I can remember like it was yesterday. I was on my dad's ranch in Abilene, TX on a hot day with a breeze now and then. I was the age of 10 at the time that this occured.

Our ranch we had was 425+ acres, with 3 fields, an old barn, 2 stock tanks and wild game. well, my dad left for work around 6:00 that morning and i was left alone, so i thought. i was in the field north of our farmhouse digging for arrowheads and Indian beads (i found alot of artifacts in the area i was digging in) as i was digging i stumbled upon one carved precisely out of stone with jagged edges on them. as i was celebrating my victory l looked up a little ahead of me, about 50 feet or so and saw a man walking across our field. as i was carefully hiding in some brush trying not be seen, i was watching the tall man walk at a steady pace not making any noise at all. as a peered closer, i noticed him wearing yellowish hide like the Indians used to wear from buffalo hide or deer hide. then i called out: "what are you doing on private property?" then the Indian looked at my direction, then kept walking to the tree line at the edge of the field.

after this happened, i went inside and called my dad and told him it was an emergency (which it wasn't, i was just creeped out) about 20 minutes later he came and i told him what happened. and like most people, he said "its just your imagination."

about 2 weeks later this happened again except near one of the stock tanks. i was measuring how low our tank had got since the previous month, and i was on the bank of the tank when all of a sudden, i looked up and there was the indian again, walking past me. i yelled "hey old friend." and he looked at me again, except this time he looked a little longer."

after this occurred, i thought it would be respectful to place the beads and the arrowheads where i found them. for the last 3 years i was there, i never seen him again..

i will never forgot about my first ghost experience, since then i have had more, and will write about them.

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Yesterday I was doing laundry and having a relaxing day at home. I had dinner plans, therefore I was in a hurry so I ran down to the laundry room to grab my clothes out of the dryer. To my surprise the laundry room was locked. The laundry room door is always open and no one even has keys to that door. Of course I was annoyed, but I figured there is no reason to stress out about it. I called the building manager and asked that they unlock the door and I planned on gathering my things when I got home that night. Of course I forgot about my clothes when I got home and I just went to bed. Still not a big deal right?
I woke up this morning in a chipper mood and was looking forward to helping my friends put together their new office space in Hollywood. Of course I was running late, but right before I hopped in my Jeep to leave, I had a gut feeling I should go check on my clothes.
It was one of those weird moments when normally you would just walk into the laundry room, but I found myself looking in the window before I entered the crime scene. I noticed all my clothes were out of the dryer and laying on the floor to the side. At this point I was pissed off and I walked in to find out what the hell was going on. It was clear to me that a homeless man had made a bed out of my clothes on the floor to sleep. I walked over to pick them up and realized they were soaked with urine. I took a step back and noticed a magazine laying to the side. (see attached photo) The homeless man was clearly a BUTTMAN, so much so that he had shot his LOAD all over my favorite T-SHIRT. At this point, I was in total shock and it takes a hell of a lot to shock me these days. My jaw could not have been more on the floor until I turned around and looked down.
THE M*THER F*CKER TOOK A SH*T IN MY LAUNDRY BASKET!

Here's the background information. I work in a residence hall as a resident assistant. I assist the residents. However, this story isn't about the residents; it is about the staff that I worked with and cared so much about. Throughout the year we are trained to respect others, use appropriate and uplifting language, be cheery, pleasant, and helpful, and most importantly remain politically correct in all situations. Diversity training is essential. So it was to my surprise that I was awarded with the "Ratchet Residents of the Year Award" at the end of the year awards banquet.

Background about my residents. I had a floor of freshman college residents from all backgrounds of life, just looking to make friends and have fun. No harm in that right? Wrong. Yes, they made their share of mistakes and they paid for them as well. They were a bit overly-social at times and they were greatly persecuted by my staff for it. They weren't criticized to their faces, but instead to mine. I would bear the grunt of all things negative that happened on my floor. I was a first year RA with a co-RA who was a first year as well. The problem with us wasn't that we lacked experience, but the fact that, looking back, I had no real support from my co. I would do half of his bulletin boards, I'd be early to our events and set up and develop most of the plans, I would drive him anyplace he needed to go without asking for a cent of gas money or anything in return (GAS ISN'T CHEAP). He refused to write up any of our residents or even confront our residents over issues. Not a good thing. He pushed me to do it. I broke up many a party, a few fights, dealt with being frightened in the restroom, and the list goes on. But nobody credited me with that. I got the "Ratchet Residents" award. My residents were recognized before me, the actual staff member. I felt belittled.

