[LeThanhPhong]

(Quora) How can you have stage 4 cancer and not know it?

Answered by Kate:

I’m my Mum’s case…because she didn’t have any symptoms.

She was active and healthy, she had raised 7 children and the last of us had just left home for university. Then one night she told my father she had a headache and felt a little nauseous, and was going to go to bed early. She got back up 1/2 hr later and vomited so my Dad called our GP (who lived across the street) and he came to check her over…it was assumed to be a migraine she went back to bed and GP told Dad to call if she threw up again and to check in with him in the morning. She couldn’t be woken the next day. 24 hrs later she was in surgery to remove a grapefruit sized mass from her brain.

95% of the mass was removed, she was awake by the time the biopsy results came back. Glioblastoma Multiforme IV. A terminal diagnosis, maybe 3 months without treatment, 12 months with treatment.

She started Palliative chemotherapy and radiation, then had another surgery around 5 months later. She came home and passed away 11 months after her diagnosis.

I should add….while I say she had no symptoms, what I really mean is she had no major symptoms that pointed towards something being wrong. She had had a few headaches but they weren’t bad enough to warrant extra testing, she had suffered occasional headaches her whole life so it wasn’t something new to her….after her diagnosis we were told that the tumour would have been slow growing, would have been there for many years so I guess the headaches were the symptom….unfortunately finding the cancer earlier wouldn’t have changed the outcome anyway, she would have just suffered for longer…

Edited to add…I am so sorry for everyone’s losses. Best wishes to everyone who has gone through similar.


Commented by Susan Burke:
Yes..you can. My son, healthy working dad of 4 small ones had a “ MUSCLE sprain” from playing basketball… or so he thought.

He saw his doctor, who via xray ordered antibiotics for a likely pneumonia.

After weeks it was still aching. No cough. No temp. No other signs…

Then, a bronchoscopy showed Lung Cancer. PET scan showed it'd spread. Stage 4 diagnosis.

2 years of treatments, while still working… it spread to his brain. Spread.. followed by a brain bleed, and then surgery, then pneumonia… left him weakened, and sick for the first time. Really sick.

He died. Stage 4 Lung cancer to a young man in his 30s. Nonsmoker. Never did any drugs. Didn't drink. Athletic… healthy. Happy.

It happens… why? The environment? Genes? Pesticides? Radiation? Synergy of all?

It's only has been a few years now… and I still wonder, WHY? Heartbreaking.

Commented by Jeff K.:
Some cancers are just what my doctor called “bad luck” due to genes that make a person more likely to die from cancer or from various forms of radiation in the environment and toxins in water, food, or even in the air. Life is very short and very fragile. One way to put it all into perspective is to realize that no matter how healthy we are or how long we live, almost none of us will still be here a hundred years from now. And those who do manage to live into their early hundreds will most likely be sitting in a chair all day, unable to do anything fun anymore. So, rather than worrying about the inevitable, get out there and have fun while you can. Enjoy each moment like it might be your last because eventually it will be.


Commented by Jacqueline Sharon:
Jeff, that is a Wonderful Reply and Very Touching. We all live as though we are immortal, worrying about things that don’t matter and complaining about trivial things. But time goes by very fast and none of us will ever have enough of it and no matter how we meet our end and be Returned to Our Maker, we have to make the most of it. My Dad always says,” be very Grateful you wake up every day because Life is Sweet”! Bless You Kind Sir.

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[LeThanhPhong]

Truyện "Butch Minds the Baby" đã được đóng thành phim cùng tên vào năm 1942.

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Butch Minds the Baby 
by Damon Runyon

One evening along about seven o'clock I am sitting in Mindy's restaurant putting on the gefillte fish, which is a dish I am very fond of, when in come three parties from Brooklyn wearing caps as follows: Harry the Horse, Little Isadore, and Spanish John.

Now these parties are not such parties as I will care to have much truck with, because I often hear rumours about them that are very discreditable, even if the rumours are not true. In fact, I hear that many citizens of Brooklyn will be very glad indeed to see Harry the Horse, Little Isadore and Spanish John move away from there, as they are always doing something that is considered a knock to the community, such as robbing people, or maybe shooting or stabbing them, and throwing pineapples, and carrying on generally.

