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A Description Of Mercy

As when the cheerfull sunne, damping wide
Glads all the world with his uprising ray,
And wooes the widow'd earth afresh to pride,
And paints her bosome with the fiovvrie May,
Her silent sister steals him quite away,
Wrapt in a sable cloud, from mortall eyes:
The hastie starres at noon begin to rise,
And headlong to his early roost the sparrow flies:

But soon as he again disshadow'd is,
Restoring the blind world his blemisht sight,
As though another day were newly ris,
The coozned birds busily take their flight,
And wonder at the shortnesse of the night ;
So Mercie once againe herself displayes
Out from her sisters cloud, and open layes
Those sunshine looks, whose beams would dim a thousand dayes.

How may a worm, that crawls along the dust,
Clamber the azure mountains, thrown so high,
And fetch from thence thy fair idea just,
That in those sunny courts doth hidden lie,
Cloath'd with such light as blindes the angel's eye?
How may weak mortall ever hope to file
His unsmooth tongue, and his depostrate stile?
O raise thou from his corse thy now entomb'd exile !

One touch would rouze me from my sluggish hearse,
One word would call me to my wished home,
One look would polish my afflicted verse,
One thought would steal my soul from her thick lome,
And force it wandring up to heav'n to come,
There to importune, and to beg apace
One happy favour of thy sacred grace,
To see—what though it lose her eyes ?—to see thy face.

If any ask why roses please the sight ?
Because their leaves upon thy cheeks do bowre:
If any ask why lilies are so white ?
Because their blossomes in thy hand do flowre
Or why sweet plants so gratefull odours showre ?
It is because thy breath so like they be:
Or why the orient sunne so bright we see ?
What reason can we give but from thine eies and thee?

Ros'd in all lovely crimsin are thy cheeks,
Where beauties indeflourishing abide,
And as to passe his fellow either seeks,
Seems both do blush at one another's pride;
And on thine eyelids, waiting thee beside,
Ten thousand graces sit, and when they move
To earth their amourous belgards from above,
They flie from heav'n, and on their wings convey thy love.

All of discolour'd plumes their wings are made,
And with so wondrous art the quills are wrought,
That whensoere they cut the ayrie glad,
The winde into their hollow pipes is caught,
As seems the spheres with them they down have brought:
Like to the sev'n-fold reed of Arcadie
Which Pan of Syrinx made, when she did flie
To Ladon sands, and at his sighs sung merrily.

As melting hony dropping from the combe,
So still the words that spring between thy lips;
Thy lips where smiling sweetnesse keeps her home,
And heav'nly eloquence pure manna sips :
He that his pen but in that fountain dips,
How nimbly will the golden phrases flie,
And shed forth streams of choicest rhetorie,
Welling celestiall torrents out of poesie !

Like as the thirstie land, in summer's heat,
Calls to the clouds, and gapes at ev'ry showre
As though her hungry clefts all heav'n would eat,
Which if high God into her bosome poure,
Though much refresht, yet more she could devoure;
So hang the greedie eares of angels sweet,
And ev'ry breath a thousand Cupids meet,
Some flying in, some out, and all about her fleet.

Upon her breast Delight doth softly sleep,
And of eternal joy is brought abed,
Those snowie mountelets, through which do creep
The milkie rivers, that are inly bred
In silver cisterns, and themselves do shed
To wearie travellers, in heat of day
To quench their fierie thirst, and to allay
With dropping nectar-flouds the furie of their way.

If any wander, thou dost call him back;
If any be not forward, thou incit'st him;
Thou dost expect, if any should grow slack;
If any seem but willing, thou invit'st him ;
Or if he do offend thee, thou acquit'st him :
Thou find'st the lost, and follow'st him that flies,
Healing the sick, and quickning him that dies,
Thou art the lame man's friendly staffe, the blinde man's eyes.

So fair thou art, that all would thee behold;
But none can thee behold, thou art so fair;
Pardon, O pardon then thy vassall bold,
That with poore shadows strives thee to compare,
And match the things, which he knows matchlesse are.
O thou vive mirrour of celestiall grace,
How can frail colours pourtraict out thy face,
Or paint in flesh thy beautie in such 'semblance base ?

Her upper garment was a silken lawn,
With needlework richly embroidered,
Which she herself with her own had drawn,
And all the world therein had pourtrayed,
With threeds so fresh and lively coloured,
That seem'd the world she new created there;
And the mistaken eye would rashly sweare
The silken trees did grow, and the beasts living were.

Low at her feet the Earth was cast alone,
(As though to kisse her foot it did aspire,
And gave itself for her to tread upon,)
With so unlike and different attire,
That ev'ry one that saw it did admire
What it might be, was of so various hew;
For to itself it oft so diverse grew,
That still it seem'd the same, and still it seem'd a new.

And here and there few men she scattered,
(That in their thought the world esteem but small.
And themselves great,) but she with one fine threed
So short, and small, and slender, wove them all,
That like a sort of busy ants, that crawl
About some molehill, so they wandered;
And round about the waving sea was shed:
But, for the silver sands, small pearls were sprinkled.

So curiously the underwork did creep,
And curling circlets so well shadowed lay,
That afar off the waters seem'd to sleep ;
But those that neare the margin pearl did play,
Hoarcely enwaved were with hastie sway,
As though they meant to rock the gentle eare,
And hush the former that enslumbred were
And here a dangerous rock the flying ships did fear.

High in the airie element there hung
Another cloudy sea, that did disdain
(As though his purer waves from heaven sprung)
To crawl on earth, as doth the sluggish main :
But it the earth would water with his rain,
That eb'd and flow'd, as winde and season would,
And oft the sunne would cleave the limber mould,
To alabaster rocks, that in the liquid rowl'd.

Beneath those sunny banks a darker cloud,
Dropping with thicker dew, did melt apace,
And bent itself into a hollow shroud,
On which, if Mercy did but cast her face,
A thousand colours did the bow enchace,
That wonder was to see the silk distain'd
With the resplendance from her beauty gain'd,
And Iris paints her locks with beams so lively feign'd.

About her head a Cyprus heav'n she wore,
Spread like a veil upheld with silver wire,
In which the starres so burnt in golden ore,
As seem'd the azure web was all on fire:
But hastily, to quench their sparkling ire,
A floud of milk came rowling up the shore,
That on his curded wave swift Argus bore,
And the immortall swan, that did her life deplore.

Yet strange it was so many starres to see,
Without a sunne to give their tapers light:
Yet strange it was not, that it so should be;
For, where the sunne centers himself by right,
Her face and locks did flame, that at the sight
The heav'nly veil, that else should nimbly move,
Forgot his flight, and all incensed with love,
With wonder and amazement, did her beauty prove.

Over her hung a canopie of state,
Not of rich tissew, nor of spangled gold,
But of a substance though not animate,
Yet of a heav'nly and spirituall mold,
That onely eyes of spirits might behold;
Such light as from main rocks of diamound,
Shooting their sparks at Phoebus, would rebound,
And little angels, holding hands, danct all around.

Seemed those little sprights, through nimblesse bold,
The stately canopy bore on their wings,
But them itself, as pendants, did uphold,
Besides the crowns of many famous kings :
Among the rest, there David ever sings,
And now, with yeares grown young, renews his laves
Unto his golden harp, and dities pi ayes,
Psalming aloud in well-tun'd songs his Maker's praise.

Thou Self-idea of all joyes to come,
Whose love is such, would make the rudest speak.
Whose love is such, would make the wisest dumbe,
O, when wilt thou thy too long silence break,
And overcome the strong to save the weak ?
If thou no weapons hast, thine eyes will wound
Th' Almightie's self, that now stick on the ground,
As though some blessed object there did them empound.

Ah ! miserable abject of disgrace,
What happiness is in thy miserie !
I both must pitie and envie thy case;
For she, that is the glory of the skie,
Leaves heaven blinde, to fix on thee her eye.
Yet her (though Mercie's self esteems not small)
The world despis'd, they her Repentance call,
And she herself despises, and the world, and all.

Deeply, alas ! empassioned she stood,
To see a flaming brand tost up from hell,
Boyling her heart in her own lustfull blood,
That oft for torment she would loudly yell
Now she would sighing sit, and now she fell
Crouching upon the ground, in sackcloth trust;
Early and late she played, and fast she must,
And all her hair hung full of ashes and of dust.

Of all most hated, yet hated most of all
Of her own self she was ; disconsolat
(As though her flesh did but infunerall
Her buried ghost) she in an arbour sat
Of thornie briar, weeping her cursed state ;
And her before a hastie river fled,
Which her blintje eves with faithfull penance fed,
And, all about, the grasse with teares hung down his head.

Her eyes, though blinde abroad, at home kept fast,
Inwards they turn'd, and lookt into her head,
At which she often started as agast.
To see so fearfull spectacles of dread ;
And with one hand her breast she martyred,
Wounding her heart the same to mortifie;
The other a fair damsell held her by,
Which if but once let go, she sunk immediatly.

But Faith was quick, and nimble as the heav'n,
As if of love and light she all had been,
And though of present sight her sense were reav'n,
Yet she could see the things could not be seen :
Beyond the starres, as nothing were between,
She fixed her sight, disdaining things below :
Into the sea she could a mountain throw,
And make the sunne to stand, and waters backwards flow.