Definition of "RATCHET"- Someone or a situation that is or acts:
ghetto
out of pocket
or just plain unnecessary

A very negative term for negative circumstances. Rarely ever used in a good way. I've never heard it used positively.

(a word that most of my staff didn't even know until they developed relationships with the few black people on our staff. It's a slang word primarily used in urban situations. Most of the staff was very suburban. Double it was like being stabbed with your own knife.)

Background on the remainder of the staff: On the staff, not too many people had vehicles or were willing to use them. Bittersweetly, I was blessed to have a vehicle in a close location on campus. I was very often asked for rides and errands and I never asked for anything in return. I like to help people.

Some car situations I encountered:
1. Being asked to drive for hours early in the morning to pick up pasta for an event, and retrieve 2 rice cookers from various locations that the address was unknown.
2. Being asked to pick up someone from clear across town at 12:00am because they missed the bus. They were more concerned with not being invited to a Plucker's dinner that I was on my way to after picking them up than gratitude or gas money.
3. At 8 am, taking a coworker to the dmv to pick up a license. I had a class a 11. I don't wake up until 10/10:30. I didn't ask for gas money.
4. Being told that a coworker needs to go pick up a toy and when the car was retrieved and waiting for a few minutes being told by phone that I didn't have to.
4. Being called only to drop a co-worker downtown to meet up with a friend in dense traffic.
5. The list continues...

I even swallowed my pride to get on good terms with a coworker that I disliked, to make life better. At the end of the year she threatened to snitch on everybody who went to a party if she got in trouble for an unrelated incident pertaining to her job efficiency.

At the end of the year, all my good deed were overlooked. All of my good times and cheerful manners were surpassed by my residents. There's more to living this story than you can read. It wasn't an isolated incident, it was building up over a period of 10 months. So ten months of reliability, kindness, and sociability were reduced down to an award for "Ratchet Residents."

Ok this is woman meets man from internet overseas for the first time. I had been talking to this English man for about 2 yrs. before I decided to finally meet up w/him overseas. We did the romantic thing rent a cottage that's over 300 something years old and traveled the local area towns & pubs nearby. There was this one pub we ended up going to called the Globe Inn & Pub. Kinda strange it's called the Globe. Well we went in and we were standing at a pub table drinking and people watching. No one was paying us any attention the whole time. Just a normal atmosphere people paying attention to the people they were with. But there was this one man sitting near the entrance of the pub just watching me. I never noticed until my partner told me that the man had been watching me for a long time. He said that there is no way this man could know me since I'm from the States. He said that he was watching me as if he knew me. I looked over and it was strange that we did make an instant connection but I instantly blew it off. I knew but I was in denial. What was even worse was that after I got home from England I pushed him out of my mind for a little while. Then it was like all of a sudden he was haunting my mind. I just kept thinking about him and just couldn't stop. I still remember the connection we made when I looked at him in the pub. I just know that we've been together before. I know that we know each other. The way he looked at me wasn't a man lusting over a woman. It was a soul connection. 'That's why he has haunted me for so long.

