got any tears left after watching the Chilean miner rescue, just check out the videos. Or this comment from the store owners in the comments:
When I was getting my goodbye hug (and trust me, she hugged me like crazy), I whispered in Kathleen's ear and asked her, "Sweetheart, what was the best part of the day?" She thought for a moment, and whispered back... "Ponies." She smiled as she put her head on my shoulder.
Yeah.
Pretty crappy.
But all is not lost for humanity. Local toy story organizes fund raisers and treats the girl to a shopping spree. There are clowns. And a balloon wand. And roses. And a white limo.
If you've got any tears left after watching the Chilean miner rescue, just check out the videos. Or this comment from the store owners in the comments:
When I was getting my goodbye hug (and trust me, she hugged me like crazy), I whispered in Kathleen's ear and asked her, "Sweetheart, what was the best part of the day?" She thought for a moment, and whispered back... "Ponies." She smiled as she put her head on my shoulder.