Such when as Mercy her beheld from high,
In a dark valley, drown'd with her own teares,
One of her graces she sent hastily,
Smiling Eirene, that a garland weares
Of guilded olive on her fairer haires,
To crown the fainting soul's true sacrifice,
Whom when as sad Repentance coming spies,
The holy desperado wipt her smiling eyes.

But Mercie felt a kind remorse to runne
Through her soft vains, and therefore, hying fast
To give an end to silence, thus begunne :—
' Aye-honour'd Father, if no joy thou hast
But to reward desert, reward at last.'
The devil's voice spoke with a serpent's tongue,
Fit to hisse out the words so deadly stung,
And let him die, death's bitter charms so sweetly sung.

He was the father of that hopeless season,
That, to serve other gods, forgot their own,
The reason was, thou wast above their reason :
They would have any gods rather than none,
A beastly serpent, or a senseless stone:
And these, as Justice hates, so I deplore;
But the upplowed heart, all rent and tore,
Thou wounded by itself, I gladly would restore.

He was but dust ; why fear'd he not to fall ?
And, being fall'n, how can he hope to live ?
Cannot the hand destroy him that made all ?
Could he not take away, as well as give ?
Should man deprave, and should not God deprive ?
Was it not all the world's deceiving spirit
(That, bladder'd up with pride of his own merit,
Fell in his rise,) that him of heav'n did disinherit ?

He was but dust ; how could he stand before him ?
And, being fall'n, why should he fear to die ?
Cannot the hand that made him first, restore him ?
Deprav'd of sinne, should he deprived lie
Of grace ? can he not hide infirmitie
That gave him strength ? unworthy the forsaking,
He is, whoever weighs, without mistaking,
Or Maker of the man, or manner of his making.

Who shall thy temple incense any more,
Or at thy altar crown the sacrifice,
Or strew with idle flow'rs the hallow'd flore ?
Or what should prayer deck with herbs and spice
Her vialls breathing orisons of price ?
If all must pay that which all cannot pay,
O first begin with me, and Mercie slay,
And thy thrice-honoured Sonne that now beneath doth stray.

But if or he, or I, may live and speak,
And heaven can joy to see a sinner weep,
O let not Justice' iron sceptre break
A heart alreadie broke, that low doth creep,
And with prone humblesse her feet's dust doth sweep.
Must all go by desert ? is nothing free ?
Ah ! if but those that onely wTorthy be,
None shoidd thee ever see, none should thee ever see.

What hath man done, that man shall not undo,
Since God to him is grown so neare akin ?
Did his foe slay him ? he shall slay his foe:
Hath he lost all ? he all again shall vvinne:
Is sinne his master ? he shall master sinne.
Too hardy soul, with sinne the field to trie:
The onely way to conquer was to flie,
But thus long death hath liv'd, and now death's self shall die.

He is a path, if any be misled ;
He is a robe, if any naked be :
If any chance to hunger, he is bread ;
If any be a bondman, he is free ;
If any be but weak, how strong is he !
To dead men life he is, to sick men health ;
To blinde men sight, and to the needie wealth—
A pleasure without losse, a treasure without stealth.

Who can forget,—never to be forgot—
The time that ail the world in slumber lies,
When like the starres, the singing angels shot
To earth, and heaven awaked all his eyes,
To see another sunne at midnight rise
On earth ? was never sight of pareil fame ;
For God before man like himself did frame,
But God himself now like a mortal man became.

A childe he was, and had not learnt to speak,
That with his word the world before did make ;
His mother's arms him bore, he was so weak,
That with one hand the vaults of heaven couldshake.
See how small room my infant Lord doth take,
Whom all the world is not enough to hold!
Who of his yeares, or of his age, hath told ?
Never such age so young, never a childe so old.

And yet but newly he was infanted,
And yet alreadie he was sought to die ;
Yet scarcely born, alreadie banished ;
Nor able yet to go, and forc't to flie :
But scarcely fled away, when, by and by,
The tyrant's gword with bloud is all defil'd,
And Rachel, for her sonnes, with furie wild,
Cries, O thou cruell king, and, O my sweetest childe.

Egypt his nurse became, where Nilus springs,
Who straight to entertain the rising sunne
The hasty harvest in his bosome brings;
But now for drieth the fields were all undone,
And now with waters all is overrunne !
So fast the Cynthian mountains pour'd their snow,
'When once they felt the Sunne so neare them glow,
That Nilus Egypt lost, and to a sea did grow.

The Angels carol'd loud their song of peace ;
The cursed oracles were strucken dumbe,
To see their Shepherd the poore shepherds presse ;
To see their King the kingly sophies come ;
And them to guide unto his Master's home
A starre comes dauncing up the Orient,
That springs for joy over the strawy tent,
Where gold, to make their Prince a crown, they all present.

Young John, glad childe ! before he could be born,
Leapt in the wombe his joy to prophecie ;
Old Anna, though with age all spent and worn,
Proclaims her Saviour to posteritie,
And Simeon fast his dying notes doth plie.
Oh, how the blessed souls about him trace!
It is the Sire of heaven thou dost embrace :
Sing, Simeon, sing—sing, Simeon, sing apace!

With that the mighty thunder dropt away
From God's unwarie arm, now milder grown,
And melted into teares ; as if to pray
For pardon, and for pitie, it had known,
That should have been for sacred vengeance thrown:
There too the armies angelique devow'd
Their former rage, and all to Mercy bow'd:
Their broken weapons at her feet they gladly strow'd.

' Bring, bring, ye Graces, all your silver flaskets,
Painted with every choicest flowre that growes,
That I may soon unflow'r your fragrant baskets,
To strow the fields with odours where he goes ;
Let whatsoere he treads on be a rose.'
So down she let her eyelids fall, to shine
Upon the rivers of bright Palestine,
Whose woods drop honey, and her rivers skip with wine.

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From the moment host Reba McEntire interrupted presenters Sugarland during the 2018 ACM Awards to let the world know that Chris Stapleton and wife Morgane’s twins had been born, country music fans have wondered how the little rascals have been doing.

And on Tuesday (April 17,) they got their answer, as Stapleton tweeted:

Morgane followed Tuesday afternoon with a photo of the couple's new sons, plus a note about their early arrival and NICU stay. "At more than a month early, we had a week long stay in the nicu & the incredible people there kept our boys healthy & happy. Words cannot express our gratitude for you all & what you did for our family," she says, calling out Centennial Women’s & Children’s Hospital in Nashville.

One can imagine that the last few days have been an emotional whirlwind for Stapleton and his family, both personally and professionally. Not only was Sunday (April 15) Stapleton's birthday, but it also was the day that he won ACM Awards for both Album of the Year and Male Vocalist of the Year. The recent birth of his twin boys kept the Kentucky native from being able to travel to Las Vegas to accept the award, but he was right where he needed to be.

Did You See These OMG Moments at the ACM Awards?!

His week got even better on Tuesday, as he received the news that he is nominated for five Billboard Music Awards, including Top Billboard 200 Artist, Top Selling Album, Top Country Album, Top Country Artist and Top Country Male Artist. The 2018 Billboard Music Awards will air live from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas on May 20 and will be broadcast live on NBC for the first time.

More Country Singers Who've Welcomed Babies in 2018

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We have plenty of open roads across the South Plains, but not many corners or tracks to enjoy the handling of some of our more nimble vehicles.

Fortunately, one organization in the area holds several events throughout the year to allow some motorists the opportunity to hoon their vehicles in a way not available on your normal street.

The Porsche Club of America – West Texas Region offers a series of autocross events throughout the year that allows drivers to learn about car control and how their vehicle handles in a tight circuit.

While their autocrosses are beginner-level competitive driving autocross events, drivers only compete against their own time and the cones that outline the track.

In a participant’s first two autocross event, they are paired with an experienced driver that will help the motorist improve their driving on these circuits.

Porsche 914-6 - Cole Shooter, KFYO.com

The event is open to more than just Porsche owners. At the event which I attended on June 7th, 2014, I also got to see Mustangs, Subarus, Hondas, BMWs, Nissans, and Audis bolting around their circuit, which was set up in the northwest parking lot of the South Plains Mall.

Only 40 entries are allowed per event, and each participant gets to run multiple laps around their circuit, made entirely out of small traffic cones, which do often wind up knocked around a bit. The upside is when the cones inevitably get knocked over, there’s no damage to the vehicle.

Though the June 7th autocross has passed, the local PCA has three more scheduled for 2014. They will be held on July 12th, August 16th, and September 20th.

Brian Harnish, who is the lead organizer of the autocross events, very graciously invited me to the event and let me ride with some of the attendees, which was a big thrill.

I didn’t want to take my questionably-classic BMW 7-Series around their track, because while I have no concern that the front end could handle their tight turns, I’m certain that the rear end would take out as many cones as possible. After all, you can only use the excuse of a failed Scandinavian Flick once or twice before people start to get annoyed with destroyed cones.

Because of my penchant for massive sedans favored by the octogenarian crowd, I was able to ride with two participants, and poorly filmed my experiences. Video of those laps are available below.

There are some vehicles that would not be suitable for this type of event. Ford Explorers likely wouldn’t make it through the first turn, so higher-profile SUVs and the like are not allowed to participate.

I swear that my head didn't seem that big - Cole Shooter, KFYO.com

After a rather disgraceful effort of fitting myself in (and immediately out of) Harnish’s roll cage-equipped Porsche 944S, Harnish said to just ask anybody about to take a run if I could ride with them. I was very surprised at how welcoming and friendly the participants were about letting me ride with them.