I am really much surprised to see these parties on Broadway, as it is well known that the Broadway coppers just naturally love to shove such parties around, but there they are in Mindy's, and there I am, so of course I give them a very large hello, as I never wish to seem inhospitable, even to Brooklyn parties. Right away they come over to my table and sit down, and Little Isadore reaches out and spears himself a big hunk of my gefillte fish with his fingers, but I overlook this, as I am using the only knife on the table.
Then they all sit there looking at me without saying anything, and the way they look at me makes me very nervous indeed. Finally I figure that maybe they are a little embarrassed being in a high-class spot such as Mindy's, with legitimate people around and about, so I say to them, very polite:
'It is a nice night.'
'What is nice about it?' asks Harry the Horse, who is a thin man with a sharp face and sharp eyes.
Well, now that it is put up to me in this way, I can see there is nothing so nice about the night, at that, so I try to think of something else jolly to say, while Little Isadore keeps spearing at my gefillte fish with his fingers, and Spanish John nabs one of my potatoes.
'Where does Big Butch live?' Harry the Horse asks.
'Big Butch?' I say, as if I never hear the name before in my life, because in this man's town it is never a good idea to answer any question without thinking it over, as some time you may give the right answer to the wrong guy, or the wrong answer to the right guy. 'Where does Big Butch live?' I ask them again.
'Yes, where does he live?' Harry the Horse says, very impatient. 'We wish you to take us to him.'
'Now wait a minute, Harry,' I say, and I am now more nervous than somewhat. 'I am not sure I remember the exact house Big Butch lives in, and furthermore I am not sure Big Butch will care to have me bringing people to see him, especially three at a time, and especially from Brooklyn. You know Big Butch has a very bad disposition, and there is no telling what he may say to me if he does not like the idea of me taking you to him.'
'Everything is very kosher,' Harry the Horse says. 'You need not be afraid of anything whatever. We have a business proposition for Big Butch. It means a nice score for him, so you take us to him at once, or the chances are I will have to put the arm on somebody around here.'
Well, as the only one around there for him to put the arm on at this time seems to be me, I can see where it will be good policy for me to take these parties to Big Butch especially as the last of my gefillte fish is just going down Little Isadore's gullet, and Spanish John is finishing up my potatoes, and is donking a piece of rye bread in my coffee, so there is nothing more for me to eat.
So I lead them over into West Forty-ninth Street, near Tenth Avenue, where Big Butch lives on the ground floor of an old brownstone-front house, and who is sitting out on the stoop but Big Butch himself. In fact, everybody in the neighbourhood is sitting out on the front stoops over there, including women and children, because sitting out on the front stoops is quite a custom in this section.
Big Butch is peeled down to his undershirt and pants, and he has no shoes on his feet, as Big Butch is a guy who loves his comfort. Furthermore, he is smoking a cigar, and laid out on the stoop beside him on a blanket is a little baby with not much clothes on. This baby seems to be asleep, and every now and then Big Butch fans it with a folded newspaper to shoo away the mosquitoes that wish to nibble on the baby. These mosquitoes come across the river from the Jersey side on hot nights and they seem to be very fond of babies.
'Hello, Butch,' I say, as we stop in front of the stoop.
'Sh-h-h-h!' Butch says, pointing at the baby, and making more noise with his shush than an engine blowing off steam. Then he gets up and tiptoes down to the sidewalk where we are standing, and I am hoping that Butch feels all right, because when Butch does not feel so good he is apt to be very short with one and all. He is a guy of maybe six foot two and a couple of feet wide, and he has big hairy hands and a mean look.
In fact, Big Butch is known all over this man's town as a guy you must not monkey with in any respect, so it takes plenty of weight off me when I see that he seems to know the parties from Brooklyn, and nods at them very friendly, especially at Harry the Horse. And right away Harry states a most surprising proposition to Big Butch.
It seems that there is a big coal company which has an office in an old building down in West Eighteenth Street, and in this office is a safe, and in this safe is the company pay roll of twenty thousand dollars cash money. Harry the Horse knows the money is there because a personal friend of his who is the paymaster for the company puts it there late this very afternoon.
It seems that the paymaster enters into a dicker with Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John for them to slug him while he is carrying the pay roll from the bank to the office in the afternoon, but something happens that they miss connections on the exact spot, so the paymaster has to carry the sugar on to the office without being slugged, and there it is now in two fat bundles.
Personally it seems to me as I listen to Harry's story that the paymaster must be a very dishonest character to be making deals to hold still while he is being slugged and the company's sugar taken away from him, but of course it is none of my business, so I take no part in the conversation.
Well, it seems that Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John wish to get the money out of the safe, but none of them knows anything about opening safes, and while they are standing around over in Brooklyn talking over what is to be done in this emergency Harry suddenly remembers that Big Butch is once in the business of opening safes for a living.
In fact, I hear afterwards that Big Butch is considered the best safe-opener east of the Mississippi River in his day, but the law finally takes to sending him to Sing Sing for opening these safes, and after he is in and out of Sing Sing three different times for opening safes Butch gets sick and tired of the place especially as they pass what is called the Baumes Law in New York, which is a law that says if a guy is sent to Sing Sing four times hand running, he must stay there the rest of his life, without any argument about it.
So Big Butch gives up opening safes for a living, and goes into business in a small way, such as running beer, and handling a little Scotch now and then, and becomes an honest citizen. Furthermore, he marries one of the neighbours' children over on the West Side by the name of Mary Murphy, and I judge the baby on this stoop comes of this marriage between Big Butch and Mary because I can see that it is a very homely baby, indeed. Still, I never see many babies that I consider rose geraniums for looks, anyway.
