My brother is a horrible person. He is a Blood, and never sends mom a card on her birthday. He has killed more people than he can count to. He never went to middle school. After fifth grade he dropped out and became a street rat. Mom always loved him though. He never loved her. After about three years on the street, he became a part of the Bloods because they thought he was a real criminal. He never even thought that they weren’t his real family. People always say that the brothers you make from a gang are closer than your family. I bet you my next paycheck that they wouldn’t ever stand in front of a bullet for you. They would never take care of you if you became paralyzed from the neck down from a bullet shot to the neck. That’s happened before.

When life turns bad, you know what my mom always says? Stay close to your true friends, and go after what you want.

I wish I could.

I really do wish I could.

Things went bad three months ago with a project I tried to get off the ground. My internet business that provided people with useful links for abuse web sites got destroyed. The money stopped comming in, and the bills stayed there, slowly building higher and higher on the kitchen table. I wont tell you how it got destroyed, because that would mean I would have to tell you who did it. And I would rather you not know that.

Now I have to work three jobs to accomidate my expenses.

My friend recently got shot in the head. He’s now a vegetable, and rotting in a hospital bed. The only reason why he’s not dead is because I decided to help him. I called the ambulance, and I have been paying for every day he stays in that bed.

I want to help him because I love him. He’s my best friend. I have to work an extra four hours a day just so I can have the opportunity of going down to the hospital every weekend to see him still alive.

So now you know the truth. You know me. You know who I am, and you know my story. But you dont know why I am telling you this. I want somebody to know how it is on the other side. I want somebody to recognise me before I become just another story lost in the endless pages of the endless volumes of time. Nobody can sincerely feel the pain of a life. They can think about it for as long as they want, but they will always be able to go home and think about their own lives again. Nobody can sincerely say I know what you feel like because they havent experienced the feeling of comming home to the same situation as what they heard somebody talking about. What I am trying to articulate is that it is impossible to feel another person’s pain because you dont have to feel it for your whole day. You can always come home to regular life. I am telling you my story because I want you imagine what it would feel like to face my kind of problem’s your whole entire day, and not just for the time you read this. Know what it is like to not ever be able to escape.

When you are able to feel that, then you can truly know my story.

These problem solving strategies that I keep talking about have been left unsaid. This however has a purpose. I, being a fourteen year old, highly mullifiable, and highly loquacious person have not yet made enough decisions to have come up with many strategies. So now you ask how many forks in the road do you have to come to in order to have these problem solving procedures embedded into your mind. Well, there we see the intelligence factor again come into play. It is (as redundant as this is) impossible to tell. The numbers could range from hundreds to millions of decisions or problems. So far what I have learned are the basics. Look at all of the components that rest on each option. What is going to happen to them if I choose one, and don’t choose the other and vice versa. Which one would benefit me more. Which one would set me in a better place for my next decision. All that I have focused on are the things that are changed by my decision. I know that once I grow I will have learned more about all of things that I know, and I will be able to amend them into more efficient strategies. But for now, I remain a child.

So the fact that decisions drive thought is the very reason why our world is so diverse. That, and where each person starts out from help shape our world into a multilateral society, which is able to grow and flourish with time. But the question that still lurks, what is beneath thought? How do you find that out, because once you think of why your thinking, then there is something new behind your thought. That something new automatically replaces what you just thought of, so all of your time spent thinking of why drives thought is wasted because it changes. So why did I even spend the time to write this? I did it so that I can continue my search for what really drives thought. There has to be some way that you can stop that process of change from happening, and that is what I plan on doing. What am I going to do with that information after I find it is pointless to anybody but me. I have found what really makes me work, and I will be satisfied with my discovery. But for now, I am just a child.

If one decides to stand outside and observe the entrance of Cresthill Middle School between say 7:30 and 7:45, they would notice how all of these kids that are flooding the doors in order to get inside. What attracts them to the school? The school has unseen gravity is completely unnoticed by all who go attend it. But what is this gravity? What is the thing that attracts us to this school.

It is for some, opportunity. For others, obligation.

The kids who actually feel like cultivating the plentiful crop that is their future, look at school as the opportunity for success. School for them is the tool that they will use to grow their crops and make them as beautiful and fulfilling as possible. Opportunity is their gravity.