I first rode in Dr. Andy Gray’s beautiful Porsche 914-6 as he did a masterful job of running the small car around their tight circuit. Though the speeds reached during the laps are not necessarily high, the laps are quite exciting.

I next rode in James Liggett’s VW GTI, which was also quite impressive. The car was completely stock, but in a GTI, it comes well-equipped for this type of event straight from the factory.

Prior to the autocross, drivers review all of the rules, check and service their vehicle’s fluids, tire pressures, and secure all items in the car or remove them.

The events begin at 7 a.m., when drivers show up for a technical inspection of their vehicle and register for the event. The PCA members then lead everyone on a walk of the track and identify challenges for each vehicle. Practice sessions are then allowed, followed by timed sessions.

Each driver receives a warm-up lap and then four timed laps after the practice session.

After the event, everyone helps remove the formidable number of cones comprising the track, and then enjoys some adult beverages and fellowship with their fellow gearheads.

This is a truly wonderful experience for interested motorists, and we’re quite lucky to have an organization putting together this type of event.

You do not have to be a PCA member to participate.

More information is available at wtx.pca.org, including a link to the organization’s Facebook page.


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Fashion week melbourne 2016 dates

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Have you ever thought about fashion as a process with its own laws of development and peculiarities? It has gone through centuries, transforming and changing according to the historical situation and the needs of the society. One of the key features of humanity is a sense of style and beauty, so from Ancient Egypt to the modern time people were using makeup of this or that kind in everyday life.

If we look at today's makeup and cosmetics for Fashion week melbourne 2016 dates, we will definitely see that the range of the products available increased dramatically even comparing to the last couple of decades. Why it happened, and why it is happening now, in front of our eyes? The answer is simple — changing social situation and needs along with the burst of the chemical industry, allowing to create new textures, new products, and concepts. However, the needs of people are the key, as far meeting the customers' expectation and fulfilling their requests, especially the ones, not being proclaimed, is the main task of all the fashion industry in general.


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Madame Tussauds London

We took a little trip to Madame Tussauds London and it was most definitely a fun day out with the kids!

We started off the day by joining a queue specifically for families with buggy’s. Unfortunately you cannot bring your buggy into the attraction so if possible bring a baby carrier if you decide to visit as it will make your life a lot easier!

A cloak room for buggy’s is available free of charge. I must say the staff were extremely slow in taking them and there were restless kids everywhere!

What’s inside ?

You can meet some of your favourite celebs past and present! Some of them are so lifelike it’s a little scary 😀

Spirit of London ride – a little taxi ride that takes you through the history of London! It’s quite cool and there’s lots to see and learn!

Sherlock Holmes Experience – we didn’t try this out as I don’t think it’s suitable for little miss’ age but it’s something worth looking into if you have older kids. There’s also an extra charge for this experience.

The voice chairs – if you’re a fan of the hit tv talent show then you’ll love this! You get the chance to be a judge and try out the super cool spinning chairs!

Madame Tussauds London is a great place to visit if yourself or your kids are big fans of Marvel. You can meet some of your favourite Marvel characters as well as seeing a 4D show staring a few fan favourites! Great fun for the whole family!

It was amazing to see and hear about the whole process of how they make the wax models and it was narrated by Beyoncé. There’s so much thought and detail that goes into each one! This is definitely an attraction I think is worth visiting at least once!

So we got the tickets super cheap again using The Sun Super days again. The promotion has ended for this year but it’s worth checking out the site to keep up to date with when the next promotions start.

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(1893–1966). U.S. playwright and producer Russel Crouse was best known for his partnership with Howard Lindsay. The two coauthored an unbroken string of humorous, successful plays and collaborated on theatrical productions. The team was notable both for its continual successes and for the way the two men complemented each other’s talents.

Crouse was born on February 20, 1893, in Findlay, Ohio. From the age of 17 he worked as a journalist at a variety of newspapers, including the Kansas City Star and, when he moved to New York after World War I, the New York Globe and finally the New York Evening Post, where he stayed until 1931. His first work for the theater was a libretto (the spoken text) for The Gang’s All Here (1931), which ran for only two weeks. He also wrote several nostalgic books in the early 1930s about 19th-century America, including Mr. Currier and Mr. Ives (1930) and It Seems Like Yesterday (1931), which he adapted, with Corey Ford, into the successful play Hold Your Horses (1933).

While trying to salvage a play in 1933, producer Vinton Freedley paired Crouse with Lindsay. The result was Anything Goes (1934) and a partnership that was to expand and mature over the following years. Their longest-playing drama was a 1939 production based on Clarence Day’s book Life with Father, which ran for more than seven years (3,213 performances); the play, the first non-musical work the two had completed, was written in 17 days. When Lindsay and Crouse were offered Arsenic and Old Lace in 1940, they tried their hands at theatrical production, and the result was another success. In 1946 the pair won the Pulitzer prize in drama for State of the Union (1945), which was a satire of American politics. Sections of this play were rewritten every day to correspond to actual events. They also wrote the libretto for the play The Sound of Music (1959). Crouse died in New York on April 3, 1966.


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About 3 days after visiting the ER of a hospital in Seoul (see this link for the story), and getting Tamiflu along with several other medicines, Julianne began to feel worse not better.  We headed back to the hospital last Wednesday morning after she called me at school to say she needed my help.

Arriving at the hospital we headed to the International Foreigner Clinic.  As we walked through the main entrance of the hospital I couldn’t help thinking ‘oh my god, there are so many people coming and going from the hospital, and many of them are elderly, why is there no temperature check and sterile mask check point at the main entrance?’  In the main waiting area just inside the entrance I immediately asked a nurse who was wearing her mask around her neck for two masks for Julianne and I to put on.  While Julianne was not tested for H1N1 during our last visit (not sure why), we were pretty sure that she had it.  We wanted to be responsible and put on masks so that she wouldn’t infect any people inside the hospital . . . I have to be a bit sarcastic here and say that I guess this must be a foreign concept . . . sigh.

After hearing me ask for masks, and saying “H1N1” to the nurse she put on her mask immediately with a very alarmed face.

Julianne and I then headed over to the main desk that has the international clinic sign above it but we were directed to go to the right of the desk and down a hallway about 15 feet to the actual clinic itself.  Apparently there are no English speaking medical staff or clerks posted to the desk in the main lobby where the giant sign is but rather you’ll only find them in the clinic itself.

Arriving at the small office we waited while the secretary (nurse?) kept answering the phone . . . and waited, and waited . . . and then she finally stopped to talk to us.

The nurse (I’m guessing) began asking us why were visiting (apparently failing to notice that BOTH of us were wearing masks) and after hearing “fever” and “Swine Flu” she paused and reached behind her to pick up a N95 mask . . . lol, lucky for her that Julianne already had her mask on, eh?  I don’t know how quickly someone can be infected from talking to a person with the H1N1 virus but if you aren’t wearing your mask and the sick person isn’t wearing a mask I would have to hazard a guess that the odds do increase at least a little that you’re going to be infected . . . sigh.

The nurse asked Julianne for her alien registration card, national health insurance card, and we also gave her the hospital info card.  After typing in some info, and asking Julianne some questions, the nurse took Julianne’s temperature.  It was a little high, and probably would have been higher if Julianne had not already been taking anti-flu meds.  The nurse wrote this info down on a form, and then told us someone would come and take us to the “H1N1 Clinic.”

After waiting about 2 minutes a guy in his late 20s or early 30s showed up to escort us.  He was wearing a mask–wow–and we began walking to wherever the “clinic” was located.  I asked Julianne if she wanted to get a wheelchair but she said no, she’d walk.  I was worried, though, because we didn’t know how far away this “clinic” was and Julianne was VERY weak, and needed to walk very slowly.

Walking outside, I asked the escort if he spoke English and got a quick head shake ‘no.’  We slowly walked across the parking lot, and had to pause while trying to cross a through way because traffic wouldn’t stop for us (why stop for sick people when driving through a hospital? Yes, this pissed me off!).

I asked the escort how much farther away the clinic was because I had the sinking feeling that it could be several hundred meters away . . . he pointed at a place that looked like it was about 50 meters from where we were, so the total distance was about 150 meters from the hospital entrance–this being a great location for sick people to walk when they need to see a doctor, of course–NOT!

Telling myself to calm down, and that things could be worse Julianne and I walk past construction vehicles roaring around, and BEEP BEEP BEEPING as they move materials to see a collection of 4 white tents . . . needless to say we were rather shocked.

Julianne began saying “There’s no way I’m giving blood in there!” and I tried to reassure her that they wouldn’t ask her to do that in an open air tent with construction being done a few feet away from its entrance . . .

Inside the tent we were told to “wait a minute” to which I replied that Julianne needed a place to sit down if we’d be waiting.  We walked over to the waiting area of the tent and sat down.

After waiting about 5 minutes or so the escort called us over and we walked to the 3rd tent area where there were four desks with stools for patients to sit on while a doctor consulted them.  The first doctor that begins talking to Julianne tries to ask a question, stumbles, tries again, stumbles, and then another doctor walks over and begins speaking fluent English to us–THANK YOU!

This guy was awesome!  Good English, friendly, and he also used everyday level vocabulary when asking Julianne questions about her symptoms and why she was visiting the “clinic.”  About one minute into the diagnosis a heavy construction vehicle began doing something just outside the tent wall we were next to.  The beep beep beEP bEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!! became so loud that we could barely hear the doctor speaking–I’m NOT exaggerating.  Julianne was wincing from the volume of the piercing warning sounds of the construction vehicle, and the doctor couldn’t hear her answering his questions so I had to take over.