Well, it finally comes out that the idea of Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John is to get Big Butch to open the coal company's safe and take the pay-roll money out, and they are willing to give him fifty per cent. of the money for his bother, taking fifty per cent. for themselves for finding the plant, and paying all the overhead, such as the paymaster, out of their bit, which strikes me as a pretty fair sort of deal for Big Butch. But Butch only shakes his head.
'It is old-fashioned stuff,' Butch says. 'Nobody opens pete boxes for a living any more. They make the boxes too good, and they are all wired up with alarms and are a lot of trouble generally. I am in a legitimate business now and going along. You boys know I cannot stand another fall, what with being away three times already, and in addition to this I must mind the baby. My old lady goes to Mrs. Clancy's wake to-night up in the Bronx, and the chances are she will be there all night, as she is very fond of wakes, so I must mind little John Ignatius Junior.'
'Listen, Butch,' Harry the Horse says, 'this is a very soft pete. It is old-fashioned, and you can open it with a toothpick. There are no wires on it, because they never put more than a dime in it before in years. It just happens they have to put the twenty G's in it tonight because my pal the paymaster makes it a point not to get back from the jug with the scratch in time to pay-off to-day, especially after he sees we miss out on him. It is the softest touch you will ever know, and where can a guy pick up ten G's like this?'
I can see that Big Butch is thinking the ten G's over very seriously, at that, because in these times nobody can afford to pass up ten G's, especially a guy in the beer business, which is very, very tough just now. But finally he shakes his head again and says like this:
'No,' he says, 'I must let it go, because I must mind the baby. My old lady is very, very particular about this, and I dast not leave little John Ignatius Junior for a minute. If Mary comes home and finds I am not minding the baby she will put the blast on me plenty. I like to turn a few honest bobs now and then as well as anybody, but,' Butch says, 'John Ignatius Junior comes first with me.'
Then he turns away and goes back to the stoop as much as to say he is through arguing, and sits down beside John Ignatius Junior again just in time to keep a mosquito from carrying off one of John's legs. Anybody can see that Big Butch is very fond of this baby, though personally I will not give you a dime for a dozen babies, male and female.
Well, Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John are very much disappointed, and stand around talking among themselves, and paying no attention to me, when all of a sudden Spanish John, who never has much to say up to this time, seems to have a bright idea. He talks to Harry and Isadore, and they get all pleasured up over what he has to say, and finally Harry goes to Big Butch.
'Sh-h-h-h!' Big Butch says, pointing to the baby as Harry opens his mouth. 'Listen, Butch,' Harry says in a whisper, 'we can take the baby with us, and you can mind it and work, too.'
'Why,' Big Butch whispers back, 'this is quite an idea indeed. Let us go into the house and talk things over.'
So he picks up the baby and leads us into his joint, and gets out some pretty fair beer, though it is needled a little, at that, and we sit around the kitchen chewing the fat in whispers. There is a crib in the kitchen, and Butch puts the baby in this crib, and it keeps on snoozing away first rate while we are talking. In fact, it is sleeping so sound that I am commencing to figure that Butch must give it some of the needled beer he is feeding us, because I am feeling a little dopey myself.
Finally Butch says that as long as he can take John Ignatius Junior with him he sees no reason why he shall not go and open the safe for them, only he says he must have five per cent. more to put in the baby's bank when he gets back, so as to round himself up with his ever-loving wife in case of a beef from her over keeping the baby out in the night air. Harry the Horse says he considers this extra five per cent. a little strong, but Spanish John, who seems to be a very square guy, says that after all it is only fair to cut the baby in if it is to be with them when making the score, and Little Isadore seems to think this is all right, too. So Harry the Horse gives in, and says five per cent. it is.
Well, as they do not wish to start out until after midnight, and as there is plenty of time, Big Butch gets out some more needled beer, and then he goes looking for the tools with which he opens safes, and which he says he does not see since the day John Ignatius Junior is born and he gets them out to build the crib.
Now this is a good time for me to bid one and all farewell, and what keeps me there is something I cannot tell you to this day, because personally I never before have any idea of taking part in a safe opening, especially with a baby, as I consider such actions very dishonourable. When I come to think over things afterwards, the only thing I can figure is the needled beer, but I wish to say I am really very much surprised at myself when I find myself in a taxicab along about one o'clock in the morning with these Brooklyn parties and Big Butch and the baby.
Butch has John Ignatius Junior rolled up in a blanket, and John is still pounding his ear. Butch has a satchel of tools, and what looks to me like a big flat book, and just before we leave the house Butch hands me a package and tells me to be very careful with it. He gives Little Isadore a smaller package, which Isadore shoves into his pistol pocket, and when Isadore sits down in the taxi something goes wa-wa, like a sheep, and Big Butch becomes very indignant because it seems Isadore is sitting on John Ignatius Junior's doll, which says 'Mamma' when you squeeze it.
It seems Big Butch figures that John Ignatius Junior may wish something to play with in case he wakes up, and it is a good thing for Little Isadore that the mamma doll is not squashed so it cannot say 'Mamma' any more, or the chances are Little Isadore will get a good bust in the snoot.
We let the taxicab go a block away from the spot we are headed for in West Eighteenth Street, between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, and walk the rest of the way two by two. I walk with Big Butch carrying my package, and Butch is lugging the baby and his satchel and the flat thing that looks like a book. It is so quiet down in West Eighteenth Street at such an hour that you can hear yourself think, and in fact I hear myself thinking very plain that I am a big sap to be on a job like this, especially with a baby, but I keep going just the same, which shows you what a very big sap I am, indeed.
There are very few people in West Eighteenth Street when we get there, and one of them is a fat guy who is leaning against a building almost in the centre of the block, and who takes a walk for himself as soon as he sees us. It seems that this fat guy is the watchman at the coal company's office and is also a personal friend of Harry the Horse, which is why he takes the walk when he sees us coming.
