Akonaburnt
What if God was one us? Just the slob like one of us? Just a stranger on a bus, trying to make his way home. What would you ask Him if you had just one question?
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May 23, 2007
It was Saturday morning and the Godmother with her little 6-year-old son arrived in the early hours. She left immediately and let her "treasure" at our place meanwhile she went to work for some hours. I got up a little later and found him, small brown hair tab, playing some table-game with my father. I told myself: I think I will do a great job, if I exchange my father and amuse with Martin. And now I'm getting to the core of my speech. He was cold, coughing, sneezing, having snots from his nose, but I thought no virus of influenza would caught me, because I eat 10 pieces of fruit and vegetable a day
. Martin after 7 hours of playing, childy kisses on my cheek and showing of naive children's love left with mother. He left me behind with the only thing to remember: flu. Why do I have to get ill, when athletic competition awaits me in the near future? Now I take Ambrosan (for making your expectorations easy), my nose is runny, the lungs full of sputums, but at least and at last I'm free of school and the spare time allows me to do necessary things that I couldn't manage while healthy. And finally I have another good friend who makes me happy, even though he's hundred kilometres away from me: cold Martinko!
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