I told the doctor I couldn’t believe that the hospital was allowing construction near the “H1N1 Clinic,” and I said I felt sorry for all the medical staff having to work under such conditions.  He appreciated the sympathetic comments, and we finished up the diagnosis in spite of the RIDICULOUS noise levels inside the “clinic.”

The doctor came to the conclusion that the Tamiflu was making Julianne’s symptoms too severe and that we’d need to discontinue using it.  He prescribed a different antibiotic, and other medicines for her symptoms.  We were happy to hear that this should help Julianne feel better soon.

The doctor then asked for Julianne’s hospital card so he could put it into a machine that looked like an ATM bank card machine.  He slipped it in and then ran into difficulties–the International Foreign Clinic nurse had failed to input Julianne’s info correctly and she wasn’t in the system as a patient . . . amazing how this can happen TWICE in two visits . . . the doctor was surprised but then volunteered to walk back to the ER desk with me to get Julianne put into the system and organize ordering the prescriptions he had given her.

I asked him if Julianne needed to come with us because it meant walking farther than she had energy for and he suggested that she sit down again in the waiting area while I accompanied him to the ER desk.

After getting Julianne signed in to the system (which should have been done when we first arrived, but hey, maybe that’s not the way things are done? But both times this has happened the doctor and nurse were surprised by it, I don’t know…) the doctor and I headed back to the tents aka “H1N1 Clinic” and Julianne and I thanked him, got Julianne’s prescription printed out from the ATM-type machine, and we left the hospital.

Since Julianne was still feeling really crappy I suggested that we get her back into bed at home, and then I headed out to get her prescriptions.  I walked the short distance from my apartment to a part of Dongdaemun Market that has several pharmacies thinking that ‘a pharmacy is a pharmacy’ and I’d be able to get Julianne her meds and head home quickly . . . WRONG!

After trying 3 different large size pharmacies and failing I realized I had to go back to the hospital area and visit one of the pharmacies sitting just outside the hospital grounds.

Inside I placed my order, but then the pharmacist told me they didn’t have any English instructions for the drugs.  At first she didn’t want to try explaining in English what each drug was, when and how often to take them, and with food or without . . . so I called my co-teacher to help out.  They spoke in Korean for about 2 minutes, and my co-teacher translated the important info for me.  I LOVE MY CO-TEACHER!  And in fairness to the pharmacist medical English is NOT easy, and my Korean is (literally) poor (no, I’m NOT being humble here, lol).

About 10 minutes later Julianne’s drugs were ready and I paid for them and left.  Before leaving, however, the pharmacist explained what each drug was for, when and how often to take them, and a few other details in ENGLISH!  I will never stop being astounded how a Korean can claim to be unable to speak English, or that their English is poor, and then given the right motivation or some time to think things over and build up their confidence how GOOD their English actually is when they try.

I thanked the pharmacist for helping me and headed home to give Julianne her meds.

Thus endeth the . . . 8th (?) trip to a hospital in Korea with Julianne–and let’s hope it’s the last!

Almost two weeks ago Julianne became very ill with flu-like symptoms.  But she didn’t have a fever so we thought, perhaps wrongly (apparently a fever is NOT mandatory to have H1N1), that she probably didn’t have H1N1.  A couple days later she was really sick and having some trouble breathing so we headed to the hospital.

The first contact people in the ER are two clerks behind a counter, and one to two security guards who monitor incoming patients and people.  Considering the hype over H1N1 I was surprised that there wasn’t a person at the door taking everyone’s temperature as they entered the area.  Instead, the security guards hand out masks to incoming people . . . but didn’t seem to be giving them to 100% of the people entering the ER area.  (Also, inside the ER area I only saw about 60-70% of people wearing their masks, some incorrectly, and no one seemed to be asking the people not wearing masks to put them on.)

Since the security guards act as first contact people (after the two clerks) in the entrance of the ER they had sterile masks.  Some of them wore them correctly, while others wore them around their neck with the nose and mouth uncovered . . .

Considering the fact that a security guard comes into contact with EVERY PERSON entering the ER I was rather disgusted with the guards not wearing their masks.  If they did have H1N1 they could be infecting patients and visitors to the ER . . .

Anyways, more on this after I continue the story . . .

Julianne gave her alien registration card, national health insurance booklet, and hospital info card to the two clerks at the desk who then waved us through to the ER doors where the security guards pass out masks.   We were handed masks and then walked through to the open treatment area (open as in there are no private rooms or wall dividers between each area and everyone sees everything that is taking place while you talk to your doctor–there are curtains but they are rarely pulled around the patient).

Before seeing a doctor Julianne was seated in the hallway where a nurse with excellent English asked her some preliminary questions.  But when she tried to call up Julianne’s registration file on her computer we found out that the clerk at the front desk had failed to sign Julianne into the hospital as a patient–uhm, hello patient in-take procedures? I wonder why he didn’t enter her into the system . . . the nurse looked puzzled and did what should have been done earlier.

It was around this point that another nurse walked up and asked me to sign the ‘friend/family responsibility for patient form’ that you must sign if you’re the person coming in with a patient.  It says things like: take care of personal belongings, be with the patient at all times, and other things along those lines.

Anyways, Julianne was having  a hard time breathing and when the nurse found this out she hooked her up to a heart rate and blood pressure monitor.

After asking Julianne and I several questions and typing the info into her computer, Julianne and I walked into the open diagnosis area where there are four or five desks with computers and doctors sitting at them.   Each desk is beside a bed where the patient sits while the doctor asks them questions.

Some of the doctors had masks on, and others didn’t.  Our doctor didn’t wash her hands or disinfect them before beginning the consultation with Julianne.  Albeit she didn’t touch Julianne during the diagnosis ‘interrogation’ (there were a LOT of questions) I am still surprised that this isn’t a common practice before seeing each patient . . .

One thing that surprised Julianne and I (as opposed to our previous visits to the ER) was that the doctor was using a list of diagnostic questions from a window on her computer screen.  Some of the medical vocabulary in the questions was ridiculously high level and the only reason Julianne and I knew the definitions was because Julianne’s mother was a nurse, and I’ve had my own share of life experience and exposure to medical terms.  If we hadn’t, there were at least 7 questions if not more that we would not have known how to answer.  It would have been really “interesting” at that point to see the doctor try and explain to us in ENGLISH what she was trying to ask, lol, sigh!

Julianne hooked up to the monitor and sharing an “I hate coming here” look with me.

This is my “I really really HATE coming here!” face . . .

After finishing up the insanely long and difficult diagnosis Julianne was sent to get an X-ray to make sure she didn’t have pneumonia.  We waited about 20 minutes, which is quite good I think, and during that time Julianne just wanted to go home and rest.  To cheer her up and try and get a laugh I made a joke that we should sneak into this room and ‘play doctor’–heheheh.

One of the patients that went ahead of us had a badly broken leg.  Hearing her whimpering and begging the X-ray technician to stop moving her leg while they X-rayed it was hard; we both felt really bad for her.

After hearing the poor woman with a broken leg the little bit of energy Julianne had began to crash.  This is her “I really really want to go home now” face.  I rubbed her head and tried to help her be more comfortable.

Finally it was Julianne’s turn–I tried to sneak a shot of the room . . . it didn’t work as well I was hoping, lol.

After the X-ray was done we headed back to the diagnosis area where we were told that Julianne’s X-ray was clear.  The doctor then told us she was going to prescribe medicine and that we should go sit down and wait.

Back outside the ER and in the waiting area I became really INFURIATED with the freaking security guards standing at the entrance to the ER area.  Both weren’t wearing masks. One was sneezing and coughing, touching his face without washing his hands after, and then HANDING OUT MASKS to new patients/friends/family entering the ER….and then I saw another guard PICK HIS–yes, I’m going to swear here–FUCKING NOSE and then hand out masks to incoming people…

I went and asked a doctor to order the guards to put on their masks (they were wearing them on their necks), and asked her to explain to them that as first contact personnel they were at HIGH RISK for infection, and then passing the virus on to each person they pass out masks and talk to entering patients and people throughout their shift.

The real kicker was that a cancer patient with an IV bag was sitting about 10 feet away from the guard sneezing and coughing without a mask on. I suggested to the doctor that she might want to tell the CANCER patient that she should wear a mask while sitting right beside the main entrance area of the ER…you know, the whole chemotherapy thing compromising your immune system…yeah. The doctor thanked me after with a surprised but happy tone that I cared about the welfare of Koreans . . . and while I appreciate the response I really wish a nurse or doctor had been the one to notice this kind of thing–and not me.

After the doctor spoke to the two guards, one of them complied, the other did not.  I really hope that some kind of inspection takes place at the hospital where that guard is read the riot act by his superior for not using his mask.

In spite of the very critical comments I make here I should temper them by saying that the doctors and nurses are friendly and do a great job.  I should point out that my expectations are incredibly high because I love Julianne and when a loved one is sick I think most people become very concerned with the quality of care–which was very good overall.  While I may not be happy with some hygiene practices at the hospital the doctors have never made any mistakes, and each time we’ve had to visit the outcome of their prescribed treatment is excellent.

I will say, however, just one more time . . .

Do NOT pick your nose and then hand out sterile masks!

Whew! I’m glad I got that out of my system.

