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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- Convictions?
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- The sun had reached the height of its peaceful journey
- through the heavens. Several people milled about the streets,
- relaxing and enjoying the lazy Saturday morning. Two elderly
- men sat outside the local barbershop discussing small town
- politics, while a dog lounged on the step of the corner drug
- store. It was a common day in a common town.
- Slowly, the soft clatter of trotting horses arose from
- the distance. Down the dusty road appeared a small wooden wagon.
- The lone rider wiped his brow as the horses made their way to the
- town square. He was a farmer from a plot just outside town. His
- dusty brown hair fell just above his eyes, while his soft brown
- eyes scanned the town.
- Stopping in front of the county store, he dismounted and
- watered his horses. As he walked toward the store the golden cross
- around his neck sparkled in the midday sun. Reaching the cool
- darkness of the porch, he opened the door and went in to purchase
- supplies. The two horses stood there ignoring the annoying flies
- that attacked them from all angles. A group of young boys
- approached the resting horses with a handful of small noise
- makers left over from the Fourth of July celebration a few days
- before. One of the boys flung them under the horses.
- The explosions echoed through the street, shattering the
- calm silence of the peaceful town. Startled, the horses reared and
- bolted down the dusty road. The townsfolk gathered at the road
- and watched in horror as the wagon traveled toward a deep ravine
- just outside of town. Hearing the commotion, the young farmer
- threw open the doors of the store and ran after the escaping wagon.
- With speed normally unknown to man, he chased the wagon and lunged
- for the reins. He grasped the worn leather and pulled himself
- between the galloping horses. The beasts continued their flight,
- dragging their captor mercilessly along the gravel. Nearing the
- edge of the ravine and imminent disaster, the horses stopped as if
- by some miracle. But this gift was not without a price. The horses
- reared once and trampled the young farmer.
- By this time, the frightened people had reached the scene of
- his death. The sight of the unnecessary destruction saddened them.
- Why hadn't he just let them go? The wagon would have been destroyed,
- and the horses wouldn't have lived, but his life would have remained.
- Why? Why had he given up his life?
- A small whisper pierced the questioning silence. A small
- blonde head appeared above the wagon. The answer had become clear.
- He had died for his son. He had sacrificed his life for someone he
- loved...
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- One of the reasons that our society is becoming so terrible
- is the lack of commitment and meaning in our lives. The farmer
- depicted above set his standards by the way he lived and died. He
- knew that without the love and commitment that it took to stop the
- charging horses, his son would have died without ever experiencing
- life. The same thing is needed in our lives as Americans. We need
- to stand strong for issues that we belive in. We cannot tolerate
- the immorality and the disrespect that we as Americans participate
- in. You watch MTV and see videos showing illegal acts and sexual
- induendo. You go outside and see people blatently disrespecting the
- morals that we have been holding in our hearts for hundreds of years.
- In New York, I believe, a man boarded a subway train and
- began to shoot the passengers. The people on the train who had the
- opportunity to stop him did not raise a finger. If they had stood up
- for life and morality, then perhaps several people could have
- continued their lives.
- I guess what I am trying to say is that people have lost
- their passion to be alive. No one has any convictions any more.
- We have lost any meaning to our lives. If you can see what I am
- trying to say, then do me a favor. Help an old lady across the street.
- If you see a woman struggling with shopping bags in a parking lot,
- stop and help her. Don't be cold and heartless. Don't put up with
- what the events that you see and hear that you know are wrong.
- Be alive again.
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