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Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Cherries - A Super Drug for Cancer?
As we know so many claims are raising as marijuana is the antidote for cancer, latest studies indicate that cherries have the super power of healing cancer. Studies state cherry as a super food, which made millions of cherry lovers happy. The ruby fruit that decorates our dining table is said to be not as small as it looks. It has larger health benefits.
“It was always anecdotal, but it’s been reported so frequently, by so many different people, that you have to think there may be something to it,” says Dr. Russell J. Reiter, professor of neuro endocrinology at The University of Texas Health Science Center in San Antonio.
Reiter recently put some hard science behind the cherry folklore. He conducted a five-month study and found that tart cherries contain significant amounts of melatonin — a hormone produced in the brain’s pineal gland that has been credited with slowing the aging process, and fighting insomnia and jet lag. It’s also being studied as a potential treatment for cancer, depression and other diseases and disorders.
The findings mark the first time melatonin has been pegged as a naturally occurring substance in food, although trace amounts are evident in bananas, corn and other foods, Reiter says.
“The combination of antioxidants in cherries can be very beneficial,” Reiter says.
Growing concerns about the gastrointestinal and cardiovascular risks of common pain-relieving drugs are leading many health-conscious adults to avidly seek safe, effective ways of beating inflammation and pain. Exciting evidence suggests that delicious tart cherries offer powerful pain relief and may also safeguard against cancer and neurodegenerative conditions.
It is said that cherries can make cancer cells suicide itself literally.Research has shown that a diet containing cherries is beneficial in reducing the risk of colon cancer. When scientists fed a diet containing tart cherries, anthocyanins, or cyanidin (a non-sugar breakdown product of anthocyanins) to mice with a genetic susceptibility to colon cancer, the animals developed significantly fewer and smaller colon tumors.
This study also revealed that these compounds effectively reduced the growth of two human colon cancer cells lines.Overflowing with beta carotene, vitamin C, boron and a class of powerful antioxidants called anthocyanins, cherries offer a formidable defense against cancer. As reported by Karen Ansel, M.S., R.D., in Eating Well, "... preliminary studies suggest the anthocyanin cyanidin may prevent genetic mutations that can lead to cancer and keep cancer cells from growing out of control. While tart cherries contain some anthocyanins, sweet cherries pack nearly three times as many (two-thirds are found in the skins). The riper the better: As cherries darken, they produce more antioxidants."
Strong evidence from several studies has revealed that cherry anthocyanins offer powerful relief against inflammation and pain.Scientists at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore found that tart cherry anthocyanins provided effective reduction of painful inflammation comparable to that obtained with the non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug, indomethacin, in an experimental animal model. The researchers believe that this remarkable effect may be derived from the anthocyanins’ ability to counter oxidative stress following an inflammatory insult.
Tart cherries are one of the few food sources of melatonin, a chemical released in the body by the pineal gland that is intimately connected with circadian rhythms, or the regulation of the sleep-wake cycle. Melatonin also acts as a powerful antioxidant, providing neuroprotective and immune-modulating effects.As tart cherries provide a substantial amount of melatonin, they may constitute an important dietary source of this essential substance.
Cherries can help adults maintain an active lifestyle by countering painful inflammation. By averting cancer and protecting the nervous system, a diet containing tart cherries may help ensure a future free from debilitating illness.Flavorful and nutritious, tart cherries thus offer important benefits for individuals seeking to live long, healthy lives.
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
How English Sound to Non-English Speakers
This is how English sound to non-English speakers. Explained by Brian an Karl in YouTube using a short film named 'Skwerl'.
The Power of Words
“Words have special powers. The power to create smiles or frowns. The power to generate laughs or tears. The power to lift up or put down. The power to motivate or de-motivate. The power to teach good or evil. The power to express love or hate. The power to give or take. The power to heal or harm. Choose your words carefully.”
~ A.D. Williams
It is true as Rev. Williams has said above words have a lot of power which have a greater impact on our life. It can generate smiles as you are smiling at the jokes of someone. But being that someone is more important than smiling at someone. As words could create large bonds and relationships it could break too. Silence not as powerful as words but sometime it could also help us too.