It is agreed before we leave Big Butch's house that Harry the Horse and Spanish John are to stay outside the place as lookouts, while Big Butch is inside opening the safe, and that Little Isadore is to go with Butch. Nothing whatever is said by anybody about where I am to be at any time, and I can see that, no matter where I am, I will still be an outsider, but, as Butch gives me the package to carry, I figure he wishes me to remain with him.
It is no bother at all getting into the office of the coal company, which is on the ground floor, because it seems the watchman leaves the front door open, this watchman being a most obliging guy, indeed. In fact, he is so obliging that by and by he comes back and lets Harry the Horse and Spanish John tie him up good and tight, and stick a handkerchief in his mouth and chuck him in an areaway next to the office, so nobody will think he has anything to do with opening the safe in case anybody comes around asking.
The office looks out on the street, and the safe that Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John wish Big Butch to open is standing up against the rear wall of the office facing the street windows. There is one little electric light burning very dim over the safe so that when anybody walks past the place outside, such as a watchman, they can look in through the window and see the safe at all times, unless they are blind. It is not a tall safe, and it is not a big safe, and I can see Big Butch grin when he sees it, so I figure this safe is not much of a safe, just as Harry the Horse claims.
Well, as soon as Big Butch and the baby and Little Isadore and me get into the office, Big Butch steps over to the safe and unfolds what I think is the big flat book, and what is it but a sort of screen painted on one side to look exactly like the front of a safe. Big Butch stands this screen up on the floor in front of the real safe, leaving plenty of space in between, the idea being that the screen will keep anyone passing in the street outside from seeing Butch while he is opening the safe, because when a man is opening a safe he needs all the privacy he can get.
Big Butch lays John Ignatius Junior down on the floor on the blanket behind the phony safe front and takes his tools out of the satchel and starts to work opening the safe, while little Isadore and me get back in a corner where it is dark, because there is not room for all of us back of the screen. However, we can see what Big Butch is doing, and I wish to say while I never before see a professional safe-opener at work, and never wish to see another, this Butch handles himself like a real artist.
He starts drilling into the safe around the combination lock, working very fast and very quiet, when all of a sudden what happens but John Ignatius Junior sits up on the blanket and lets out a squall. Naturally this is most disquieting to me, and personally I am in favour of beaning John Ignatius Junior with something to make him keep still, because I am nervous enough as it is. But the squalling does not seem to bother Big Butch. He lays down his tools and picks up John Ignatius Junior and starts whispering, 'There, there, there, my itty oddleums. Da-dad is here.'
Well, this sounds very nonsensical to me in such a situation, and it makes no impression whatever on John Ignatius Junior. He keeps on squalling, and I judge he is squalling pretty loud because I see Harry the Horse and Spanish John both walk past the window and look in very anxious. Big Butch jiggles John Ignatius Junior up and down and keeps whispering baby talk to him, which sounds very undignified coming from a high-class safe-opener, and finally Butch whispers to me to hand him the package I am carrying.
He opens the package, and what is in it but a baby's nursing bottle full of milk. Moreover, there is a little tin stew pan, and Butch hands the pan to me and whispers to me to find a water tap somewhere in the joint and fill the pan with water. So I go stumbling around in the dark in a room behind the office and bark my shins several times before I find a tap and fill the pan. I take it back to Big Butch, and he squats there with the baby on one arm, and gets a tin of what is called canned heat out of the package, and lights this canned heat with his cigar lighter, and starts heating the pan of water with the nursing bottle in it.
Big Butch keeps sticking his finger in the pan of water while it is heating, and by and by he puts the rubber nipple of the nursing bottle in his mouth and takes a pull at it to see if the milk is warm enough, just like I see dolls who have babies do. Apparently the milk is okay, as Butch hands the bottle to John Ignatius Junior, who grabs hold of it with both hands, and starts sucking on the business end. Naturally he has to stop squalling, and Big Butch goes to work on the safe again, with John Ignatius Junior sitting on the blanket, pulling on the bottle and looking wiser than a treeful of owls.
It seems the safe is either a tougher job than anybody figures, or Big Butch's tools are not so good, what with being old and rusty and used for building baby cribs, because he breaks a couple of drills and works himself up into quite a sweat without getting anywhere. Butch afterwards explains to me that he is one of the first guys in this country to open safes without explosives, but he says to do this work properly you have to know the safes so as to drill to the tumblers of the lock just right, and it seems that this particular safe is a new type to him, even if it is old, and he is out of practice.
Well, in the meantime, John Ignatius Junior finishes his bottle and starts mumbling again, and Big Butch gives him a tool to play with, and finally Butch needs this tool and tries to take it away from John Ignatius Junior, and the baby lets out such a squawk that Butch has to let him keep it until he can sneak it away from him, and this causes more delay.
Finally Big Butch gives up trying to drill the safe open, and he whispers to us that he will have to put a little shot in it to loosen up the lock, which is all right with us, because we are getting tired of hanging around and listening to John Ignatius junior's glug-glugging. As far as I am personally concerned, I am wishing I am home in bed.
Well, Butch starts pawing through his satchel looking for something and it seems that what he is looking for is a little bottle of some kind of explosive with which to shake the lock on the safe up some, and at first he cannot find this bottle, but finally he discovers that John Ignatius Junior has it and is gnawing at the cork, and Butch has quite a battle making John Ignatius Junior give it up.
Anyway, he fixes the explosive in one of the holes he drills near the combination lock on the safe, and then he puts in a fuse, and just before he touches off the fuse Butch picks up John Ignatius Junior and hands him to Little Isadore, and tells us to go into the room behind the office. John Ignatius Junior does not seem to care for Little Isadore, and I do not blame him, at that, because he starts to squirm around quite some in Isadore's arms and lets out a squall, but all of a sudden he becomes very quiet indeed, and, while I am not able to prove it, something tells me that Little Isadore has his hand over John Ignatius Junior's mouth.