And for the kids who look at school as menial and mundane, the unseen gravity that attracts them to this building is obligation. They don’t feel like school is worth anything, and therefore the only reason they attend classes at Cresthill, is to extinguish the few remaining days of their lives they will spend trying make a foundation for their lives. What is the difference between them, and the over achievers who strive to get all A’s in work habits grades even though those grades don’t matter? The explination is simply the fact that these kids are only able to see what is going on at only one moment in their lives. They cannot, and most likely will not be able to look into the future, and see how what they do now is really what establishes who they are in the future. These are the kids that do their homework during homeroom or lunch, because talking on myspace seemed more alluring to them. Their excuse is that middle school doesn’t matter, and they will act serious about their education when they go into high school. Those are the words of ignorance. What they haven’t come to realize yet, is that it is almost impossible to change their whole entire study habits once they are in the next grade ahead. Sadly for this type of kid, obligation will forever be their gravity, which is sad for an individual who has so much potential for success. If they only could see that middle school might be demeaning in the simple elementary meaning, but what it really is, is a chance in life. Middle school is the very thing that institutes a future, because it is the first step in independance.

To determine who you are you have to determine what your gravity is to your most influential establishment. What is your reasoning for showing up every day to something that your first percieve as menial and mundane? You have to know the reason why you keep coming back, in order for you to rationalize why you live.

Every time I hear some neophyte employee at a diner drop a someone’s breakfast.

Whenever a girl that I have no chance with winks at me when I walk past her somewhere. That totally makes my day.

The number of times that I have to say I’m sorry to my brother.

However many times I have to empty out my bank account and max out my credit cards to make my child happy.

The number of times I am allowed to call my parents by their first names in big crowds.

How many times I end up searching the word truth on google to find what is real and what is a fabrication of the mind.

The number of times my family actually sits down together at the dinner table. The last time was Easter dinner of 2005.

The number of tests that I get back that I flunked.

Every time that I end up on this specific bench in a park in London that faces a statue of a boy and his dog. I seem to always find myself sitting on it every time I visit the park. I don’t usually notice that it is my bench until I look up and find my eyes staring at the boy and his dog. The boy has on a rain jacket, and rain hat. He and his dog are splashing in the translucent puddles. It is like I visit that bench for every stage of my life. As a baby, toddler, unruly child, and a teenager. That bench and the statue have become a part of me, and my life.

Each time that I down a pound hamburger at Cheeseburger Cheeseburger.

The amount of times that I mess up in life and my mom has totally got my back with an excuse to bail me out.

The amount of substitute teachers that I force to retire a year.

Every time that I forget my brother’s birthday.

Specialized Stunt Jumper Edition

All of these are bikes that cost over $5,000.00 and are used in professional level competitions. The bike that I plan on getting is the cannondale prophet 9000. It is a bike meant for cross country mountain biking, which is what a lot of the local mountain bike races are incorporating into their races. Although if money weren’t an issue with buying a brand new bike, my definate choice would be the Cannondale Judge DH Replica. That bike is designed for thirty plus foot drops off cliffs. I really dont plan on taking it that high, but the bike would definately suit my needs/wants.

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-showing them my blogs, and how my writing has progressed

-show them that I learned how to paragraph

-make them look at my progress report and see how I have done

It all started when Hillary Nut got scolded from her librarian as a child for taking more than one book without permission. She had always wanted to become the kind librarian who helped kids read before that. Hillary still wanted to become a librarian, but that five minutes of scolding changed her perspective on teaching. When she got hired at Pine Lane, she stressed the importance of order in her library, and impressed the principle with her strict policy. What she did not mention in her interview was that she got fired from her previous librarian job because of the increasing number of students that needed counseling after they walked out of that library. She had been teaching at the Intermediate school for only three months, and she had taken the children out of six kids. Brenna, Carl, Steven, Riley, Eric, and Michael.

The library was a battle field filled with the Nutster’s booming voice igniting with any sign of a lack of obedience. The library was set up to have one long hall way that was lined with rows upon rows of endless bookshelves. Mrs. Nut’s desk was at the very to of the hall way so she could see anything and everything that took place. The battle field was set up to her advantage, and she recognized that. She saw that right when she walked through the doors on interview day, because she requested that the desk be moved. I remember when the desk used to be on the far left room of the library to allow for privacy. In those days we could do whatever we felt that was necessary to the library. I remember when, the whole day my general and I colored on the walls without stop until we heard the bell.

