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Hello. Maximillien Robespierre here.
Funny thing is, that's my real name. Robespierre's not my last name, but it's both my little brother and I's middle names. My little brother is called Augustin.
Yeah, our parents are history buffs. They love the French Revolution. Enough to name their sons after their favourite radicals rolleyes
I'm really not much better myself. I have always loved history, and although I have no intentions of becoming a historian or anything like that, I think a history book will be present at my side for the most of my life.
I'm a bit of a nerd, as you may be able to tell. I kind of want to be a psychologist.
Donations are welcome. Friends and random comments would be loved.
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This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.
Funny thing is, that's my real name. Robespierre's not my last name, but it's both my little brother and I's middle names. My little brother is called Augustin.
Yeah, our parents are history buffs. They love the French Revolution. Enough to name their sons after their favourite radicals rolleyes
I'm really not much better myself. I have always loved history, and although I have no intentions of becoming a historian or anything like that, I think a history book will be present at my side for the most of my life.
I'm a bit of a nerd, as you may be able to tell. I kind of want to be a psychologist.
Donations are welcome. Friends and random comments would be loved.
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This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.
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though you might wish to post the link in your sig as well so ppl know where you got that from
I just happen to have an issue with being called things. I shouldn't have acted like that. It was very stupid and childish of me.
So please forgive me for acting like a real idiot. But I assure you that I'm not Wapanese. O.o Not too sure about the Weeaboo part though. XD
He's Ryuuji from Zoro. Was previously in the band Soroban.
Another reason why I'm apologizing is because you seem like a guy who might accept it. Of course, I could be wrong.
I didn't like the way you acted towards me. If you don't like my interests, my post layout or whatever about me, you have no reson to start being rude towards me. Okay, so maybe I seem like a Weeabo... But does that really mean you have to start acting like an a*****e towards me and assume things about me? No, it doesn't. Did I insult you in anyway first? No, I didn't. You just started being an a** for no reason.
I don't wish to be Japanese in any way. I just find the popular culture and mythology to be very interesting. You're interested in history, right? You don't see me insulting you because of that. And if I'm not wrong, your "Soulmate" has a Japanese girl's name as his/her username.
Give me a chance. I'm very nice and forgiving.(Assuming that I'm given a chance to show it, of course.)
(And no, that's not me in my post layout. It's a guy from a band I happen to like.)