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Post by morningstar on Sept 25, 2007 16:58:38 GMT -5
One weekend my friend Sally, a nurse, was looking after her
six-year-old nephew when he fell off a playground slide and
hit his head. Worried that he might have a concussion, she
checked him all night.
Every hour, she'd gently shake him and ask, "What's your
name?" Soon, he began moaning in protest each time she
entered the room.
When Sally went in at 5:00 A.M., she found something white
on his forehead. Leaning close, she saw a crayon-scrawled
message taped to his forehead. It read: "My name is Daniel.
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Post by Joyce7 on Sept 26, 2007 5:50:12 GMT -5
awww, little children are so sweet and innocent.....I like this..Joyce
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