Well, Big Butch joins us right away in the back room, and sound comes out of John Ignatius Junior again as Butch takes him from Little Isadore, and I am thinking that it is a good thing for Isadore that the baby cannot tell Big Butch what Isadore does to him.
'I put in just a little bit of a shot,' Big Butch says, 'and it will not make any more noise than snapping your fingers.'
But a second later there is a big whoom from the office, and the whole joint shakes, and John Ignatius laughs right out loud. The chances are he thinks it is the Fourth of July.
'I guess maybe I put in too big a charge,' Big Butch says, and then he rushes into the office with Little Isadore and me after him, and John Ignatius Junior still laughing very heartily for a small baby. The door of the safe is swinging loose, and the whole joint looks somewhat wrecked, but Big Butch loses no time in getting his dukes into the safe and grabbing out two big bundles of cash money, which he sticks inside his shirt.
As we go into the street Harry the Horse and Spanish John come running up much excited, and Harry says to Big Butch like this:
'What are you trying to do,' he says, 'wake up the whole town?'
'Well,' Butch says, 'I guess maybe the charge is too strong, at that, but nobody seems to be coming, so you and Spanish John walk over to Eighth Avenue, and the rest of us will walk to Seventh, and if you go along quiet, like people minding their own business, it will be all right.'
But I judge Little Isadore is tired of John Ignatius Junior's company by this time, because he says he will go with Harry the Horse and Spanish John, and this leaves Big Butch and John Ignatius Junior and me to go the other way. So we start moving, and all of a sudden two cops come tearing around the corner toward which Harry and Isadore and Spanish John are going. The chances are the cops hear the earthquake Big Butch lets off and are coming to investigate.
But the chances are, too, that if Harry the Horse and the other two keep on walking along very quietly like Butch tells them to, the coppers will pass them up entirely, because it is not likely that coppers will figure anybody to be opening safes with explosives in this neighbourhood. But the minute Harry the Horse sees the coppers he loses his nut, and he outs with the old equalizer and starts blasting away, and what does Spanish John do but get his out, too, and open up.
The next thing anybody knows, the two coppers are down on the ground with slugs in them, but other coppers are coming from every which direction, blowing whistles and doing a little blasting themselves, and there is plenty of excitement, especially when the coppers who are not chasing Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John start poking around the neighbourhood and find Harry's pal, the watchman, all tied up nice and tight where Harry leaves him, and the watchman explains that some scoundrels blow open the safe he is watching.
All this time Big Butch and me are walking in the other direction toward Seventh Avenue, and Big Butch has John Ignatius in his arms, and John Ignatius is now squalling very loud indeed. The chances are he is still thinking of the big whoom back there which tickles him so and is wishing to hear some more whooms. Anyway, he is beating his own best record for squalling, and as we go walking along Big Butch says to me like this:
'I dast not run,' he says, 'because if any coppers see me running they will start popping at me and maybe hit John Ignatius Junior, and besides running will joggle the milk up in him and make him sick. My old lady always warns me never to joggle John Ignatius Junior when he is full of milk.'
'Well, Butch,' I say, 'there is no milk in me, and I do not care if I am joggled up, so if you do not mind, I will start doing a piece of running at the next corner.'
But just then around the corner of Seventh Avenue toward which we are headed comes two or three coppers with a big fat sergeant with them, and one of the coppers, who is half-out of breath as if he has been doing plenty of sprinting, is explaining to the sergeant that somebody blows a safe down the street and shoots a couple of coppers in the getaway.
And there is Big Butch, with John Ignatius Junior in his arms and twenty G's in his shirt front and a tough record behind him, walking right up to them.
I am feeling very sorry, indeed, for Big Butch, and very sorry for myself, too, and I am saying to myself that if I get out of this I will never associate with anyone but ministers of the gospel as long as I live. I can remember thinking that I am getting a better break than Butch, at that, because I will not have to go to Sing Sing for the rest of my life, like him, and I also remember wondering what they will give John Ignatius Junior, who is still tearing off these squalls, with Big Butch saying, 'There, there, there, Daddy's itty woogleurns.' Then I hear one of the coppers say to the fat sergeant:
'We better nail these guys. They may be in on this.'
Well, I can see it is good-bye to Butch and John Ignatius Junior and me, as the fat sergeant steps up to Big Butch, but instead of putting the arm on Butch, the fat sergeant only points at John Ignatius Junior and asks very sympathetic:
'Teeth?'
'No,' Big Butch says. 'Not teeth. Colic. I just get the doctor here out of bed to do something for him, and we are going to a drug store to get some medicine.'
Well, naturally I am very much surprised at this statement, because of course I am not a doctor, and if John Ignatius Junior has colic it serves him right, but I am only hoping they do not ask for my degree, when the fat sergeant says:
'Too bad. I know what it is. I got three of them at home. But,' he says, 'it acts more like it is teeth than colic.'
Then as Big Butch and John Ignatius Junior and me go on about our business I hear the fat sergeant say to the copper, very sarcastic:
'Yes, of course a guy is out blowing safes with a baby in his arms! You will make a great detective, you will!'
I do not see Big Butch for several days after I learn that Harry the Horse and Little Isadore and Spanish John get back to Brooklyn all right, except they are a little nicked up here and there from the slugs the coppers toss at them, while the coppers they clip are not damaged so very much. Furthermore, the chances are I will not see Big Butch for several years, if it is left to me, but he comes looking for me one night, and he seems to be all pleasured up about something.
'Say,' Big Butch says to me, 'you know I never give a copper credit for knowing any too much about anything, but I wish to say that this fat sergeant we run into the other night is a very, very smart duck. He is right about it being teeth that is ailing John Ignatius Junior, for what happens yesterday but John cuts his first tooth.'