One day, I was in the phase of playing something, in doing all those activities which a child does. I had a sip of Whisky, quite bitter for me but I started taking it for all day long and almost on a 24X7 hrs basis. Soon a year passed and I cleared my secondary year exams, then I realized that the only work I can do is drinking. I continued with this habit till I crossed my Engineering exams. I was one of the most notorious students of my college. I used to bunk college and have whisky for the day long. To add to the glory, I also recall having beaten my teacher, my classmates, and my seniors. I was involved in all such activities in my college. I have more suspension letters than certificates, a student should have.
My first day of college if I reflect – it was 9:30AM, after having my usual dose of whisky I entered my class. Suddenly there was a pin drop silence in my class because they mistook me to be the teacher who would take the first class. But of course I crossed them and went to the last bench of class and had a seat.
With such kind of activities I had completed my engineering. I got two different things while I was in engineering, First my liver failed and now my name starts from “Er.” nothing new. Then finally my life took an unexpected and amazing change because my father sent me to a coaching center where I learnt how to crack “CAT”. From that day my mom told me not to drink and I stopped drinking. But as I knew it that CAT was not my cup of tea I focused on MAT and I scored a decent percentile. Now it was my turn to get a college of my type where I can study. Then I finally got a college and started my MBA.
On a very pleasant morning a girl entered the class. She was very pretty but carried lots of attitude with her. Her presence made me feel good though I am not sure why? May be her appearance was so attractive. She was a cute girl with very nice hair cut having an attitude that attracted me towards her. I need a long page or even a more to describe her beauty. She is a girl of values and limits, not a regular product/construction of Mr. God. I used to attend the college so that I can see her face. Many a times I tried to talk her but all the time something stopped me to do so. One day I broke the silence between us and said “Hi” to her and she replied in the same tone, I used. From that day we started talking but in the college hours only. The days are so interesting but the nights are very much boring for me, I don’t want to talk her like a fool for the whole night but ‘I miss her’ all the night and I keep on thinking about her. Then the days turned into months and I found that I really liked that lady who entered in my class a long time ago. In order to say the three words - I LOVE YOU, I went to college and found that she left for her hometown the previous night. Then I started talking to her with the help of SMSs. With the start of a simple ‘hi’, ‘hello’ we both started sharing almost everything and I told her what was my past. After having a decent talk I finally got the time because she is coming to college next morning. I dressed well and took her from the station to her room in the city. Next day she attended the college I was in complete anxiety that for the first time I would say those magical words to any girl. Finally I said “I LOVE YOU” but she replied – “I need time”…..
She is such a nice girl that she did not stop talking to me. For quite a considerable period of time we even fought with each other on some stupid reasons. One night I was talking to her and missing her badly because I was unable to see her face. I copied her picture from FB and I forgot this that I have done something like that as I am in habit of keep forgetting things. Time passed and one day she asked me that do you have any photograph of mine. I said “no” without thinking for a second as I was sure that I don’t have her snap. Then she suddenly started crying and said ”It’s been a very small time but I started liking you in spite of knowing your past, but you broke my trust” and the words she used that day were “You don’t love me that’s why you did that “.
How could I explain, how much I love her? It was a mistake. I am in a habit of forgetting things. I was as innocent as a child, for the first time in my life I cried and for 4-5 hours. I keep on crying and abusing myself that why you have such a bad habit. My mind recalled me her wordings in every 10-15 minutes. Then finally my phone rang I searched that into my bed, it was her message again “(my name) please try to sleep I got your point but you hurt me today, it will not be very easy for me to forget this but I will try. Bye…” Next day we have to go somewhere for our college work so I went to her home to pick her, I was wearing a black goggle so that she could not see my eyes as there is swelling around them because I was crying whole night. She said hi how are you? Fine, I replied. Then we completed our work came back to our home and for that day it was the only conversation we made because I was crying and she was upset. When we reached our destination she looked into my eyes and said” You don`t wished me today, Good Morning”. In few days we started talking and everything was fine. Somehow I succeeded in rebuilding her trust on me. I know I am having a habit of forgetting things and now she also knew it.
Now she gave me her snaps so that I will not steal that from FB. She said “if you need something that is related to me, just ask I will give it to you”. After that I always keep in mind that I am not supposed to hurt her again, as it gives a more pain to me. Hurting a girl was not that much tough for me being what I was earlier but she changed my views. A day before a week ago she was not feeling well and also missing her home badly so she went to her home town and now I am missing her badly. With this reason that she is with her family, she is unable able to talk to me and I am also busy working for some wedding function in my family but a day before yesterday she texted me – ‘how are you and all’, I also replied but I was feeling very much sleepy because I had a whole day work with my family. She was waiting for my reply but as I was feeling very much sleepy I fell asleep but she kept on waiting. Next day she was not at all in mood to talk but I somehow maintained the conversation. It was 12:30 in the afternoon and she suddenly texted me and we started our conversation but again she asked me – “if you are free then only talk to me else no need of waiting for you” .I was also in a bad mood I replied very casually that – “I want to have a sleep coz I am tired so don’t wait for me.” Meanwhile I started my Laptop so as to check my mails and to have a look on my FB account, that made her feel bad that I was not in mood to talk to her but I was using FB and she said that don’t want to talk to me its ok but don’t dare to ignore me.
I just wanted to say something to that pretty lady who entered into my class a long time ago that “I am not that bad”. I wanted to clear one thing to that beauteous girl “Don’t Love Me but Please Don’t Doubt on me”.
It’s been 3 months and 20 days since I proposed her and still waiting for her reply. But now she doesn’t even like me the last words she said to me when I said sorry “I don’t need anything from you (My Name), not even sorry”…..
I tried to talk her but she was ignoring me I wrote her a mail but she didn’t reply. I know only one thing I love her. I always conveyed my ‘sorry’ to her whether it was my fault or not but she never understood my sorry. I need to cry but she was my only shoulder.


