HUMAN Brain is too efficient

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are witren, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. 

But even...

English is actually is simple compared to the others especially the morphology and syantax , thus our brain is perfect in reading this easy language . About the pronounciation, most words are derived from latin, and we obey the spelling, besides, if every word is pronounce and respelled:

Just look them up - and goose and choose 
And cork and work and card and ward 
And font and front and word and sword, 
And do and go and thwart and cart - 
Come, come, I've hardly made a start!

would become 

Jvst lwk them vp - a.nd gus a.nd chuz 
A.nd kork a.nd wrk a.nd card a.nd word 
A.nd font a.nd fr'vnt a.nd wrd a.nd sord, 
A.nd du a.nd go' a.nd thwort a.nd kart - 
com, com, aiv hardly meid 'a start! 

it is to make variations in words and better clarity.

The beginning of man

On the 6th day God created cows, monkeys, dogs , human and various other creatures. This is a story about just those 4 creatures mentioned above, telling about the rest will be quite impossible to fit in here.

When God created cows, He told the cows "you will labor hard to plow the fields and some of you will be milked dry. I will bless you with 50 years of life" The cows replied "since our life are going to be so hard please kindly give us just half of it and make it 25 years" and God agreed.

When God created monkeys, He told the monkeys "you will hang from trees to trees and enjoy their fruits. I will bless you with 35 years of life" The monkeys replied "since our life are going to be so meaningless please take back 20 years and kindly give us just 15 years" and God agreed.

When God created dogs, He told the dogs "you will sit around guarding houses and bark at those who come or passes by. I will bless you with 20 years of life" The dogs replied "since our life are going to be so boring, 10 years will be enough. So please take back the remaining 10 years " and God agreed.

Then God created man. He told the man "you will be protected, you'll be well provided and you will party and be merry. I will bless you with 25 years of life" The man replied "wow thats really great, please give me the 25 years that the cows gave back, the 20 years that the monkeys refused and the 10 years that the dogs didn't want. I want to live for 80 years." and God agreed.

And this is why from birth till the age of 25, men usually live a great life of partying and was well protected and well provided for.
From the age of 26 to 50, men labor hard and some get milked dry by their family/relatives/peers.
From the age of 51 till 70 they hang out at their kids' houses and try to enjoy the fruits of their labor.
From the age of 71 till 80 they sit around and often 'bark' at people who come or passes by.

We're In This Together

If life were easy, it would be a playground. Life's not easy, we just have to take it one step at a time. Life throws a lot of twists and turns at us and we just have to face them no matter how unreasonable or tough. Sometimes I try to give up but I won't let myself because I know I can do something about it. Some kids commit suicide for some depressing and sad reasons. Not all bad things have to end in suicide. Things can change and get better. This is the story of "Kiley Jones".

It was like any other day first the beating and the screaming, then the crying and release. Kiley's sister was the brat, the imperfect girl, the dissapointment, so her parents thought. Everyday Kiley watched her sister be beat by their cruel parents. They loved Kiley very much but not Merissa(Kiley's sister). As if it wasn't bad enough, Merissa was already cutting herself every day after the beating. Kiley couldn't stand it. One day Kiley came home right when her mom slapped Merissa. Merissa ran off into her room. Kiley decided to follow. Kiley scooted open the door as she saw something she never wanted to see. The deepest cut Merissa had ever made up her right arm. Kiley ran to Merissa's side. "No! Kiley screamed, it doesn't have to end this way!" her scream scratching her throat. Merissa barely opened her eyes and lifted her hand, "It's what t-t-they would h-a-ave wanted." she stammered barely able to speak. Kiley looked at her sister with a wet face and dry throat, "I'm getting help." she cried "Don't bother. I'll be happier in heaven." Merissa struggled to say. Kiley rushed her to the hospital, pushing through their parents. Merissa lay in the hospital bed healthy as ever. Kiley looked at her sister with a smile, "We're in this together and I'll always protect you. We're safe now."