~ A.D. Williams
It is true as Rev. Williams has said above words have a lot of power which have a greater impact on our life. It can generate smiles as you are smiling at the jokes of someone. But being that someone is more important than smiling at someone. As words could create large bonds and relationships it could break too. Silence not as powerful as words but sometime it could also help us too.Rev. Alvin Dighton Williams, D. D., was born at Smithfield Centre, Pennsylvania, Oct. 13, 1825. Converted at thirteen, he commenced preaching two and a half years later, gaining some notoriety as the "boy preacher." Ordained at Carolina Mills, Rhode Island in May 1848, Williams graduated from Hamilton College, New York, in 1849. He pastored churches at Carolina Mills and Pawtucket, Rhode Island; Lawrence, Massachusetts; Minneapolis and Fair Point, Minnesota; and Cheshire and Middleport, Ohio.
During his ministry, he baptized nearly five hundred converts and assisted in organizing many churches. He served as president of the Northwestern and West Virginia Colleges, was principal ol Nebraska State Normal School, and a member of the Nebraska State Board of Agriculture.
He received the Doctor of Divinity degree in 1871 from Quincy College in Illinois. He was the editor of The Freewill Baptist Qurarterly, and wrote The Rhode Island Freewill Baptist Pulpit, The Support of the Ministry, Memorials of the Free Communion Baptists, and Four Years of Co-operation in Nebraska and Kansas.
Saturday, 7 December 2013
Temper Management - Story
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into thefence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The
fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there."
I hope you have found what is hidden in the story. But it is hard to follow advice but easier to say. even though it is like it I am trying to control it by now.
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
15 Things To Stop Doing To Yourself For Mind Relief
- You have to stop running from problems.
- You have to stop lying to yourself and others.
- You have to stop fearing about the mistakes going to happen before doing something.
- You have stop comparing yourself to others.
- You have to stop living for something in future.
- You have stop trying to get people to feel sorry for you.
- You have to stop trying to relive/ makeup for your past.
- You have to stop putting things off for eternal tomorrow.
- You have to stop blaming things out side of you.
- You have to stop letting the past define how you think of others.
- You have to stop setting expectations for things before they happen.
- You have to stop looking for some one perfect.
- You have to stop trying to be someone you are not
- You have to stop beating yourself up.
- You have to stop just reading and start doing.
Friday, 22 November 2013
Sachin in our life.
This article is not at all enough to describe the influence Sachin had in our everyday life. But I am trying to describe what I know about him. I didn't had a day waking up without this question'How much Sachin scored, Yesterday?'
He is one of the legends world has seen yet. At the age of 40 he has achieved the most a common man cannot. So we can say that little master ruled our life so simply. I knew people who bunked office, school and college just to watch Sachin's innings. Every day school start with the question 'Did you see how Sachin tackled that yorker ball. It was an awesome shot, right?' etc.
Sachin whose full name is Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar was born on 1973, April 24th is widely known as greatest batsman of the century. His spouse is Anjali Tendulkar and have two children Sara and Arjun. He acheived so many awards and some of them are listed here.
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Wisden Cricketers of the Year, Bharat Ratna, Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna, Padma Shri, Padma Vibhushan, Maharashtra Bhushan Award, Sir Garfield Sobers Trophy, Wisden Leading Cricketer in the World, ICC World ODI XI, World Test XI, Wisden India Outstanding Achievement Award, LG People's Choice Award, Outstanding Achievement in Sport,Castrol Indian Cricketer of the Year, Arjuna Award for Cricket, BCCI Cricketer of the Year, People's Choice Award.
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He took cricket as his carrier at the age of eleven and his first ODI was with the well known rival of Indian Cricket team , Pakistan. It was his talent which made Sachin to win millions of hearts here in INDIA and abroad. Wisden Cricketer's Almanack ranked Sachin as the second greatest cricketer behind Don Bradman.
Source: google.com
thehindu.com
wikipedia.com
youtube.com
Sunday, 23 June 2013
Christmas
An old man in Miami calls up his son in New York and says, "Listen, your mother and I are getting divorced. Forty-five years of misery is enough."
"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
“We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,” he says. "I'm sick of her face, and I'm sick of talking about this, so call your sister in Chicago and tell her," and he hangs up.
Now, the son is worried. So he calls up his sister.