“I love you... Please come back”

This is a true story, First I went drinking beer with a male friend, after I went straight home, there was a car accident on the freeway I was on the 6th lane in California the far lane, The cops came and started letting the cars off lane by lane, Lane 1 around 30 cars, Then lane 2 around 30 cars. Will mine took forever I was on the 6th, Now when you have to go pee and you just drank lots of beer and cops all around you what do you do? will I am a woman so yes I pee all over myself in my brand new 1995 S-10 Pickup. Got home my 3 grown kids laugh there butt off at me. I told them o.k. keep laughing your day will come, So yrs later my older daughter was at MC D's with my Granddaughter who she always says to her ask mama when you need to pee, she was around 3 yrs old. So my granddaughter ran from the playground with her underwear down below her feet saying mama i have to pee now. My daughter eyes open so wide and her mouth went to the ground screaming no baby not here everyone was laughing loud she was so embarrassing. Then my 2nd child was with my oldest daughter at a playground with his wife, my daughter and her husband. He sat down on a swing and was turning around and around so all ran to him and turned him faster and faster soon my son let go the turning swing and flew in the dirt leaving his pants and underwear on the swing. Big jeans. They laugh so hard that they never went to get his jeans for him so he ran off the swing but necked and got his jeans. My 3rd child went with me on the rollacoster ride at magic mountion in California. When we got off the ride, It was so windy that I seen something flying in the air pass my legs and I said what was that? Her eyes open wide and red I said what happen honey? She said that was my kotex mother it came out of my shorts. Now everyone going to no it is mind . So I ask her did you put your name on them,lol...She just said mother don't be funny. I laughed till I cried. she was 15 yrs old..What go's around comes around.lol

I am a 29 year old guy in love with a friend of mine a 22 year old girl. I only started realising in Januray 2008 how I felt about this girl, I have been in love before but nothing like this. I finally told her how I felt in March 2010 and her original response was interest and excitement. We went out with groups of friends on several occasions over 3 months but nothing serious.
Then she asked me out as a friend and we finally spent the day together but we kept it low key and casual. Then that night she told me she wanted to focus on her relationship with God at the moment and told me now was not a good time.
Ever since everything has changed. My friend cold shoulders me, she avoids social outings where I am present and she refuses to e mail me.
It's been nearly a year but I still love her even though she broke my heart. I love her more then I have ever loved anyone even my own family and it tears me up that she is avoiding me and that I have no idea how she feels about me.
All I want to do is tell her I still care without coming across as a stalker. I at least need some closure more then a 'now is not a good time' I need to know whether it will ever be a good time.
I wish it did not hurt and I wish I knew exactly what I was supposed to do but I have no idea and never imagined I could love someone who broke my heart more then my first girlfriend and even more then a girlfriend I was planning on proposing too. This girl has changed what I thought real love was and the ironic thing is she has also changed what I thought it meant to be broken hearted.

One of life's embarrassing moments
times two
First of all let me make it clear. This is a true unembellished story. Nancy was pregnant with our second child Aaron and was probably in about the 8th month, rather balloon like in shape!
We were attending a small church in Northwestern Ohio close to where both of us were raised. As we entered the sanctuary while looking for a pew that would accommodate my wife's delicate condition, we turned down the main aisle. I was walking directly behind Nancy when it happened! To my utter disbelief and sheer gut wrenching horror I looked down and saw my wife's underwear!!! My mind was a dizzying blur, almost an out of body experience! Different thoughts raced through my head. Oh God what do I do? If I ignored them, someone else might pick them up.... a really bad idea! "Will the owner of the white oversize panties please come to the lost and found" A really really bad idea!! If I move as in slow motion trying not to draw any extra attention, if that were even possible considering what had just happened, (After all how much more attention could we get!!!) an usher might assist me, an even worse idea! " Here sir, let me help with those.......!!!!!!!!!!!!" At this point my only two options were to
A. Faint, acting as though I was slain in the spirit, which would seem strange considering this was a non-charismatic church!
B. Act fast hoping that if I moved at lightning speed I could some how reverse time and wipe this event out my mind as well as of the minds of the 12 people who witnessed this but were now trying not to look by rearranging hymnals or making diverting comments. "Look Virgil, isn't that the third week in a row the pastor has worn that suit". "Yes Marge, It’s time for the ole love offering".
As You've probably guessed by now I chose the second one and during the following several years tried to blot this event
out of my mind. I was just getting over the night terrors and flashbacks, when "it" happened again!
(end of part one) ..Well apparently God has either a rather strange, almost twisted sense of humor or my wife needed to buy much better fitting underwear because as you've probably already guessed, "it" happened again!! Now nearly 6 years later and she, once again with child, at least 7 or 8 months worth, was back to the previous pear like shape! As fate or the mischievous hand of God would have it, we were again in church... This time we were in West Lafayette Indiana at a church we had only attended a handful of times. As we were exiting after the service, we stopped briefly to shake hands with a gentleman standing in the foyer....