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A Testimony from Elise

Over the last ten years I began to realize that I had developed some psychic powers. Mainly, I could feel some spirits and see auras. Even though I was a baptized Catholic I was never made aware that all psychic power came from the dark side. In the Catholic Church there is prophecy and healing but it comes from God through Jesus only. If you go to your local psychic center – you will not find God or Jesus there. The spirits of light that are advertised in those places or from psychics or so-called ‘light workers’ are from the dark side. If you want to know if someone is from the dark side or not just ask them this question: “Do you accept Jesus Christ into your heart, mind and soul as your one and only true Lord and Savior?” If they can’t answer it or they say no, run. Run like the wind. The place I went to had pictures of Jesus on flyers and posters here and there for endorsements. I fell for it. Whether they knew it or not – Jesus does not endorse occult practices. Verily, verily I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber” John 10:1 The occult is the “some other way.”

It all started when I decided to have a tarot card reading by a guy who told me he could see my aura and said that I “desperately needed one.” The advice he gave me was nothing relevant at all. He was a fake but fooled me for a time. They’re all fakes really because the occult knowledge doesn’t come from humans. How could it? It comes directly from the negative spirits these psychics have deliberately or inadvertently invited into themselves, sharing their eyes and senses. That’s why everywhere in the Bible mysticism and sorcery are condemned because they come from evil and can control you to the point of destruction and murder.

This joker told me I had an alien implant in my aura. He was fooled too because he claimed to have all these degrees in psychic matters but belonged to a ‘church’ which he felt justified him and ‘his’ powers. But it gave me enough creeps to ignorantly look through a state psychic directory not knowing yet that I should have just prayed to forget this idiot and his claims. So anyway, I came to find out that one can get an aura cleansing. How new-age! And what a nice way to get it out, I thought, so I had one. Came out feeling just wonderful. Looking back, I can definitely see now that I had a spirit transferred into me from the woman who did it. Unknowingly? Everything looked and felt different. I thought it was me but it was the spirit in me sharing itself as something wonderful. I always wanted to be a healer and I thought wow! I can be a psychic healer and really help people. The Bible says devils can come to you as an angel of light. Then it will reveal itself in the end, which it/they did to me.

So I signed up for a healers’ class a month later, still with this spirit in me, making me feel wonderful and different. I can now see the disguise it used. Meanwhile, I had started meditating daily and had some very strange dizzying sensations and slight hallucinations of things moving and bending while I said my preliminary prayers to God and Jesus. Later, I came to realize these were demonic spirits in me rejecting and reacting to my prayers. I had another aura cleansing a couple weeks later but not for these – I was still worried about that danged implant which was a lie given through the reader. In this one, I could actually see the aura bubbles of entities all around me ‘walking’ towards me. These were evil spirits entering my aura and the lady didn’t even know it, I would hope.

So my class happened on a Saturday. During the class we were told that we all could call on healing masters ‘out there’ that would channel this wonderful healing energy from the universe. What we were really calling on were demons masquerading as healing light spirits. Now I know all healing only comes through Jesus. All else is a fraud or at best, temporary. When I gave permission for one to use my hands, it did more than that. I felt a whole energy enter my body enough to rock me slightly so I had to make sure I had my balance. Now I had many in me – at least. We four students practiced on each other. Who knows what spiritually transmitted ‘diseases’ were being shared. The following Tuesday after coming out of a meditation, I had a very dark feeling come over me. The next day I had to call in sick to work because I was hearing voices in my head. Thoughts that I knew did not come from my own mind. Just like when you think “oh I need milk” there were thoughts I ‘heard’ but I knew I did not think them. They were mocking me and taunting me. After a few hours, I knew I needed to go see a priest. This was a highly spiritual matter and I needed to go ‘home.’ Back to my Church. Back to Jesus.

Later that morning, I sat there with the priest and told him some things. He said he knew of another priest who was an exorcist. Thank goodness. I don’t know what I would have done, possibly committed suicide because of these voices. So the next day I went to see this priest in his Church. He told me why I never should have left the Church and why I should come back. (By the way, I’m back.) I sat there in the front pew with him and a woman who was a member of his parish who stood behind me. The priest read a page in Latin over me holding the Crucifix. He also made the cross on my forehead with Holy oil and he had a Bible in his hand. At some point my hands went up and were frozen into a cursed position. I was aware of the demons in my head wanting to come out. One by one – about fifty to seventy five came screaming at the top of my lungs out of me over the next three and a half hours, all in different but similar ways. This was a deliverance from evil. They call it a deliverance. Jesus, Mother Mary and Archangel Michael were there fighting along with me and the priest. I remember a few specifically totaling about a minute’s worth. The rest my mind has erased. But Holy water, Holy oil, the Bible and the Crucifix were all placed on me causing me to arch my back and contort and then they would horribly scream out of me.

Unfortunately, this deliverance was interrupted and I still had one left in me that stayed for a couple weeks. I went through some very dark times with it. I tried to expel it myself and it finally was removed from me in a very peaceful way. I was at home and said a very sincere loving rosary. I looked out over the land in front of me and was thinking how beautiful it was and how much I loved God. I was leaned back gently in my chair and my head was turned slightly and I could feel it leave me. It was gone. It was removed by something I could feel was heavenly and very loving. It was just an incredibly peaceful feeling as if I was being floated on a cloud.

This episode left me weak for several weeks at first and a few came back to bother me. In the name of Jesus Christ I rebuked them, bound them, commanded them to leave never to return and cast them to the feet of Jesus Christ. Then I ask the Holy Spirit to fill me. I am stronger now and sense when they approach and I do this again. I know that I am a spiritual warrior now. We all are. This will happen to all Christians and non-Christians alike. You have to know when you need to fight. But only with Jesus Christ can you cast them away.

For those of you who do not believe in Jesus, just open your heart. It’s a simple gesture you can do even when no one is looking. He is there and He loves you. And he WILL protect you and save you from evil for eternity – because it is out there. That is His promise. Then, you will know why you need Him and for many more reasons too that you will find. He may not come on a dime or within the second you ask but he will come to you if you sincerely want Him to. He will make Himself known to you if your heart is open. He will not force his love on you but will give it freely and lovingly if you ask. That is why we are given a free choice. Choose Him. Read the New Testament – that’s Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, the Gospel all the way through Revelations. Then so read through Revelations and watch the signs of the times – He will come again. And in remembrance of Him I go to Church every Sunday and eat the Holy bread and drink the Holy wine. As He said, “DO this, in remembrance of me.” The Bible is online too. Repent and be baptized!

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Chris Brown has opened up about the night he assaulted ex-girlfriend Rihanna in 2009.

The rapper, 28, spoke about the incident in a new clip for his documentary, Chris Brown: Welcome To My Life, where he described how things took a turn for the worse after he came clean about his sexual past with a woman who once worked for him.

Chris claimed that the confession came as a shock to the Barbadian singer, 29, after he had previously told her they were never romantically involved – causing their relationship to tun violent

Speaking candidly about the incident which made international headlines, Chris revealed: ‘She hated me. After that, I tried everything. She didn’t care, she just didn’t trust me after that.

‘From there, it just went downhill because it would be fights, it would be verbal fights, physical fights as well. Mutual sides, it is the first time I get to say anything.’

He continued: ‘I still love Rihanna, but I’m just going to be honest – we would fight each other, she would hit me, I would hit her, but it never was OK. It was always a point to where we talk about it like, “What the f**k are we doing?”‘

The Forever hitmaker added:’If I go on stage, I got a scratch on my face, and I’ve got to explain it, like “Oh I fell”, or if you got a scar or a bruise, you got to put make up on.

‘Sh*t, I’m not ever trying to put my hands on any female,’ Chris continued.

‘I felt like a f**king monster,’ he said in the clip.

The infamous night started after the woman Chris confessed about appeared at a Clive Davis party, where both he and Rihanna were attending.

He claimed he had asked the woman prior to the party to stop going to places he would be at.

‘That changed my life,’ he said as he looked back at the night.

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A beautiful, modern space with high ceilings and swedish-style furniture, Bawa opens itself up to light, love and good food. The atmosphere is relaxed and staff are welcoming, and once you get your hands on the menu, you know why this brunch venue is filled with happy faces and happy stomachs.

Hot Choc ($5.0) was on the bitter side, but a smooth blend made it a good start to the day.

The free range Panko Chicken Schnitzel, Celeriac Slaw, Pickled Apples ($18.0) was a nice dish, but the chicken schnitzel was quite dry and thin. The slaw went well with the pickled apple, but overall I wouldn’t choose this dish.

The star of the day was DEFINITELY the Potato Roesti, Slow Braised Pork, Poached Eggs, Herb Hollandaise ($18.0). Where do I even start. The crispy roesti was perfectly prepared, tasty with a crunchy outside, but not fried to a crisp. The herb hollandaise was subtle but brought the pork to life. And of course, the poached eggs were on point. Loved this dish, and a really entertaining addition were the freeze dried apples. Pointless, but cute.

The Ricotta Fritters, Lavender Custard, Strawberry, Pecan Praline ($18.0) weren’t the best I’ve had. The fritters were quite thick and not the best on it’s own, but with the poached strawberries and praline, it was a good treat.

TL;DR Go for the Roesti. Hells yes.

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Skin Fair 2013 – Kitty is entranced by Isabella from Adam and Eve

Less than 48 hours to go..are you excited yet? Well, you flipping well should be! Especially when there are exquisite skins like Isabella ready for the taking!

