Forever Young

I'd like to add another point. She's just lovable. She's already dying. I wish something could be done, but it can't.
I wish her all the best.

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the never ending ignorance and malice is astounding. it is impossible for one thing to affect another without as a result it equally affecting it self. newton's third law of motion. beware of your malice. or as sidhartha guatma said, and i paraphrase 'one can only hate oneself just as one can only love oneself because in actuality we are all one'

At least one person on Metacafe that doesn't just live to flame stuff or live for pornography.

it's fake!

yeah its fake its not a real baby omg u idiot

some people can be like that u know
we r luky

indeed

that's right

would be someone else to take care of her

I bet it was DaVinci, or bethoven, or... Einstein?

Beethoven right, please. He's an amazing composer, though I personally think Bach is better.

she's so sweet, I hope there's always someone to take care of her

You would think with her 12 years of age she'd know how to talk, walk, or use crutches or something to balance herself. But it just shows that most of learning those things comes automatically when your brain develops. I mean, if wolves had minds, and you were raised by a wolf, you indeed would catch on to all there ways of living and pretty much be a wolf with different proportions and colors.

12years=6months 6months=.5 ok
24=1 36=1.5 48=2 60=2.5 72=3 84=3.5 96=4 huge leap 180=7.5years 360=15 720=30 1440=60yyears so this baby will live about 1 millenemium amazing

I think she has developed entirely to that, and is being like that for 12 years... or not?!

because she is sick it would be amazing though

Oh yeah, heh, forgot something. It's a thought that came to mind this summer after watching some "special" kids playing in a pool.

God makes some people with a small slate so that it only fits the very best of God's writing.

Thanks again for reading.

What I have learned from my experiences in this body are invaluable and far outweigh the negative side effects. What I have learned is of value to others, and so I can share my experience with others. Life is NOT about your body, your mind, your pains, your pleasures, your possessions, your games, your achievements, your failures, your job, your money, your victory, who's right or wrong, who's superior, who's inferior, what you did, what you're planning to do. Life is only about one simple thing. Life is about how you face life RIGHT NOW. How do you respond to things RIGHT NOW. What thoughts do you cultivate in your mind RIGHT NOW. What emotions do you feel RIGHT NOW. Yesterday does not matter anymore. Tomorrow never gets here. We're not even alive all of "today". We're only alive RIGHT NOW. So how do people face it? Some respond to this story with hatred, anger. Some respond with compassion, love. I expect both to be there, because that is life. I'm indifferent to it. I choose what I want. I say what I think and feel. It makes it easy to spot what type of person you are, and whether or not you're worth my precious time and energy, RIGHT NOW. Maybe you're an immature, stifled, closed-minded jerk today, but perhaps you have the capacity to grow, and perhaps not. I'm not the knower of such things. I could care less. All that matters to me is who you are being RIGHT NOW. Finally, this girl looks very happy. She's smiling and laughing. She's adorable. She's surrounded by parents who love her. Her body and mind may not have developed much, but I tell you what, she knows a hell of a lot more about love and compassion than most of you will ever learn in a lifetime with your "flawless" genetically engineered bodies. Happiness, love, joy, contentedness, compassion, all of these things come from inside, from outside, from a place we were before and we'll be after, but they don't come from the body or mind. Thus neither will pain nor pleasure, affluence nor poverty, genius nor retardation, strength nor weakness, youth nor seniority be the measure by which you come to attain these things. You create them RIGHT NOW. And having created them in the past or plans for it in the future do not matter. Only what you make of this moment matters. Let me close with this famous saying: Please grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Thanks and have a nice life, live it well, live it full, live it proud.

I was highly sought after by Intel, but the work was a bit too much for me. Special shoes, face mask, 3-piece suits (boots, body, hood), 12 hour shifts, lots of small tools and smaller screws, nuts and bolts), lots of walking, of stairs, easy to trip (bad when carrying $2-3 million in product, or bumping a $7 million machine or rack full of $6-9 million in product). I never broke anything. A buddy did though, and he had no physical disability. Besides the physical agony every night. For the first 2.5 weeks I did not sleep much at night. I merely laid in bed, silent, while tears seeped out of my eyes. Tears of both joy and pain, because I loved that job, the money, the prestige, the self pride, and mostly the people. The factory engineer who hired me was taking an adult education course to study a book. "A Brief History of Time by Stephen W. Hawking". Imagine that. We can be both students and teachers to each other. After the program, I worked at a software company in web development. Not much to say there, but I was a goto guy to fix things that were broken and nobody knew how to fix. One such outing led to an email support dialog with a software vendor, which result in a job offer, weekend interview, 2 week interview, and 13 months employment. :D I liked working at this new job, a small internet company. We did it all, hosting (DNS, web, email, database, e-commerce), co-lo, ISP, programming, consulting. Survived a ruptured appendix, which I left untreated for 2.5 weeks, having not realized it was my appendix. The second or third time I cheated death. :D Eventually, depression got the better of me again, and I left work. And 5 years go by battling depression this time. And here I am, coming out of it again with renewed vigor and fervor. :D Life is sometimes amazingly good and sometimes devastatingly bad. It is what it is and you can only do what is in your power to do, and you do the best you can. I'm glad to have lived. In today's world, with the convenience and tolerance and proliferation of both A******n and euthanasia, life is in danger of becoming a throw-away commodity, and choosing who lives or dies based on genetics is dangerously close to eugenics, fascism, prejudice. I'd just like to point out... just because you are too much of a coward and ignoramus to ever imagine yourself living in any sort of challenging body, that does not give you the right to choose whether or not I will live. And another thing about being "different" or challenged, it serves the purpose of a mirror or filter. The magic of people like me is that I instantly get to see what is in your heart, what kind of person you are, and what you are capable of. This girl gives us a chance to show compassion, and unconditional, eternal love. There is no greater gift to the world, and nothing more sorely needed in this world. Without exercising these behaviors, they'll atrophy.