“Sir, she has already exiled three kids to the corners!” shouted Paul from his command post stationed under the Nutster’s desk. Just then, the Nutster decided that she was going to sort some detention slips at her desk. Paul was trapped there for the rest of the period. This is bad because first of all, Mrs. Nut had what seemed like an infinite amount of these slips. And second of all, she liked to take her time to ensure every kid gets his or her (un)fair punishment. Paul let out a muffled yelp. There was no way out except for the way he came in which was now blocked by that monster that we call a librarian. I pulled one of my captains into my command station. “Nick, we have a situation.”

The plan was simple, but the margin for error was less than the width of a hair. The situation called for a distraction, and we needed a good one. We decided to make one kinder-gardeners take the make the infraction. We couldn’t afford to loose anybody. Besides, they were new to this school and didn’t know the brutality of Mrs. Nut yet. They should get a good introductory to the whole library thing anyways. So all we had to do was get one of them to do something stupid, which was in reality harder than it looks. They always need a reason for why they are doing something. So after tedious persuasion, we convinced a small boy to take a handful of mints out of the complimentary mint bowl on her desk (which was located directly in her line of sight) and run away.

He walked with his head down straight towards her, which was something you never did because it told her that your up to no good, or you’ve done something no good. The Nutster let out a warning call. “What are you up to my child?” He kept on walking which was ill advised. This told her that he was going to do something stupid. He kept on looking at the floor, now with a slight smile. The Nutster saw this and knew that he was going to do something. She let out a final warning call, “I am advising you to discontinue your foolishness, if of course you don’t want me to call your parents.” That was the line that got him. The boy stopped, this time looking straight into her eyes. First mistake. She asked him who he worked for. His facial expression showed that he was weakening. Second mistake. This time she took full advantage of him by playing the nice act. “Oh, don’t worry sweety. I only want the truth.” Her voice was that of a seductive serpent, alluring but fatal. That was it, he made his last mistake by giving in to her fake charm with the simple word, “Well…”

“We really weren’t trying to cause any trouble!” I pleaded. Paul and I were in the principle’s office looking up at Scrudges wife, oh yea Mrs. Scrudge (not really but that’s what we called her). She asked us why and how we could do such a thing as set up a small child to take the blame for our illegal rescue mission. We told her that Paul had dropped his pencil underneath the desk and went to get it. Then she came back and said that we were pitiful at lying. Paul came out with the whole truth right then. That idiot.

“How much longer are we going to have to pick up all of this stupid trash!”

I stepped on a freak land mine that was planted in Jason’s lunch box

I found the cure for cancer and I had to take a plane to that cancer place in that one country

My name was called for the president of America for a day contest, and I got to meet George Bush, and I even have a special thing that excuses me from school for a day, so your lucky I even showed up to class.

Didn’t you get my parent’s note about how I could be late to class whenever I felt was necessary because of my superior intellect? I left it on your desk.

The Salvation Army was going to Africa to help save little children, so I felt that it was my responsibility to attend this trip. I really did try to be back for class, but my presence was needed somewhere else.

Why am I late? Why is your watch set five minutes formards?

No habla english.

I heard from an old wise man that school served no purpose, and it was only a way for the government to take over the minds of the children of America. Where did I find him you ask? I saw him eating out of a dumpster in the back of Papa Johns.

Where did your sense of forgiveness go? I forgave you when you missed our book discussion because of that whole baby thing.

2. The second thing on my agenda for the second semester would be to finish one really good book out of the list of books that Mr. Wilkoff had given me. I want to find a book that changes my standards on what a good book is, and really gives me a good introductory to what great is. At the end, I think I could probably write a book review on the book and to turn in to Mr. Wilkoff. But instead of fruitlessly partaking in the ridicules quest of taking the road more frequently traveled by writing a normal book review; I feel that I should add a personal touch by writing something about the book, that shows my perspective and how I feel about it. I realize that that was a really long sentence that I just wrote, but it did show that I want, and need to write something that is personal to me because this is a personal curriculum.

I’ll be back in five minutes, so quit your worrying.

I wonder whats inside of here.

I need confirmation on which wire to cut, the blue one or the green one.

This is going to be so much fun.

I’ll have the big mac please. Yes I would like it super-sized.

Don’t forget to pull me out if the rope stops.

This four pound Mexican burrito is going to taste amazing!

Man, I should get a medal for what I am about to do.