She says, "Like hell they’re getting divorced!" and calls her father immediately. "You’re not getting divorced! Don't do another thing, the two of us are flying home tomorrow to talk about this. Until then, don't call a lawyer, don't file a paper, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.
The old man turns to his wife and says "Okay, they’re coming for Christmas and paying their own airfares."
Saturday, 8 June 2013
Stress - How to relieve yourself
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn't change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."
She continued, "The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything."
Remember to put the glass down.
Thursday, 30 May 2013
A Night without a Movie-II
Trivandrum
'Hey whats up dude? aren't you coming for playing?' I asked Ashwin, A wheatish brown complexed boy. I know him from the moment I moved to Thiruvanathapuram after my father's transfer. We lived in a small house near karamana river.I could see the river from my home. Ashwin and Hari are my close friends and they both live in next street to mine.
'Yah! Where is Hari? He has gone some where I think' Ashwin spoke while scrapping someone in orkut.That time orkut was the only social networking site known to us.
'Let me call him'
I phoned Hari. We got our own cellphones as a present from parents because of good score in 10th. My friends also got best score but among them I topped.
'dai, Evida?(Where are you?)'
'Coming soon dude. There is a chick in our county'
'What? where?'
'I told you nah! My uncle's flat, which was for rent, is now occupied'
Hari once told me about his uncle's flat and we three together tried to rent it to someone for some commission which could make us some pocket money.
'We will be there soon man'.
'No need I will manage my own.' He told me in funny voice and hung the phone.
'Dude a chick next door' I made a try to make Ashwin divert from scrapping and that worked.
'Where?'
'In Hari's uncle's flat'
'Nice. Lets go'
We cycled to next street and took some risky moves and even just missed a ramming with our milk boy's M80 scooter. Hari was standing there in front of the building.
'Do you need some help?' I asked Hari while parking my bicycle in the center of the road.
'Who is the chick?' Ashwin asked with anxiety.
'Thats my father's friend's daughter.'
'What's her name?' I am also having the same excitement like that of Ashwin's.
'No need to know. She is the most beautiful girl I ever saw.'
'Then where is she?'
'Ah lets go and take the playing materials. Ashwin go and take the bat and I will fetch the ball. The stumps are safe up the terrace. manu go and seek it.'
'Done dude' We both said in unison to Hari's commands.
I looked at door of flat 7c where I could see the living room. I couldn't see the trace of any human but could see only well furnished room.
'Manu are you gone there to make the stumps or to fetch it?'
'Coming Ash' I shouted to answer Ashwin.
While I were running down I didn't see a man walk of a flat. He collided with me so hard that he also fell down.
'Ouch! ah' I were crying I broke my hand while falling down.
'What happened son? Are you hurt?' The grown up man asked while trying to stand up. I couldn't stand up because my angle was twisted and my hand was broken due to falling on pointed edge of the steps. He took me in his hands and put me slowly in the sofa. That time a girl came from the kitchen and asked.
'What happened papa. Who is this boy?'
'I don't know him. What is your name, son?' He told while trying to make some calls.
'Manu where are you? stupid' Ashwin were searching me. I thought I should shout for him but I couldn't because of the pain.
'Is your name, Manu? Are those your friends looking for you? Anjana I rammed this boy while I stepped out.'
Anjana. She is as beautiful as the name is. This was our first time I saw her. The pain and everything just happened around became mute to me and I thought only about Anjana. Her pink churithar and suiting earrings made my mind fly high. Within seconds Anjana's father found that I am fainted. He called an ambulance.
Anjana with her father often came to visit me While I was at the hospital. After a week they discharged me and told not to move my right hand. How could a 15 year old boy could do nothing even though his hand is broken? But my thoughts were about Anjana.
'You sleepy head. What are you dreaming of?' Ashwin came into the room after firing a question.
(to be continued...)
'Hey whats up dude? aren't you coming for playing?' I asked Ashwin, A wheatish brown complexed boy. I know him from the moment I moved to Thiruvanathapuram after my father's transfer. We lived in a small house near karamana river.I could see the river from my home. Ashwin and Hari are my close friends and they both live in next street to mine.