Came to the realization that professional athletes are sissies. I could do nothing to repair my knees, hips, or back, and no typical pain or anti-inflammatory or brace would help. I did as much bike riding as I could until I could not ride any more. My muscles are strong enough, I have enough energy, but most importantly is stamina, the ability to go on thousands of times longer than that "sprint" energy. When muscles are simply lead, burning, dead, heavy, numb, unresponsive, cramped, in pain. I would tell my self things such as "I have will so I will move. My will is absolute." and I would keep going. In hindsight I should have not pushed myself so hard, but maybe spread out and rested a bit now and then. But such is the nature of youth, angst, and passion. :D Age 19, dropped out of college. Turns out I have difficulty reading and comprehending literature and philosophy. I learn best conversationally. The same material, but different mediums make all the difference. Go figure. But chronic pain yields chronic depression and severe anxiety. I could no longer cope with the skills I had. I could no longer fake it or push through either. Age 20, took a second try at post-secondary school, this time a vocational-technical school with a 2-year certificate program. I studied Electro Mechanical Technology in the Semiconductor Manufacturing Environment (EMT/SME). I wrote one essay and won a $2,000 scholarship from Digital Equipment Corporation. I excelled in all my courses. I always put everyone else ahead of me, I made time to make sure I could help anyone in my class before I finished my own work. My work was no challenge to me, it was more of a formality, and I was lazy. :p It was more fun to talk with people, and to help people, and see that spark of understanding, and see them spread that on to others, so we could all benefit from the knowledge and improve our chances to improve our situations in life. Besides, by helping someone else learn, it raises their questions and forces me to make sure I know what I am talking about. It burns the knowledge more strongly into my mind, but also makes it more flexible and adaptable to new situations. After the first year, 30 of us applied for 1 of 6 openings at Intel's FAB 17 (in Hudson, MA, formerly DEC's FAB 6). I was hired by the factory engineer and worked in photolithography (cleanroom, making chips, Alpha and StrongARM, Waves, Particles, Structure of Matter, light's wave-particle duality, it's interaction with matter, comes to mind). I had 2 mentors. Within 4 weeks I was almost indistinguishable from workers with 10-20 years experience. :p I learn best by conversation and hands on experience. ;) Near the end of year 2 at the program, I was awarded the Massachusetts' Statewide "Technical Student of the Year Award (1999)". I was one of 48 students to get an award that year, out of 33,000 technical students across the state.

No, she doesn't have Progeria....that's a syndrome that only effects physical growth, their mental growth is comparable to normal children their age. And as for the difference in the way Brooke looks....it's because she's had strokes, seizures, ulcers, and tumors. If it weren't for that, she would look just like a baby all around. But she's still cute.

And as for someone saying that the couple should just adopt healthy kids...um, they have three other daughters, one of which is actually younger than Brooke, all healthy.

lay off the weed

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Do you have something against glasses or geeks? Geeks rule! Well, not internet geeks, but video game geeks, html geeks, and regular geeks.

And LOTR geeks.

...mate

From...Doctor Who?

How long do u really think she will leave? I think she will die soon because u heard the newslady she suffers from a shitload of diseases and she WILL die in the near future, one other reason i think is that her brain is outgrowing her head and her brain will soon have no more room to grow . . .

you are so stupid...the brain doesn't grow amrt ass..it stays at the same size..pay attention in school..please...or stop saying whatever comes in your head

well for the brain it is not growing at the speed it does

You're a breath of fresh air :o)

You're a breath of fresh air :o)

Right ok, thats your opinion and it is valid. I was just sayin that is what i would prefer if i was in that situation. However I can see ur point too. And btw theres no need 2 tell me 2 mature 4 voicing my opinion as you just did exactly the same thing. Our opinions contradict but just imagine having to live like that yourslef. My point was it must b terrible for her but i guess if she hasnt mentally maturde then it doesnt matter.

do like children??do you often fantesize about having sex with them.....GET HELP!!

"god does miraculous things"?? how is being severely physically and mentally retarded a miracle? she's blessed to have parents that love her so much, but who would wish this "miracle" upon their child?

no, no! i didnt mean it like that! i meant that god does miracoulous things like giving her good parents. she could have ended up with parents who dumped her on the street! but she didnt! she got people who love and care about her and THAT, that is the miracle.

will live forever. she has a body and mind of a 6 month old, wich is good. the only reason we die is cus our brain starts to not recognize things anymore, so theres lack of protein so youll die. SHES GONNA LIVE FOREVER!!