I Am "precious" Stories of Experiences

It's true. My Momma even told me once. I have court documents that agree.
It's because I'm the smartest and the best but also the cute one in the family. I'm the Paul McCartney to my siblings Ringo and George.
But let's not bring up...

I am a fragile soul someone you can take in your arms and hold on to but don't squeeze too hard I might break.

Torn into my thoughts where my mind wonders free... Free of not going through the pain I once suffered. People often tell me to forget about my past and move on but how could I when I feel like my past is haunting me and seems to follow...

I thought I knew him well enough...enough for me to love him forever but I guess forever didn't last he was everything that I dreamed of he was the love of my life. I loved him so much that I did everything for this man just to keep him...

If am no sure about anything, I sure God made me unite and special. For that I will say as My primary school teachers teach us to say:
I am SPECIAL
I am UNITE
I am NUMBER ONE
and that made me the precious person I am
I am me
yes yes...

Wow i see people have lost sight is for.. From reading some of these stories i see most of y'all have not seen the movie "Precious" or read the book "Push".. This is a sad story about a young girl who has been physically & sexually...

Tital says all really. xD but i guess some people would disagree, Seance with every good thing there is someone who hates it. i have my share of haters, and im pretty sure we all got em.

So I overcame...I overcame because I refused to remain broken and allow those who hurt my spirit have the last say in how my story ends. I didnt want my duaghters and sons to live what I lived.

I became an RN, currently working in...

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Nothing I did was right, I hated myself. So I became a tomboy and wore baggeg clothes to hide my body.

Around his time, my aunt started molesting me, making me fondle her breast and vagina when...

Though the story "Precious" was rougher than my life story, I can relate to Precious. If I had to title my story, it would be titled "Broken Little Girl Jadeite . Please, just call me Jadeite.

So my mom was 15 when she became pregnant...

We loves it, my precious. It was our birthday present, it was. Then nasty Baggins took it away. We hates the Baggins. We hates it forever, my precious.

I am precious in the sight of my Saviour and Lord.

He paid the ultimate price for me. The cross that he had to carry and then be crucified on the very same cross says it all.

What wondrous love was shown on that day.

Bought with a...

We all can be precious in the sight of some people.

When it comes to grand parents, their grand children are extremely precious to them. This special affection carries on even until adulthood from the grand children's point of view. I...

I sometimes plan my hole day....today i wanted to go for a drive with her,because i know she like that just drive to nowhere and back! Just let her drive so i can cuddle her little dogy on my lap......just take a drive forget somethings...

I hope someday my family will noticed how precious I am. I don't need them to thank me for everything I do for them. What I wanted is for them to appreciate it. I let opportunities passed by. Because I know they need me. I even left my...

My boyfriend manuel makes me feel precious and special. Now i know how beautiful i am. How open i am. And how loving i can be. I didn't realize i was precious until i had someone help realize what will the world do without me??(:

I think this culture of openness is a disaster... My biggest gift... a gift of loyalty is meaningless... I am the only one who values it? Maybe... The point is to feel fine with whatever happens to you, right?... Do you know who the...

I only joined this group because I like to say "I'm Precious, Precious Jones"!

I was thrilled to learn that this site really existed. I decided to join in the hope of corresponding with people of like mind.
I am seeking an open minded woman that would entertain the prospect for a long term adult nursing...

Does no one understand how I feel inside? Does no one have the Heart to open their ears and listen??