Isabella is the latest arrival from Adam and Eve. This skin has a HUGE wow factor. I know when I put her on I was just blown away by how beautiful this skin is, and also by how thoughtful Sachi Vixen had been in providing essential elements to the consumer,  like a glove addition for wearing prim nails, and even a dimple layer. The fact that you can add to your base skin with items like these, as well as Tango appliers, adds a whole new dimension to the skin wearing experience.  In fact, the dimple layer is a really unique and joyous addition; it makes the skin feel somewhat Cheryl Cole and because of that I added a posh frock and longer hair than I normally would wear to create this look.

ImageAdam and Eve, or AE, have been a long established skin name on the grid, and when you have attained those levels of success and reputation it would be easy to rest on your laurels, but Sachi  is continuing to push her skillset by creating new skins for our enjoyment.

And enjoyment is the key objective of this skin; it is so totally rewarding to wear. The tone is simply gorgeous as are the make-up options, but it was the face had me at ‘Hello’. It’s just so totally beautiful, delicate even, but strong on features that matter.

I know I’ve wittered on about eyebrows in my last few posts but honestly, they are so important on a skin. I’ve seen so many nice skins utterly ruined by eyebrows that just don’t work that I always zoom in on them first of all when I try a new skin out.

The brows on ‘Isabella’ are just sublime; my favourite so  far. They are perfectly balanced; not too strong yet gifted with enough substance to balance the face without overwhelming it.  You can really see the work that has gone into creating them too; all the delicate strokes and care that Sachi has taken as she built up the look.

The professional touch is just as perfectly displayed on the eyes and the lips. There’s so much win  on display here. Everything shows consideration, it’s clear that Sachi has ruminated on how individual elements will work as part of the whole, yet the finished work doesn’t feel rushed or over-worked.  There’s some great pigmentation detail across the entire body of the skin, as well as some light-veining. All of this shows careful application and a keen eye for detail, and adds a strong element of realism to the skin.

This skin is perfectly balanced in every way and an absolute joy to wear. I was in a sandbox taking pictures when I was approached by another avatar complimenting me on my look and her first comments were “I love your skin!” This of course made me feel brilliant, but even more so I was delighted for the creator, because the fact that someone had looked closely at my avatar and was impressed by what they had seen has to be the best kind of praise.

Isabella is the kind of skin that will draw a lot of compliments when worn, so if you like having your ego stroked and don’t mind dealing with admiring glances be sure to invest.  I absolutely adore it.

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(Final note: I’m wearing mesh ears by Mandala and they were an absolute doddle to skin match with this skin..I highly recommend them!)

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Yosebu - I ‘ll Be Waiting Till Dawn

1. Monogramm
2. With you
3. Finding a cloud to ride closer
4. Soulsin
5. Love letter
6. Divine form
7. Treat me right
8. Symposium
9. You will see
10. Sky pilot
11. My garden
12. No styl' gia
13. Rosetta stone
14. Last contact

"You will see" get more and more support from Independent radios. Some of the most respected producers of the electronic down tempo music scene, amongst them Boon, Blue Mar Ten and Nightmares On Wax, have already given their best credits for the forthcoming release of Klik Records, Yosebu – 'I Will Be Waiting Till Dawn'. After two years in the studio working on his new project, Yosebu leaves for a while the atmospheric deep house music scene and presents on Monday the 19th Of November 2007 his new solo album 'I Will Be Waiting Till Dawn'. In his new project Yosebu uses the most appropriate sound engineering techniques in order to capture his warm sound in a cd. The results create acoustic emotions that we have never experienced before. Cinematic down tempo melodies that move fast like fire of notes. Beautiful, eccentric, erotic compositions from Yosebu who manages to give us the music that lives inside his mind in a manner that escapes the standards of down tempo electronica. A unique cocktail of guitars, samples and vocals to the point where electronic details meet orchestral music and move it to a higher level. No doubt ''I Will Be Waiting Till Dawn' is the soundtrack of the winter to come.


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Tree Planting with Natural Childhood

On Monday 11th December Nature Vibezzz ran a tree planting activity in partnership with community group Natural Childhood at Knights Hill Wood. This was the first activity on our “Memories, Natural Heritage and Community of Knights Hill & Tivoli Park”, HLF funded project. Unfortunately the weather wasn’t in our favour with a combination of rain, sleet and snow for most of the session. But we still have plenty of hardy participants turn up and help. We planted Native Species of shrubs and trees donated by the Woodland Trust which will create a mixed species wildlife hedge around the boundary of Knight Hill Wood. This new hedgerow will help protect the woodland from fly tipping and create a habitat beneficial for many native species creating more biodiversity at this wonderful urban woodland.

Photos from the sessions are below

Author: John Nature Vibezzz

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I'm old enough to remember when mailing a letter was a thing to do. And I have seen a scam like this in my mailbox before. Now with social media, the scam has moved into the digital age.

The "Secret Sister" gift exchange is making the rounds again on social media according to kvue.com.

In the scam, you are asked to purchase a $10 gift card, then send it to a friend without them knowing it's you. In exchange, you are promised a number of gifts in return. 36 is used the example shown.

The problem is, it's illegal. This is considered gambling by the postal service. You can read the full explanation of the law from Cornell Law.

I've seen similar scams with the same premise in my Facebook feed a couple of times. No, I didn't fall for it. And neither should you. Keep in mind, too, that thieves could be looking to steal your personal information with stunts like this. If you see it, ignore it.

And tell your friends to not do this either.


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December 24th, 2012:

Christmas Eve with the Robinsons

Shannon, Brian, Cooper and Justin the Beaver

The Robinsons invited us to Christmas Eve at their house. It was really nice to be with extended family and enjoy the many special recipes of my late Aunt Nancy. Nancy was all about Christmas and celebrating with family making it really fun to reiminise over a nice dinner together. They gave Cooper a beaver that he absolutely loves to chew on; Rob named him Justin…

Cooper snoozing through most of dinner

Opening Presents

Cooper at his piano

I grew up with a tradition of opening presents with my mom’s side of the family on Christmas Eve and Dad’s side on Christmas day. Rob’s family opens their gifts on Christmas morning. Today we skyped with Cooper’s 3.5 year old triplet cousins who were VERY excited to open their presents from us. My sister had it orchestrated so we could watch them open our presents, I was less organized and we only opened a couple of gifts from them due to my poor planning. Next year it will be a better virtual Christmas Eve present opening as now I know what to do 🙂 Cooper received a piano from the Robertson family and he absolutely loves playing it!

200 Days

Cooper Eating Solids

Cooper is 200 days old today, wow! This means we have fed Cooper over 1,000 times and changed his diaper even more than that. We have been reflecting on this milestone and how special every day has been since Cooper was born. Today we introduced him to solids (brown rice cereal) and are excited for so many more ‘firsts’ that we have ahead together as a family.


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Translation of “unsightly” in Korean

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English unsightly
Type adjective
Korean 보기 흉한
Pronunciation bo gi hyung han

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Twelve years and 1/2 years behind bars is the sentence for a Lafayette man convicted of conspiring to sell drugs.

During a five month long sting operation, law enforcement says that 35-year-old Jacob Glen Collett conspired to sell a variety of drugs.

Collett was found in possession of the following:

  • 56 tables of Fentanyl
  • 4.01 grams of MDMA
  • 38.9 grams of Heroin
  • 16 and 1/2 grams of cocaine
  • 52.3 grams of a mixture containing THC
  • 222 doses of LSD
  • 705.2 grams of methamphetamine

Multiple drug enforcement agencies cooperated to bring the arrest to fruition including the Drug Enforcement Agency.

The U.S. Attorney's Office also reports that Collett was in possession of handgun and ammunition in violation of an earlier charge.


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Detectives with the Rayne Police Department have made an arrest in the case of a shooting that happened this past Sunday in the Burger King parking lot.

Police arrested 27-year-old Terill Bradley, and he has been charged with attempted first degree murder after injuring the victim.

Bradley was arrested by Eunice Police on narcotics warrants.


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Lovely Linda’s Lurid Revenge

Linda Taylor’s popularity began in her teens at Jean Ribault High in Jacksonville, Florida. She bestowed her attention upon Jack Jones, a senior starter on the Varsity Football Team. The first day Jack met Linda’s mother, she stated with certainty, “this is the man my daughter is going to marry.” In Linda’s case, mother knew best and after Linda graduated in 1965, she and Jack wed. The young couple had no interest in college. Instead they both went out to work and bought a 2-bedroom starter home on Jefferson Street.

Eventually, 1972 baby Jill was born and in 1975 baby sister Shayne followed. Soon Linda was offered a partnership at the bookkeeping firm where she worked and Jack was promoted to Service Manager at a local Buick dealership. Jack spoiled Linda with jewelry until she wore a diamond ring on every finger. The money came rolling in and the couple built a home in early 1980s on Lake Asbury. It was southwest of Jacksonville and it seemed ideal.  Their daughters looked out of their windows to see horses running in the fields. The family boated, swam and went water-skiing.

However it was not all roses. Jack and Linda both had affairs over the years. By 1994 the girls were grown and moved on, and Jack and Linda celebrated their 30th anniversary.  At work, Linda hired Carrie Davis to help out at the bookkeeping office.  Carrie needed a place to stay after graduating high school and Linda offered Carrie her home to live in.  She and Jack treated Carrie as if she were their own.  However when the girls visited in the spring, they weren’t impressed and warned Linda that Carrie seemed too friendly with Jack.  Eventually, Linda noticed it too and when she confronted Carrie, the teenager replied that indeed she and Jack were having an affair.  That evening Linda confronted Jack. Jack admitted he was having sex with the girl and he was in love with her. What’s more he refused to give her up.