As we started to engage in idle yet holy chit chat "something" fluttered softly downward toward the foyer's carpeted floor! At first my mind refused to accept the graphic reality of what my eyes were seeing! "Oh merciful God in heaven, tell me this is not happening again!" "Just let me die now!!!!!" The next few minutes seemed to last an eternity, with time moving as slowly as molasses in January! The sense of déjà vu and flashbacks to the incident 6 years earlier turned my brain into something resembling petrified silly putty! "Maybe you could send the rapture Lord!" my mind briefly uttered, but quickly rejected the idea when I realized that the three of us would probably be stuck in the same heavenly elevator having the same conversation only now accompanied by harps!

While I still consider this one of my most embarrassing moments, I'm sure it was equally awkward for the other gentleman! What is the appropriate comment to make in this situation. "Not another darn wardrobe malfunction" or "Sorry sir, static buildup..... your wife is the third pregnant lady this month to lose her.........!"
I also know this incident had to be difficult for my wife but let's face it, women only need to utter either of the magic "P" words (pregnant or pms) and are generally given a free ride no matter how wacky the behavior! "let's see mam, you ran five stop lights, created several free form crop circles and turned a poor cow into ground round. Pregnant?.....OK go on and have a nice day!"

Well we all stood there as still as dime store mannequins for what seemed like a hundred years!! I was still hoping the panties would somehow spontaneously explode to release me from this torment, but alas, that was not to be! I thought of ways to divert attention..... Perhaps start a conversation about da Bears since Chicago was close.... but reality set in and I remembered...I DON'T KNOW SQUAT ABOUT FOOTBALL!!! Darn it... I knew I should have signed up for those intramurals in the eighth grade! Maybe start coughing and act like I was choking.. yes that might just work! Then it hit me.. This guy that I hardly know would perform mouth to mouth on me.... Maybe not as good an idea as I had thought!! (a little too friendly) Well what finally happened was that I edged closer to my wife while straining to chit chat, snagged the panties on my wing tip, reached down as if scratching my leg, grabbed the panties (it was like poetry in motion) until I realized
my wife was standing on the other corner of the underwear!!! SNAP!!!!!! "Can this get any worse, Lord" We finally somehow extricated ourselves and hurriedly scampered out the door. This was our last visit to this church, that is without disguises!!!!

I'm in love with this boy, i have been for five years now. i was sitting at home one night and he texts me. i look at the message with a confused look. it said, "Hey i just wanted to say goodbye and i love you." i was confused. after talking to him i figured out he was planning to commit suicide. i remember so clearly how the tears instantly began to fall down my face. i tried to talk him out of it for an hour or more. after a while, he stopped texting me. i began to worry instantly, and i cried myself to sleep. the next morning i remember waking up with my heart hurting, and my first thought was "is he still alive?" i immediately texted him, but he didn't reply. i began to think the worst, that he killed himself. i began to cry again, i cried all the way to school. i remember walking into school thinking why i was there when the guy i loved was dead. i sat down on the floor by my friends locker, tears dry on my face. i remember the feeling i had when i saw him walk through the door. i immediately jumped to my feet and ran into his arms. i remember how safe i felt with his arms around me. i repeatedly said how happy was to see him at school, alive. i never wanted to let him go, his body was so warm against mine. i eventually let go, i had to so we could both go to class. i was so happy to know he was safe and alive, i smiled and cried tears of happiness all first period. i have second period with him, so after the bell rang i rushed to second period. when i walked in the door i once again told him how happy i was to see him. he came over to me and said "i need to show you something, ive only showed one other person, but i think you deserve to know." he turned is arm around and i saw them. the cuts. i grabbed his arm and said "please no" he took me in my arms again and said "its ok" tears began to run down m face again and the words managed to say were "please stay" i couldnt believe how close i was to losing one of the most important people in my life. but after talking to him and being there for him, he hasnt had another attempt at suicide again. he even went to the counsler at our school, on his own, no one asked or reported him. his cuts have healed and he is his self again. im so happy hes still alive. i love him!!