Heartbeat of life

The flames increased as i tried to reach the door. I saw them coming towards me as if people trying to grab a hold of me. Like they wanted to eat me alive. Engolf me in their misery. I stepped back and than i felt something behind me. I turned around I felt myself go into shock as i looked at what was in front of me. All that use to be there was covered in flames. Everything was out of control and than suddenly i spotted a piece of wood. It was big enough to push down the wall. I knew i wasnt strong enough but, i had to try. I took the piece of wood and jabbed it at the window. It started to move and than once i knew i could do it i kept jabbing. And finally, when i saw the window fall off i quickly skipped to it. I looked out and i saw a net was made below. No one could enter the building so it had been all up to me and i had did it. I felt so happy to have made it back alive. And than i heard something very strange from behind me. I looked around and than right beneath the burning table on the oppisite side of the room layed a little girl. She was looking at me. I never saw her before and it came to me that maybe she had fainted. Well there she was looking at me and at that moment god tested me. I had to choose between myself and that beautiful baby girl. Was i willing to give it all up? I looked over the window and before i could change my mind i quickly ran to the other side of the room and as fast as i could knocked down the table and grabbed the girl. I felt her tense and through her chest i could hear her beautiful little heart. The way it was pumping life into her. How it kept her alive. I had to help her get out. I just knew that i had to. The path to the window was all engulfed in flames already so there was no point to go back. I ran with the girl till i found what i was looking for. There was the other window. As i expected it was also covered in flames but, it was more safe than the other window. I took a step to the window and heard it crack. Something told me this building was just about to give out and we would both go down if i did nothing. I made a quick leap to the window. I tried to push it up and it wouldnt move. I frantically scanned the room until i spotted a knife. It was small but, it would work. I grabbed it and started to pick the window. I knew that the building was just about to cave in any second. But, as i thought all i kept hearing was her little heart. The thing i had to keep alive. The window thankfully opened and i looked down and the net was still there. She would be safe. When i put her over the edge she got scared and i felt her pull back in. I looked her and all i did was look. In my eyes all i said was you could do it. You can jump dont worry about me. I couldnt speak beacuse i had cut my back when i had grabbed her. I didnt want to scare her but i felt every ounce of myself leave. I felt her close her eyes and than i let her go and i saw her go down to the net as a angel. I saw her look up and scream for me and i pulled myself back over the edge. I looked around and suddenly everything fell. I collapsed. I felt the wood pierce my body as if i was made out of rubber. I closed my eyes and all i could hear was that heart and i never heard anything except it.

Last words

One day a girl, Sara, who was fifteen years old, came home from school in a very bad mood. She'd had a fight with her best friend that day and it hadn't turned out well at all.
"Sara!" her mom yelled. "What are you doing? You know to do your chores right when you get home! And you're late!"
"Coming, Mom!" Sara yelled, getting up and stomping towards the kitchen. "What?" she snapped as her mother gave her a stern look, annoyed.
"You'd better straighten up your attitude, young lady," her mom warned, "or you'll be grounded."
"Whatever." Sara began to throw around the dishes in the sink, trying to make as much noise as she possibly could. A plate cracked and cut her hand. Sara cursed.
"Sara!" her mom exclaimed. "How dare you use that language! Go to your room!"
"No!" Sara yelled, throwing down the towel she was using to wipe the blood off her hand.
"Do you want to say 'no' one more time and see what happens?" her mom asked. She looked furious.
"Sure," Sara said sarcastically. "No."
"How dare you!" Her mother slapped her.
Sara shrank back, staring incredulously at her mom. She had never hit Sara before.
"I HATE YOU!" Sara screamed before running out of the house.
"Sara, get back here!" her mom yelled, running after her.
"Leave me alone!" Sara screamed, running across the street. "I HATE YOU!" she screamed again.
She continued running until she heard the sound of screeching tires and a scream. She turned around, hoping that it wouldn't be what she thought it would be....
People were crowding around Sara's mother, who was laying in the middle of the street, looking broken, bloody.
"NOOOO!" Sara screamed, running over and pushing through everyone to kneel by her mom. "Oh no, oh no...."
Her mom wasn't moving or breathing. She was gone. Sara tipped back her head and wailed to the sky, sobbing so hard it hurt.
She couldn't believe the last words she had spoken to her mother were "I hate you".

To everyone out there who tells your parents or friends you hate them, or any other rude thing, remember it might be the last thing you ever say to them.

"how much your daddy makes an hour??"

With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work, "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, son, not even your mother knows that. Don't bother me now, I'm tired."

"But Daddy, just tell me please!? How much do you make an hour," the boy insisted.

The father finally giving up replied: " Twenty dollars per hour."
"Okay, Daddy? Could you loan me ten dollars?" the boy asked.

Showing restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled:
"So that was the reason you asked how much I earn, right?? Go to sleep and don't bother me anymore!"

It was already dark and the father was meditating on what he had said and was feeling guilty. Maybe he thought, his son wanted to buy something.

Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son's room.
"Are you asleep son?" asled the father.
"No, Daddy. Why?" replied the boy partially asleep.
"Here's the money you asked for earlier," the father said.

"Thanks, Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his pillow and removing some money.

"Now I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!" the boy said to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son just said. "Daddy could you sell me one hour of your time?"