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GARY BRECKA

The presence of oxygen is the absence of disease.

Why should you meditate daily?

1. Improve your memory
   
2. Reduce stress
   
3. Improve concentration
   
4. Improve sex life :)
   
5. Slow down aging process
   

The Man Who Can Predict How Long You Have Left To Live (To The Nearest Month): Gary Brecka | E225




The best health advice i heard - The presence of oxygen is the absence of disease | Gary Brecka

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Mặc dù WebMD nói rằng không thể chữa được bệnh loãng xương (oteoporosis), sự thật trái ngược lại!

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Reverse/Prevent OSTEOPOROSIS (Get Stronger Bones) 2023




Commented by Ben Phartine, 7mo ago:

@21kidsanddogs. People don't seem to understand bone broth, I know I didn't. Think of the stuff your bone need to develop properly. When you cook bones, slow long over low heat, not the fats in the bones. The bone demineralize into their basic constituents like magnesium, phosphorus, calcium, ...to name a few. You can then eat the liquids part of a soup stock like water. Then, the minerals that leached out of the bones can be used by your body to build and repair it's own bones. Too much heat will burn the bottom of the pan and will ruin the bone broth, so remember to use the lowest setting and cook the bones for a long time, maybe 36-48 hours.

Commented by Bryan Adamik, 4 mo ago:
@Poziwarmage28. You need protein also for bones. A good, and balanced diet.

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Dĩ Vãng - Trịnh Nam Sơn | ASIA 9




Ɲgàу xưa em cất bước ra đi, không từ giã,
Để lòng ai nuối tiếc mối tình, chìm cuối trời xa
Ɲgàу đó xa nhau, đời ngừng tiếng hát
Ɲgàу đó chia taу, trời buồn ngơ ngác
Quạnh hiu đời tôi, từng năm tháng qua.
Lời уêu thương em nỡ vô tình, quên thật sao
Ϲòn lại tôi ôm lấу riêng mình, tình dưới vực sâu
Ɲgàу ấу em đi, đời buồn ủ rũ,
Ɲgàу ấу chia lу, đường về quên lối
Và tôi từ đâу, tìm lу rượu caу.
Ɲgười ơi, dĩ vãng đã xa,
Ɛm có haу rằng, tôi vẫn còn thương
Ϲòn nhớ, đôi ta đêm nào
Quấn quít bên nhau, thân xác rã rời
Ɲàу em, dĩ vãng đã qua,
Đêm đã mưa xa, tôi vẫn một mình
Ϲòn em, naу ở nơi nào
Hạnh phúc bên nhau, haу đã xót xa.
Ɗù tình đôi ta đã xa rồi, xa vòng taу
Lời уêu thương em hứa cho người, là giấc mộng phai
Tình vẫn trong tôi, ngập đầу nỗi nhớ
Giọng hát buông lơi, ngọt từng hơi thở
Để có mình tôi, và những ngàу xưa,
Yêu em ... уêu em
Và tôi ... sẽ mãi уêu ... em ...

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No Nonsense Guide to Tree Felling. How to cut down a tree safely.  FarmCraft101

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(Quora) I smell very bad. Everywhere I go people breathe heavily because of me and say it smells bad. I've tried lots of deodorants, and when I wear perfume it smells too strong. I shower everyday. What should I do?

Answered by Wendy Griffin Anderson:

• Start with scrupulous personal hygiene.
  

Bathe at least once every 36 hours, using soap and warm (not hot) water. Make sure you get in all the folds and crevices of your body, and make sure to wash the parts that get sweaty very thoroughly. I recommend an unscented soap, as some body chemistries interact unpleasantly with some fragrances.
Brush and floss your teeth at least twice a day, and preferably after any meal or snack.
Change your underwear daily at minimum, and more if you have leaks or accidents. If you are going “commando,” stop. Underwear (proper underwear, not sexy, barely-there underwear) is actually functional. It’s meant to catch the discharges and debris that are part of normal bodily functions. If you are going without undies, then all that stuff is going into your clothing, where air can reach it more easily. When air hits body fluids, it creates an odor.
Wash your clothes after every wearing. (Yes, some people can squeak by with washing after two wearings, but if you’re being told you smell, you probably shouldn’t.) Again, I recommend using unscented laundry products.
If you do something that makes you sweaty, change clothes. You may also want to wash your armpits and other body folds to remove trapped sweat.
If you have incontinence issues, wear incontinence pads or incontinence underwear. Urine exposed to air has a distinct and very unpleasant odor.
If you are menstruating, be sure to change your protection frequently to prevent any odors.
Make sure you clean your bum thoroughly after pooping. Poop also has an odor when exposed to air.
Wash your hands after all toileting activities, as any splash or residue will leave an odor.
If you have eneuresis or other night-time discharges, change bed linens and pajamas immediately.
Don’t wear multiple fragranced products all at once. If you use scented laundry detergent, scented dryer sheets, scented soap, scented shampoo, scented moisturizer or lotion, and cologne/perfume, you end up with a melange of scents that may not harmonize nicely.
Examine your environment. If your home is smelly, you will carry that smell with you when you go out.

Make sure trash cans are emptied regularly.
Don’t let dirty laundry build up. Wash regularly and frequently.
Wash your bed linens at least once a week in the hottest water possible. All kinds of icky things build up in your sheets and blankets, and they can lead to odors.
If you have pets, make sure their messes are cleaned up promptly and that their bedding / enclosures are cleaned frequently.
When weather permits, open your front and back windows to let air flow through your home.
Use the ventahood when cooking to remove cooking odors from your home.
Vacuum floors regularly.
Keep bathrooms and kitchen drains clean.
If wearing clean clothes on a clean body doesn’t improve the situation, it’s time to look at your diet.