My conscience tells me not to, but where has my conscience got me in life. No wife and four kids. Kalabungaaaaaa!

I hope this wont hurt.

I really shouldn’t be here, I think I’ll just leave.

Honey, why are you looking at me like that.

Yeah that’s right, you keep on walking.

Of course I can swim well, what do you take me for, an old man.

Fine, I’ll do it.

Let me show you how this should be done.

Remember to catch me if I fall.

Is that you Freddy and Jason? I haven’t seen you guys in ages. Jason remember when I pushed you in the lake at camp? Funny stuff back then.

Of course I checked. I’m not that stupid.

I wonder if I should do this or not. Its not like its that dangerous.

He’ll never do it, trust me.

I hope they weren’t serious when they said I shouldn’t do this.

Do I have any serious heart conditions that you should know about you ask? Of course not.

Yes I have done this before.

Helmets are for chickens.

Go ahead and shoot, I dare you.

I have already taken care of it. So can we please go?

Yes I remembered to feed the mutant tarantula crocodiles.

Are you sure about this? Because it looks a little unsturdy.

Yes I am posotive those cables will hold us.

You idiot!

I hope he isn’t going to remember what I did to him in college. Its been almost thirty years, he would have to have forgetten by now.

This tiger has pretty bad breath.

Maybe he’s nice. Bears are more afraid of us than we are of them.

I dont know, that hallway looks kind of dark.

My instincts tell me to go this way.

Is that a light up ahead? It seems to be getting bigger.

Is that foam coming out of your dog’s mouth?

You have to try, here I’ll do it first.

It was an accident, you have to understand. Listen I know a place where you can get it fixe-

This ride hasn’t been checked for ten years. Are you sure it’s safe?

I have always wondered what the inside of a gun barrel looks like. I should take a look.

Your going to thank me for this someday.

The last Twinkie. It’s mine!

I was only kidding man. Cant you take a joke?

I wish my parents could see what i’m doing right now. Theye’d be so proud of me.

Why did I have to get the shortest stick this time?

Deep end huh? Doesn’t look that deep. Hey, stop trying to push me in.

This guy is kind of sensitive, I don’t think we should mess with his new car.

Are you seriously telling me that if I eat this, it will make me grow more hair?

I wonder why my water was clear two seconds ago, and now it is a dingy bubbling green. Its probably just nothing.

Ron, this bugee cord better not break or its your membership to spicy fajitas Mexican grill thats gonna be falling three hundred feet into the lake.

I want to look just like Freddy from all those scarry movies.

I can totally hold my breath for five minutes while chaned to the bottom of the pool by handcuffs.

I’m trusting you to have my back if anything goes wrong.

Uh Oh!

I’ll fly, you’ll see.

If you so much as touch me with that knife, you are going to be kicked out of this household!

I hate the world. Goodbye forever!

Don’t be a total slob! This is absolutely absurd. The amount of filth that has accumulated is beyond means of cleaning. It’s the little things that have added to this monstrosity of a mess. I mean, if you actually took the time to put your clothes into your drawers than that would help to eliminate the ant colonies forming in your room. Although the ants appreciate you so generously giving them homes, you will get rid of them! I am not joking. If you dont take care of your room, you will be sleeping on the trampoline outside!

So are your grades doing well? I answer yes. You little scramp! You think you can lie to me like that without getting away with it. Three of your teachers called last night and they iformed me that you are FLUNKING! F-L-U-N-K-I-N-G! FLUNKING! If you dont pull your grades up to at least a B, you are out of this house! I wont take it. I really wont. You will be out on the streets and be dying of starvation if you dont start shaping up!

Andrew, you might have not realized, but you are comign home later and later every night. Are you ok? I answer yes. You dirty rotten lier! I bet you were with that runt of an excuse for a girlfriend you have. If I see her at all in this household then I will personally take care of the problem. And you dont want to push me to the edge! I will lock you in your room and feed you nothing but vegetable broth for the next three months if you see her again, and I will find out if your sneeking behind my back. Your life will be nothing but rot. Stink and rot.

Andrew, could you come down here and help me with washing the dishes please? NO!?! Why you ungrateful little squaw. Dont expect me to ever cook for you again in this life if you dont come down here in the next thirty seconds! Stop ignoring me. Do you really want to wake up tommorow in the neighbors yard bound and gagged?