'Yah! Where is Hari? He has gone some where I think' Ashwin spoke while scrapping someone in orkut.That time orkut was the only social networking site known to us.
'Let me call him'
I phoned Hari. We got our own cellphones as a present from parents because of good score in 10th. My friends also got best score but among them I topped.
'dai, Evida?(Where are you?)'
'Coming soon dude. There is a chick in our county'
'What? where?'
'I told you nah! My uncle's flat, which was for rent, is now occupied'
Hari once told me about his uncle's flat and we three together tried to rent it to someone for some commission which could make us some pocket money.
'We will be there soon man'.
'No need I will manage my own.' He told me in funny voice and hung the phone.
'Dude a chick next door' I made a try to make Ashwin divert from scrapping and that worked.
'Where?'
'In Hari's uncle's flat'
'Nice. Lets go'
We cycled to next street and took some risky moves and even just missed a ramming with our milk boy's M80 scooter. Hari was standing there in front of the building.
'Do you need some help?' I asked Hari while parking my bicycle in the center of the road.
'Who is the chick?' Ashwin asked with anxiety.
'Thats my father's friend's daughter.'
'What's her name?' I am also having the same excitement like that of Ashwin's.
'No need to know. She is the most beautiful girl I ever saw.'
'Then where is she?'
'Ah lets go and take the playing materials. Ashwin go and take the bat and I will fetch the ball. The stumps are safe up the terrace. manu go and seek it.'
'Done dude' We both said in unison to Hari's commands.
I looked at door of flat 7c where I could see the living room. I couldn't see the trace of any human but could see only well furnished room.
'Manu are you gone there to make the stumps or to fetch it?'
'Coming Ash' I shouted to answer Ashwin.
While I were running down I didn't see a man walk of a flat. He collided with me so hard that he also fell down.
'Ouch! ah' I were crying I broke my hand while falling down.
'What happened son? Are you hurt?' The grown up man asked while trying to stand up. I couldn't stand up because my angle was twisted and my hand was broken due to falling on pointed edge of the steps. He took me in his hands and put me slowly in the sofa. That time a girl came from the kitchen and asked.
'What happened papa. Who is this boy?'
'I don't know him. What is your name, son?' He told while trying to make some calls.
'Manu where are you? stupid' Ashwin were searching me. I thought I should shout for him but I couldn't because of the pain.
'Is your name, Manu? Are those your friends looking for you? Anjana I rammed this boy while I stepped out.'
Anjana. She is as beautiful as the name is. This was our first time I saw her. The pain and everything just happened around became mute to me and I thought only about Anjana. Her pink churithar and suiting earrings made my mind fly high. Within seconds Anjana's father found that I am fainted. He called an ambulance.
Anjana with her father often came to visit me While I was at the hospital. After a week they discharged me and told not to move my right hand. How could a 15 year old boy could do nothing even though his hand is broken? But my thoughts were about Anjana.
'You sleepy head. What are you dreaming of?' Ashwin came into the room after firing a question.
(to be continued...)
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
A night without a movie - Preface
I, Vivek and Sreeni planed for a movie named 'da thadiya'. It was the day before christmas and the story of a life began there. This story is what i am going to tell you in a flow of words. I were riding my honda shine and he his Activa. We dashed to the kalabhavan theatre, but there hung the housefull board. Vivek were riding with me. We took the vehicles and increased the speed to get tickets from kairali because it is just 3 mins from kalabhavan. I thought Sreeni was also racing because not to late for the movie and it is almost 9'o clock night. I merely missed a collision with a santro car while I tried to overtake Sreeni. But he directly came back to home. Vivek bought the tickets and we together waited for Sreeni. But he didn't arrive. So I phoned him.
'Where are you dude?'
'I reached home. Where are you fucking now?' Replied Sreeni with an irritating voice.
'Dude we took the tickets here at kairali. Are you coming or not?'
'Sell my ticket and you both enjoy the movie'
'What! are you mad?'
'No dude. I am least interested in riding back for the movie.'
I thought that night was not a good one for me because i missed the movie. But the truth was different. We took ride back to home after a long struggle to sell the tickets and at last we sold it.
'What ass in the fucking world made your interest down while we risked our life's to get the tickets?' i asked Sreeni with my lost temper.
'I asked to sell my ticket and why did you guys didn't enjoy the movie.'
'Because we are not interested in execute the plan without the planner is there. Lets go to shangumukham.' Said Vivek suddenly.
Shangumukham is a beach nearer to the Trivandrum city. It is just 5 kilometers away from our home. We usually hangout there whenever we have a change in mood. It may be stressed or happy or anything we will have a reason to go there. We even worlds scariest topics from creation of something from nothing to string theory there. Our favourite subjects ranges from science and politics to girls! We all are admirers of arts and sports. Our tastes were different but we were bonded with one thing friendship. Sreeni loves classical music and classical dance form and some times i thought he should have born in early 50's. But god has a uniqueness in his creations. Another thing we three are interested in is knowledge. We are interested in anything below and above the sky from Isadora, creator of modern dance, to Steve Jobs and Alexander Turin founders of Apple and modern computers. We love pyramid to Madhura Meenakshi temple. These all come under our discussion while enjoy the night beauty of sky mating the sea.
'Start the vehicle dude. Are you day dreaming?' Sreeni tried to wake up from my thoughts about losing the movie.
'Dude I need more Petrol. Bike is going to stop in midway.' Since am an engineering student i don't have any money because my parents are least interested in giving me pocket money.
'I will pay for it dude. Come on lets have a feast for the birth of Jesus too.' Vivek insisted me to go and kick started my story.
We had our food from a local food shop which we call the shop as 'tattukada'. After food we rode to the petrol outlet at pattor. On the way I asked Vivek and Sreeni- 'Guys what about smashing a story?'.
'Come on dude. It is the spirit let us kick start it.'
The Start switch in my bike made a reason to commencement of a story.....
Read next>> http://weavethedreams.blogspot.in/2013/05/a-night-without-movie-i.html
'Where are you dude?'
'I reached home. Where are you fucking now?' Replied Sreeni with an irritating voice.
'Dude we took the tickets here at kairali. Are you coming or not?'
'Sell my ticket and you both enjoy the movie'
'What! are you mad?'
'No dude. I am least interested in riding back for the movie.'
I thought that night was not a good one for me because i missed the movie. But the truth was different. We took ride back to home after a long struggle to sell the tickets and at last we sold it.
'What ass in the fucking world made your interest down while we risked our life's to get the tickets?' i asked Sreeni with my lost temper.
'I asked to sell my ticket and why did you guys didn't enjoy the movie.'
'Because we are not interested in execute the plan without the planner is there. Lets go to shangumukham.' Said Vivek suddenly.
Shangumukham is a beach nearer to the Trivandrum city. It is just 5 kilometers away from our home. We usually hangout there whenever we have a change in mood. It may be stressed or happy or anything we will have a reason to go there. We even worlds scariest topics from creation of something from nothing to string theory there. Our favourite subjects ranges from science and politics to girls! We all are admirers of arts and sports. Our tastes were different but we were bonded with one thing friendship. Sreeni loves classical music and classical dance form and some times i thought he should have born in early 50's. But god has a uniqueness in his creations. Another thing we three are interested in is knowledge. We are interested in anything below and above the sky from Isadora, creator of modern dance, to Steve Jobs and Alexander Turin founders of Apple and modern computers. We love pyramid to Madhura Meenakshi temple. These all come under our discussion while enjoy the night beauty of sky mating the sea.
'Start the vehicle dude. Are you day dreaming?' Sreeni tried to wake up from my thoughts about losing the movie.
'Dude I need more Petrol. Bike is going to stop in midway.' Since am an engineering student i don't have any money because my parents are least interested in giving me pocket money.
'I will pay for it dude. Come on lets have a feast for the birth of Jesus too.' Vivek insisted me to go and kick started my story.
We had our food from a local food shop which we call the shop as 'tattukada'. After food we rode to the petrol outlet at pattor. On the way I asked Vivek and Sreeni- 'Guys what about smashing a story?'.
'Come on dude. It is the spirit let us kick start it.'
The Start switch in my bike made a reason to commencement of a story.....
Read next>> http://weavethedreams.blogspot.in/2013/05/a-night-without-movie-i.html
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Are you young or Old?
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.
As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.
You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
with regrets.”
She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
OPTIONAL.
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