Linda was devastated. She dug in her heels, kicked Carrie out of the house but soon learned that Jack set her up in an apartment near his work. It was around that time that strange things began happening in the Jones’ house. Linda filed several police reports including vandalism and break-ins. In October she claimed someone broke into the house and raped her.  Confused and amused, Jack pondered to a friend, “what will happen next?”  Not long after, Carrie’s apartment was broken into.  A detective warned Jack to get out of his own house for his own sake, but Jack remained with Linda. Linda continued to believe they would work things out until she found out Jack bought Carrie an engagement ring using Linda’s credit card.

On November 7 1995, Jack returned home at 7 p.m.  The county police received a frantic phone call from Linda Jones an hour later. Their residence in Lake Asbury soon swarmed with emergency vehicles. Deputies found Jack’s brutalized corpse dead at the scene. Paramedics brought Linda to the hospital as she seemed to be in shock. She gave police a statement that two men rang the bell to her home, beat Jack and grabbed Linda by the hair demanding, “where’s the money, bitch?” The crime was unheard of in Lake Asbury. The police found the duct tape the burglars tied her up with, however technicians lifted her fingerprint from it.

The following morning, Jack’s body still lay on the floor and Linda’s attorney wouldn’t let her speak to authorities. Carrie attended Jack’s funeral a week later. Jack’s friends were more sympathetic toward Carrie than Linda. People pointed at Linda and whispered that she was Jack’s murderer. Investigators questioned Linda and Jack’s family and friends to find information about the marriage. A friend of Linda’s admitted to a strange phone call with her two days before Jack’s murder. Linda stated she was not “going to be fat and 40. You don’t get a life insurance settlement with a divorce.”

Her phone records turned up phone calls to petty criminals, Dwight Danahoo and Greg Green, Under questioning they admitted Linda Jones had asked them to kill Jack, but they refused. However Green assisted her in faking a break-in and rape reports. Linda paid Green to break into the house, knock her up a little, stuff a note into her mouth and tie her up.  Later, Linda went to his business and paid him $50 to have sex with her to create “DNA” evidence.

A neighbour reported to police that on the night of Jack’s murder a maroon Nissan van was seen driving away from Linda and Jack’s residence. The cops tracked down every maroon Nissan van in North Florida. One of them belonged to a tax client of Linda’s named Donald Bradley. His fingerprints didn’t match the print on the duct tape. Then in September 1995, Bradley was arrested for road rage. His co-worker, Brian McWhite, was with him and a deputy submitted his print to the lab for a comparison to the print on the duct tape. In September 1996, a positive identification was made on the print to McWhite. McWhite refused to cooperate with police but when his teenaged brother heard of McWhite’s arrest, he told his father about Jack Jones’ murder.

Both the teen and McWight were at the Jones’ house on November 7 1995. Bradley had offered them $100 each to beat up Jack. The brothers had used a zulu war club, a long piece of wood with a hole in one end and a heavy object through it: that was the murder weapon. Police arrested both McWhite boys and Donald Bradley. On October 14, 1996, police arrested Linda Jones for the murder of her husband.  At 50 years old, Linda went on trial for Jack’s murder. Linda swore Jack had been beaten to death in a home invasion attempt.  In the fall of 1997, Linda stood trial for 4 charges including conspiracy to commit murder, 2 charges for solicitation for murder and first degree murder. She faced life in prison.

Prosecutors told the jury that Linda was the mastermind behind Jack’s murder. The defence claimed the case was based solely on the word of criminals and murderers. Career criminals, Danahoo and Greene were the first two witnesses on the stand with their unlikely story. The McWhite brothers stated Linda planned every detail of the attack. They beat Jack severely but it was Bradley who delivered the fatal blows. Linda calmly watched as Jack was beaten to death. The McWhite brothers stood to gain a “sweetheart” deal, as the defence was quick to point out. Furthermore the crime scene had been trampled by 14 people, preventing a thorough crime scene investigation. Linda’s lawyer also stated that there was no proof she was involved in a murder conspiracy.

On November 6, 1996, Linda was found guilty on all charges.  Linda’s daughters were shocked. Bradley was sentenced to death. The McWhite brothers are serving 10-year sentences. Linda is serving her sentence in the Marion County Prison in Florida.

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32 Responses to Lovely Linda’s Lurid Revenge

  1. Miranda Scott says:

    Carrie Davis was a homewrecking whoremonger who should have died instead

    • elizabeth says:

      Uh, and Jack Jones penis was propped up with popsicle sticks?? Yeah, BOTH were whoremongers.

    • Nelda D. Fairley says:

      You think Carrie should die because she loved Jack? Sure she shouldnt have gotten involved with a married man. But to be killed for it? That is harsh words. Would you feel the same if that was one of your family members who had slept with a married man?

      • Vi says:

        I doubt that Carrie was in love. Even if she was she’s an ungrateful B. Linda gave her a place to live and treated her like a daughter, even if she was in love with Jack, she should back off. I agree that she is a home breaker. If I was in her situation and I did, I would never wreck a family. But regardless, this is a tragedy of 3 very stupid people.

    • Lucy says:

      Miranda, It seems that you my darling have been cheated on… The parties involved do not deserve death.. And maybe the spouse getting cheated on should take a look in the mirror and figure out why they aren’t getting the love no more

      • marilyn4ever says:

        Love has very little to do with affairs both ways- for instance a man can cheat on a woman he loves very much simply because the opportunity is there. And Miranda may indeed still be “getting the love” even if (and we don’t know this) she had a spouse who betrayed her. No offence to men, most of whom I think have good character and are faithful to their vows, but the fact is that affairs don’t always arise from an unhappy marriage.

      • Harley granny NC says:

        You sound like a Carrie. Blame the wife who gave a job, home and so much more! Hope you get a taste of what Linda did.

      • helthnut says:

        Surely you aren’t referring to the murder, of course. Let’s not forget that Carrie was only a teenager and very vulnerable to Jack’s advances. I believe he was the one who initiated the affair and caused the rift between his wife and Carrie. And don’t forget – Linda had her own share of affairs over the years.

    • Crystal says:

      He was no better than her. Personally, I think he was a bigger whoremonger than her because he used his wife credit card to buy his mistress an engagement ring and apparently didn’t even bother to tell his wife that their marriage was over before he did it.

      I don’t think Carrie Davis should have died instead (letting both whoremongers life would have been the best revenge. Linda Jones would have gotten to gloat someday because there’s no way a marriage between them would have lasted, one of them would have eventually cheated) but Linda should have at least terrorized her teaching her a lesson that she would never forget instead of only going after her husband. I never feel bad for cheaters when something bad happens to them but I can’t help but feel bad for him since he paid the ultimate price while his mistress suffered no consequences other than losing her sugar daddy who she likely didn’t even love.

      • marilyn4ever says:

        It’s unfair that Linda’s husband cheated on her but I would suggest that the word whoremonger is a bit harsh. You stated you feel bad for cheaters when something bad happens to them, yet at the same time you are clearly hostile towards both the husband and Davis. That makes little sense.

  2. Lucy says:

    Miranda Scott, YOU should die just for that statement you immature scum bucket,

  3. smarterthanLinda says:

    i blame Linda, for being stupid enough to move a “sweet young thang” into her and her family’s home…duh, Linda….she knew that he had cheated before, so why bring a lovely young girl in their home to entice him with again??? poor stupid Linda…..

  4. Jeannie says:

    Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.No matter what no other woman would have been invited to stay in my home, Linda was helping her but the fact remains Carrie Davis flirted with the husband with no shame right in front of the wife and daughters! I would of beat her ass then threw her out. While murder is wrong,the wife snapped.

  5. Purgatori4most says:

    Actually, affairs do occur as a result of unhappiness in marriages, most occur because either party are too afraid to admit it, so they use affairs as a tool to get out of their marriages. Sometimes the party who is cheated on doesn’t want to see the truth and stick around, then they try to have an affair to “get even” but that is still a sign of an unhappy marriage, in essence the two were not meant for each other.

    • marilyn4ever says:

      Doubtless affairs happen in unhappy marriages. I don’t disagree. But I know they happen in good marriages and those are the ones that surprise me. I’ve met two very good family men like that who would never leave their wives but they are bored so they cheat.

  6. Michelle Pearson says:

    What a piece of work Carrie Davis was! She was given a job and a place to live by Linda Jones and she pays her back by sleeping with her husband? This woman is trash, PERIOD!!! Do you actually think she was in love with that fat, old man? He only was “in love” with her because he enjoyed sex with an 18 year old. Carrie is a nightmare to all married women out there. Can’t say I would do what Linda did but I can total understand it. Slap a red “A” on Carrie’s chest and call it a day.

    • marilyn4ever says:

      Agreed with the Adultery symbol (you must be a Demi Moore fan or a reader of classics – Scarlet Letter perhaps?). The kid, being only 18 years old, certainly had poor judgement and was very vulnerable. I don’t understand at all what Linda did. She simply couldn’t stop tormenting her husband and even got the police involved in fraudulent “assaults” against herself. Throwing the bastard out and taking him for every penny in court would have been my move. To each his own mentality I guess. It seems to me that all three were a “piece of work.”