Garlic, whether cooked or raw, is a big offender when it comes to odor. Some people cannot eat garlic without having the odor of it emanate from their skin. So if you eat a lot of garlic, try eliminating it from your diet first. If, after 4 to 6 weeks garlic-free, you are still getting complaints of an odor, then it’s probably not the garlic in your diet.
Broccoli and other cruciferous vegetables (things like bok choy, cauliflower, brussels sprouts, kale, and cabbage) also can cause you to emanate a strong odor. Again, eliminate them completely from your diet for 4 to 6 weeks and see if the complaints about odor disappear.
If you try all of this and still get complaints that you smell, you should see your doctor.

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A Man Swallowed A Wireless Ear Bud. This Is What Happened To His Stomach.

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(Quora) If HOAs are so bad, why do people start them and then allow them to become little dictatorships?

Answered by Franklin Veaux:

Let me tell you a secret.

This is a secret a lot of people don’t like to hear. Some might even call it “politically incorrect.”

You ready? Buckle up, Dorothy, because Kansas is going bye-bye.

Given a choice, the vast majority of people prefer to live in a dictatorship, as long as the dictator has the same tastes they do.

Homeowners associations become petty dictatorships because that’s what people want.

They like the idea that the HOA controls what color they paint their house, as long as the HOA tells people to use colors they already like.

They like the idea that the HOA controls what people do with their property, as long as the HOA says they have to do things they were already going to do anyway.

People blather on and on about “freedom,” but the ugly truth is “freedom” means people doing things you personally don’t want to do. It means people painting their houses colors you personally don’t like. It means people landscaping in ways you personally find ugly.

As long as the dictator shares their tastes, most people joyfully embrace the dictator.

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(Quora) In a court, if a lawyer demands a yes/no answer to a question that simply cannot be answered such, what happens if a witness refuses to provide a simple yes/no answer?

Answered by Caleb Davis:

Some of the best advice I received before the first time I had to testify in Court came from one of our older County Attorneys. He wanted to prepare me for what the Defense Attorney would do when he cross-examines. He gave me this as a sample question.

Attorney: Do you know what time it is?
Me: 8:47.
Attorney: WRONG! Now you have to explain when was the last time you set your watch, and how old the battery is, and what clock you used to set it by.
Me: Then what do I say?
Attorney: You say “Yes”. He asks you if you know what time it is. You say Yes. Or you say No. But your goal, with every single question, is to provide the most brief answer you can. If he wants to know what time it is, he will ask that too. If he didn’t, you don’t volunteer a darn thing.

It was a crazy concept, because my impulse is always to try and explain things. That’s our nature, I guess. But in the end, attorneys are trained to try to twist things around and make it look as though you are contradicting yourself, even when what you are saying is perfectly true. They can only accomplish that if they have enough information to work with. If you don’t provide them with anything non-essential, that becomes much harder for them to accomplish. And this goes for witnesses and attorneys on either side.
So if they ask you a yes or no question, the best answer is yes or no. If you can’t, then you say “I don’t know.” You want to say as absolutely little as possible, so they don’t take one tiny, insignificant thing you said, not actually relevant to the situation, and twist that around as either a reason to discredit you and make you look like a liar, or as a way to contradict something else that you’ve said previously.

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Lúc còn nhỏ, LTP được đọc câu truyện sau đây về một họa sĩ và ông thợ giày. May sao, hôm nay, LTP tìm lại được trong internet.

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Xin chớ lên cao quá chiếc giày | Mai Nhật Thi | Nghệ Thuật Sống

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A-Pen  là một họa sĩ trứ danh nước cổ Hi Lạp. Ông rất nghiêm khắc với mình. Không những thấy người khác công kích mình, ông không giận, ông lại còn tìm người ta để người ta công kích cho tài nghệ của mình mỗi ngày mỗi tiến hơn.

Tương truyền ông có một phương pháp rất thực tế để nghe những lời phẩm bình chân  xác. Thường ông bày tranh vẽ của ông ở những nơi đông đúc rồi ông trốn ở một nơi kín đáo gần đó để nghe người ta bình luận.

Một hôm, ông trưng một bức tranh vẽ một người kỵ mã. Bỗng có một người thợ giày tiến đến và phê bình đôi giày ở trong tranh rất đúng. Buổi tối hôm đó, A-Pen về sửa ngay lỗi của mình,

Cũng người thợ giày đó, hôm sau lại trở lại.

Thấy họa sĩ đã sửa lại bức vẽ rồi, y đắc chí lắm cho là họa sĩ kém mình, nói ba hoa hết cái này sang cái khác, không chừa bộ phận nào của người kỵ sĩ và con ngựa mà không chỉ trích.

A-Pen chán ngấy, ở trong chỗ ẩn chạy ra và bảo :

– Ơ này anh thợ giày, xin anh chớ lên cao quá chiếc giày !

(Sưu tầm)

____________

Chút Suy Tư

+ 1. Người thợ đóng giày hiểu biết về chiếc giày

Ảnh minh họa
“Bỗng có một người thợ giày tiến đến và phê bình đôi giày ở trong tranh rất đúng”. (trích truyện).

Nếu người thợ đóng giày biết dừng lại sự phê bình trong phạm vi nghề nghiệp của mình thì hay quá. Ta có thể hình dung kiến thức nghề nghiệp của người thợ đóng giày về mẫu mã của chiếc giày, về tỷ lệ gót giày, thân giày, mũi giày, những chi tiết trình bày trên da giày, cách chọn lựa da giày, cách làm cho độ cứng mềm của da phù hợp với mục đích và kiểu dáng của chiếc giày…

+ 2. Người thợ đóng giày làm sao biết về người kỵ mã.