Goodness, look at all of these magazines laying on the floor in Andrew’s room. What is thi- SPORTS ILLUSTRATED… SWIMSUIT!! He is done for! Once he gets home from shcool he not going to see the light of day for four months! This is the third time I have seen a magazine of this nature in our household. The first two I simply suspected to be my husbands, but now I really know who this belongs to, and they are going DOWN!!.

So Andrew, would there be any reason for a police officer to break down our front door today and search the house for stolen merchandise from Radion Shack? And would there be any reason for maybe, say a police officer having to detain me and question me for felony? I mean if something like that were to happen, would you have any incite as to why? I answer no. YOU LIE!!!

This video, I think shows the desperation of alcoholic beverages. It really outlines the decline of western civilization. These people are so absolutely drawn to this alcoholic beverage that they look up to it as almost a god, by referring to it as the magic refrigerator. Is our country really that uncivilized? Have we become so unmotivated that what we look forward to a “magic refrigerator” showing up? I think it’s appalling how absolutely ridicules this commercial is, although I do think it is affective in showing how good the beer is. It gets the point across that you need this beer. If that is what it takes for someone to buy that beer, then is it really worth buying if it’s just going to make you stupider? You would already have to be stupid to be give in to the weak advertising antics portrayed in the commercial. And the beer is only going to make your chronic condition of stupidity even worse. This pitiful add only adds to America’s problems. Shouldn’t someone stand up to this enormously popular beer company and say nay? I guess thats what hippies are for huh?

Having all of your compassion and love abandon you, leaving you without anything to lean on when you start to feel alone.

Droping a hundred pound weight off a bridge representing your feelings for that person, but you realize that there was a rope attatched to it wrapped around your neck. You cant let go of your feelings, and they drag you downwards into a perpetual fall of unknowingness, and fear.

Standing motionless, paralized by fear. You are standing infront of death. Although you are terrified, you are willing to go. Your feelings are gone. There is nothing in this world left for you and that is why you are standing there. Shifting your weight forward you become engulfed in a weightlesness. You close your eyes wating for impact. Death attacks as you hit the ground taking your life in an instant.

Taking first step out of happiness and into reality. You have recieved new meaning on the word death. It seams like you have been re bourn into a world that you knew existed but never thought of untill now. This is the real world.

You might be incapable of finding a connection to this passage. If you are among the lucky few who are lost when they try to comprehend the true meaning in my words, then you should enjoy your ignorance. Life has done you a favor. Although if you dont fall into that category, then this piece might have conveyed some similar emotion to what you have experienced in the past. These were my feelings at first, but I have grown to realize that death is something that will never change. It is what makes us human. Understanding that we are just mere mortals, have to accept as truth, and live on. I dont know if anything could be more cruel, but it has to be.

One stormy night in the middle of Autumn, there was a streak of light that could be seen from miles away by even the nasty old bushes that lived on the outskirts of the orchard. And even by the humans, who lived even further away in messy cities with coal burning cars and polution invading streets. They were nasty creatures with nothing but the word, greed in their tiny little sculls. But this streak of light, was one that would change an apple tree’s life forever. None of the other trees could see anything after the split second that the lightening had lasted. The rain and sleet covered everything. All of the trees closed their eyes and waited the terrible night out.

With morning came the sounds of shock from the trees around the orchard. Wispers were traveling like wild hornets throughout all of the trees. As soon as the apple tree that had made friends with the oak had woken up, he knew what had happened. A rumor had accidentally slithered into his ear, which only confirmed what had been in his head. He remembered seeing the lightening bolt last night that struck so loud that he thought it had hit the ground. The apple tree looked over to where his old friend was and saw in his place, a dead tree. What had happened, he already knew.

In this world you have no idea of what is going to happen to you or your friends, or even your family. Hold on to whatever you have, and cherrish every minute you spend with those special people. Good things never last. After that apple tree had no friends in the whole orchard. One day three years later, he saw a young yew tree starting to sprout in the place where his long time friend oak tree had once stood. A smile creased itself into his old wooden face.

When so many kids grew up they believed in becoming rich, and having the lives that were only real in the world of fantasy. Imagination flooded their reality. They had absolutely no idea of how they were going to achieve what they had envisioned themselves achieving. I even see it today. Kids are so engulfed in becoming the most important people in the world and they are, at the same time getting bad grades on tests. I know I saw myself living in an enormous house on the top of a mountain. But now I see that there is absolutely no way in the world that I am going to get to that. I am being realistic with myself. Realism is the key to life. It allows you to see what is within your reach. I am not saying that imagination should be outlawed, because it gets you stuck in life, and it doesn’t allow you to move forward. That would be ridicules to assume. Imagination is what enables new inventions to come into this world. All I am saying is that people need to see what their strengths are and cultivate them determination, and effort.

di-ar-rhe-a  /-da-ə-riə/ [dahy-uh-ree-uh]

–noun Pathology

an intestinal disorder characterized by abnormal frequency and fluidity of fecal evacuations.

Everyone knows that feeling all to well. That horrible pressure building up in your abdomen, squeezing your insides; it will make a perfect evening with your wife turn in to a nightmare that ends up being flushed away to make room for even more. Your head gets hot and your brain is desperately searching for some means of escape. But sometimes there seems to be no possible way of ratifying the situation. Yes, we all fear it and it always finds ways of happening in the worst possible time. It could be at your wedding, or maybe while driving through Vail pass on your way to the mountains. Whenever it occurs, you know it. Of course I am talking about the infamous and ever unpopular, diarrhea. I have composed a list of in my mind, the absolute worst times for it to wreak havoc on your life.

1 During take-off in a crowded airplane trying to sooth a crying baby.

2 The summit of

Mt.
Everest.

3 While illegally crossing the Mexican border, stuffed in a barrel.

4 In a confessional, listening to a man confess thirty years worth of sins.

5 A dinner party at your boss’s house.

6 While walking down the isle at your wedding.

7 In a boxing match with the world heavy weight champion. You are in the final round and on the verge of knocking out your opponent.

8 In the middle of the cougar prowl.

9 While you are at your wife’s side during the birth of your first child.

10 You have jury duty and the trial is about to start.

11 During a yoga session.

12 A Styx concert.

13 An LA traffic jam.

14 A job interview.

15 The final stretch of the Tour De France

16 During your solo at the school musical.

17 Right as you start reading your good parts part.
18 On the parallel bars during the summer Olympics.

19 When asking your fiancé’s father for her hand in marriage.

20 While in the dentist’s office, getting a root canal.

21 You are in a tanning booth, set for thirty minutes.

22 Your acceptance speech for the Nobel Peace Prize.

23 While your hot tubing with your girlfriend.

24 Being interrogated by the police.

25 Giving a toast to the bride and groom at your brother’s wedding.

So now you’ve read scenarios where it would quite frankly suck to have diarrhea. Although limited, there are some ways you can cope with it.

1 Before going to any place, know where possible retreat areas (bathrooms) could be located

2 If you know that that something is going down, or will go down, wear a diaper. It could be highly inconvenient and extremely embarrassing, but it beats destroying a pair of pants.

3 From personal experience, if you are hiking outside, always bring something like napkins, which can be used as toilet paper. And bring a lot because once you run out, all that is going to be by your side is a very sharp pine cone that can cause damage and pain beyond belief.

4 Table cloths that hang down to the ground at banquets and weddings hide many things. It never hurts to try.

5 During performances the audience sometimes has no idea how the play or song is supposed to go. You can abruptly end things, and the audience may think it is awkward, but it still gets you out of the situation fast and effectively. Or you could sing the song really, really fast and finish it in half the time. With this alternative, you can be as creative as you want.

1. You get take your brother’s car to work and get pulled over by a police officer. The policeman finds the car to be stolen, and smuggled in from Germany.
2. You drive into a tornado in Oklahoma, and get thrown on top of the space needle in Seattle.
3. You show up to work on a Saturday.
4. You refuse to give a homeless man money. Then you notice you’re completely out of gas.
5. You miss breakfast hour at McDonalds.
6. You show up to work and the IRS is waiting at your desk.
7. You crash into an orphanage, and then you get out of your car and run.
8. You rear end your boss at a stoplight.
9. Your accelerator gets stuck in a school zone and there are children on the cross-walk ahead.
10. You role down the window and all the contents in your briefcase fly out onto the street right after it rained.
11. You give a homeless man money. He turns out not being homeless.

Samuel smiled wickedly and sipped his coffee. He got up from his chair and set his cup down on the table. Samuel picked up the news paper laying on the lacquered mahogany countertop, and walked outside to the beautiful autumn evening. He stoped suddenly as a dog smothered in mud ran by. He had finally accomplished what he had been planning to do for years now.