  7. Gal511 says:

    Actually, if Linda would have just divorced Jack, he probably would have married Carrie and then she would have had a child and taken him for everything. He would have then been left with a child/wife to support and wondering what happened….and there would be your just revenge. These things take care of themselves….just walk away.

    • marilyn4ever says:

      Totally agreed…..of course we`re dealing with a psychopath here….common sense is unchartered territory.

  8. lacy says:

    Damn yall sure are stick on my father. Movies videos songs. .. love u donald

  9. stacy says:

    Linda is really dumb. That “marriage” would’ve fell apart as soon as Carrie met a cute guy her age. However, I would probably have murderous thoughts if my hypothetical husband pulled something like that. Linda however, had the guts and the crazy to do it. She paid someone to “rape” her lolol what did that even add to the case?

    • EmilyDawnn says:

      it shows that the house has been broken into before, and criminal acts have gone on. First thing they do after a murder is check police reports on residents of home.

  10. Margie says:

    I knew Jack and Linda for years. Linda was a bitter mean woman long before Carrie ever came into the picture. Treated Jack like a piece of crap. Although I didn’t agree with the affair I can see why it happened. Linda deserved the death penalty as much or perhaps even more so than Bradley did. Without her none of this would have happened. She sat there and watched someone beat the father of her 2 children to death. Not 1 or 2 blows. Many, many blows that took place over a period of not just a few minutes. They actually moved him to another room during this beating as he begged that man to stop hitting him. All the while she sat there. It was said that perhaps he cut her duct tape prior to leaving so she could deliver the final blows. This I wouldn’t doubt. That’s a cold bitch!!

    • helthnut says:

      That’s sickening. The poor man. Only a sociopath and a sadist is capable of inflicting that kind of torture. There are many different perspectives on these accounts. Often I hear conflicting information.

  11. ResumeWriter says:

    Whatever happened in the marriage, Jack had an obligation to leave the marriage honorably; he didn’t do that. He didn’t deserve to die (of course) but he treated his wife horribly by having an affair. No matter what’s happening within the marriage, you don’t step outside of you marriage until the marriage is legally over.
    Ms. Davis had no commitment towards Linda, but as someone coexisting on this planet, she had an obligation to not be hurtful and dishonest. She also had an obligation to herself to make better decisions. She has proven herself to be someone who makes awful, hurtful decisions to people who have been good to her. I hope she matures out of that. If she doesn’t she’s going to continue to leave a wake of destruction behind her and next time, she might be the target of someone’s attack.

  12. Harley granny NC says:

    I’d still be beating that strumpets (Carrie Davis’s) behind if I were the daughters. I work in Leo, and prosecutor’s can sell lies as well as any criminal. Surprises me how little society really knows about our justice system as a whole. They think they know it all! Linda, may God bless you. I believe you did it, but understand. Armchair quarterback makes some feel better as people. A broken can kill you so why can’t it make you crazy?

  13. bre says:

    Heyyyy SISSYYYY..!
    Linda knew.. that B.. knew what she was doing..
    an b4 any1 speaks on shit they should know facts, When my DADDY left Jack was still breathing! She Knows, God knows & So do i..
    The mc white bros was just looking for a easy off.. This is entertainment for You
    this is My Life.. can u imagine what this has done to me & my lil sisters,
    thier was 5 children looking for a father.. NO WHERE TO BE FOUND!

  14. Quit blaming the victim here! Linda is exactly where she should be!

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hey, i'm krissie.

I am a sassy wedding photographer living in Olympia, Washington. I say "gal" and "y'all" a lot because I'm originally a native of Texas. I give hugs. I LOVE hugs, I should say. I like my curly hair best when it has pink in it. I can never pick which bands or which movie is my favorite, so just don't ask me. I'm married to this really cute guy named Bryce and we have two fluffy fur baby cats named Juniper and Potato. We met at a summer camp in Texas and were both on the media team, shooting all the pics and taking all the videos. It was real cute. If you're lucky, he just might be who I have second shooting with me at your wedding! We believe in Jesus Christ and he gives us the love and inspiration that keeps us going.

I started in 2014 photographing weddings specifically. And believe me...you do NOT want to see those photos. So rough. I'm self taught with my photography, learning all of it by doing. It's been a wonderful experience taking it on for myself and shaping my craft into what I want it to be. I'm inspired by the emotion I see in my couples and that motivates my creativity a heck of a lot! I go for feeling in my photography and try to keep things from being too posed and unnatural. I want my couples to look at their photos and see themselves, not some Ken and Barbie that posed for pics on their wedding day because that's what they were "supposed to do". I love when moments happen naturally and I can get up in there to take an amazing photo. (The opposite of that is when people say "hey, let's do this for a photo because we saw it on Pinterest". That's on the list of things I don't like..) I'm a very chill person, and I've been told that I make people feel a lot more calm and at ease, and I like to think that's true of me. I'm there for you on your wedding day 100%.

this is my face.

Things I do for you:

+hustle your people during group pics so that you can spend more time at your reception

+notice the details (like that hairtie you forgot on your wrist? Oh yeah, I’ve got that)

+keep you and your fiance’ laughing and laughing during portraits so you don’t feel awkward

+make you feel like royalty while we’re shooting (I’m very vocal while I shoot)

+help you come up with a timeline for your day that eases your mind and makes things run smooooooth


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Orrin Woodward and the leadership of LIFE/TEAM have made it possible for the Y-generation to cure the common mis-conceptions that have been dealt by offering an opportunity for us ‘millennials’ to have the chance to pursue excellence.

I have been asked by a few people to write an article stating my opinion about being part of the Team as a young woman (yes born in the mid 80’s when Twisted Sister and Madonna gained popularity) and some personal advice or experience while on this journey.

I would just like to give a little background on ‘my’ people – also known as generation Y, the Millennials and the digital generation. If you were born somewhere around 1980 to the late 1990’s you would fall in this category. There have been many pre-conceived notions surrounding ‘us.’ Ever heard these comments about the ‘young’ people of today:

            • Spoiled/Entitled

            • Lazy

            • Little respect for authority

            • Self-centered

            • No loyalty and lack of commitment

            • Poor social skills

In some regards, I can see where this perception might be obvious from an outsider’s perspective. I did teach in a couple different public high schools and was able to witness some of this first hand. I believe the change in trends and the technology boom is what created most of these terms. We just don’t know any different (is what I used to say). But even with these labels, I realize how much potential the Y generation has at prospering in the tough economic times our country is facing. We have the opportunity to create a better life for our families than what we witnessed. Granted physical, economic, relational, emotional and spiritual struggle is at an all time high (not just for our generation but as a society), and it’s in these moments that I know we thrive. We have witnessed our parents working multiple jobs to make ends meet and seen the heartache that life brings and we don’t want to fall into that pit. I would say the Y generation is very achievement/team oriented, family centered and tech-savvy and that’s why I have so much confidence we (in addition to the baby boomers) will make a big dent in history for the new babies being born.

Instead I want to take a 180 degree turn and talk to you if you are part of the Y generation or associating with this population or even just know someone in this age group. When I talk about the LIFE concepts and the 8 F’s to those my own age (faith, family, friends, finances, freedom, fitness, following, fun) I recognize right away the excitement and then there is this hidden self doubt that creeps in. I understand life is no bed of roses, and that some of us may have been dealt a hand of cards we wish we could push across the table, but yet we wake up with the courage to face each day and make it great! But when the opportunity to change our life enters the scene, the fear radar begins to go off and the shield goes up. I too experienced all these emotions when the idea of changing my life was a possibility. The question I often ask myself is, “where did this thinking stem from?” I believe it’s the labels that have been placed on us and the evidence in our own family upbringing.  However, when initially being introduced, instead of running away and hiding from it, I mustered the courage to embrace the chance I was being given to have a better life. In fact, I didn’t really have a choice. I had no other options to be successful and to live a life of purpose and excellence. (Do you?) If this sounds all too familiar then it means you are on the right track.

My advice to any ‘millennial’ is TAKE THE CHANCE! I have heard several times that FEAR is only ‘false evidence appearing real.’ There is nothing to fear in having a better life. We need to clean up the negative perceptions by committing to something, chasing down a purpose in life, working hard, loving and respecting people and serving others. The cycle of change for the Y generation starts and ends with us. There is no time to have regrets about what we “coulda, shoulda, or woulda” done had we taken the chance.

My advice to any other person not in this age group but needing advice on what to do with the ‘youngsters’…three things: PUSH, INFLUENCE and BELIEVE in them! There are so many young people who are looking for their shot. Many can’t afford college, most are in jobs they don’t like so they are not willing to work hard and almost all don’t understand the economy and freedom or what to do about it. Even though it may take them a little longer to commit to anything or eliminate some of the distractions (because life is too ‘fun’ right now), keep believing in them, I promise they will thank you for it some day.

I feel truly blessed that God put it into my heart to believe in Orrin Woodward even when I raised my shield in fear. It was not in my own plans to pursue this profession, nor was it in my plans to discover my purpose. What LIFE does is gives people a chance. The Y generation is searching for something to be a part of, something that is worthy of their time and efforts and something that will make a difference in society. The system is that good that it can take a young person with no business experience, no confidence or self esteem and little support and somehow make it work. It is a journey I love pursuing and a passion that makes my heart beat stronger every morning I wake up. I can’t think of any better gift to share with a young person than the LIFE business. It will lead them towards a path of excellence and a purpose they may have never discovered.

Blessings, Kristen