Người kỵ mã khi đang trên lưng ngựa dáng dấp như thế nào, cách cầm cương ngựa ra sao, bộ vó ngựa khi bình thường như thế nào, khi phi nước đại ra sao, nhìn bức tranh ngựa phi được vẽ sống động sẽ hình dung được nhịp vó ngựa hùng dũng đến mức nào… Người thợ đóng giày không biết chút gì về kỵ mã sẽ không thể nào thưởng thức được bức tranh người kỵ mã. Thưởng thức không nổi thì sao có thể phê bình ?

“Thấy họa sĩ đã sửa lại bức vẽ rồi, y đắc chí lắm cho là họa sĩ kém mình, nói ba hoa hết cái này sang cái khác, không chừa bộ phận nào của người kỵ sĩ và con ngựa mà không chỉ trích.” (trích truyện).

+ 3. Xin chớ lên cao quá chiếc giày !

“Ơ này anh thợ giày, xin anh chớ lên cao quá chiếc giày !” (trích truyện)

Bức tranh của A-Pen, vì ông là một họa sĩ trứ danh nước cổ Hi Lạp, ông không thể không nghiên cứu những tư thế của người kỵ mã, cả người lẫn ngựa.

Nếu chỉ là một bức tranh chiếc giày, chắc chắn lời phê bình và đánh giá của người thợ giày sẽ là những lời khuyên và hướng dẫn quý báu cho người vẽ tranh, nhưng bức tranh này bao gồm nhiều hình ảnh khác nữa, ngoài tầm kiến thức của người đóng giày. Lời yêu cầu của người họa sĩ với người đóng giày thật không thể  tìm lời nào khác hay hơn.

Cuộc sống ngày nay chúng ta gặp không ít những người thợ đóng giày như thế.

Có nhiều người may mắn chưa hẳn vì tài năng mà còn vì khéo ứng xử ở đời nên lên dần thành người nổi tiếng. Nhiều người nổi tiếng vì lợi nhuận, vì tiền bạc, đã lèo lái dư luận đem lại cuộc đời nhiều sự lệch lạc, tuột dốc. Nghệ thuật rẻ tiền. Chạy theo thị hiếu. Mì ăn liền. Những hoa trái nghệ thuật vừa sinh ra đã chết.

Làm thầy thuốc mà lầm thì hại một mạng người
Làm chính trị mà lầm thì hại một thế hệ
Làm văn hóa giáo dục mà lầm thì hại muôn đời. (Lão Tử).

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Beginner dance workout.

Easy To Follow 30 Minute Dance Workout View From The Back (Salsa, Bachata, Merengue, Mambo And More

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Ruột đau "chín chiều" 

CHÍN CHIỀU

Câu ca dao của người xưa, thật là sâu sắc

“Ruột Đau Chín Chiều”: đó là những chiều nào?

Tại sao lại nói “ruột đau chín chiều”? Đó là những chiều nào, hướng nào? Hay đó là chín buổi chiều?

Có bao giờ chúng ta tự hỏi tại sao ruột đau không phải ba bốn chiều hay tám chiều mà lại “chín chiều” ?

Ta thường nghe câu ca dao: 

“Chiều chiều ra đứng ngõ sau

Ngó về quê mẹ ruột đau chín chiều”

Hoặc:

Vẳng nghe tiếng vịt kêu chiều

Bâng khuâng nhớ mẹ chín chiều ruột đau

Thực ra nói đến chín chiều là ngầm ý nhớ đến công lao ơn nghĩa cha mẹ đã sinh ra và nuôi ta khôn lớn, người xưa thường dùng “cửu tự cù lao - chín chữ cù lao” là 09 điều khó nhọc khi làm cha mẹ sinh dưỡng con cái. 

Chín chữ đó là: 

1 - Sinh (sanh đẻ) 

2 - Cúc (nâng đỡ)

3 - Phủ (vuốt ve, trìu mến)

4 - Súc (cho bú mớm)

5 - Trưởng (nuôi nấng khôn lớn)

6 - Dục (dạy dỗ)

7 - Cố (trông nom)

8 - Phục (xem tính nết mà uốn nắn)

9 - Phúc (bảo vệ)

Vì vậy mới có câu: ngó về quê mẹ ruột đau chín chiều. Bài ca dao là tình cảm mẹ con, tình cảm gia đình sâu sắc trong tâm hồn mỗi chúng ta. Tình thương nỗi nhớ gắn liền với tấm lòng biết ơn sâu nặng của những người con với tình cảm mẹ con, gia đình...

Sưu Tầm

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Song: Pa’ Bailar (Siempre Quiero Mas)

Bajofondo ft Julieta Venegas - Pa' Bailar - Siempre Quiero Más






Gen Zumba Fitness Tango




Pa’ bailar/Lyrics

esto esta bueno pa bailar

no se donde acomodarte
no se de que color pintarte
no se muy bien que nombre darte
si te veo por la calle pero
se que tu
me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas

no se porque si solo fue un instante
se niega el tiempo borrarte
fue una fina sombra que dejaste
algo hermoso inexplicable
se que tu me miras a los ojos es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas

lo quiero hacer es salir a bailar un poco
en realidad me gustas para bailar un poco

se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas (2x)

te quiero cerca pa tocarte y pa bailar
te quiero cerca pa sentirte pa bailar

se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas
se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas
se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas