A Respectable Woman
By:Kate Chopin 💖
Mrs. Baroda was a little provoked to learn that her husband expected his friend, Gouvernail, up to spend a week or two on the plantation.
They had entertained a good deal during the winter; much of the time had also been passed in New Orleans in various forms of mild dissipation. She was looking forward to a period of unbroken rest, now, and undisturbed tete-a-tete with her husband, when he informed her that Gouvernail was coming up to stay a week or two.
This was a man she had heard much of but never seen. He had been her husband's college friend; was now a journalist, and in no sense a society man or "a man about town," which were, perhaps, some of the reasons she had never met him. But she had unconsciously formed an image of him in her mind. She pictured him tall, slim, cynical; with eye-glasses, and his hands in his pockets; and she did not like him. Gouvernail was slim enough, but he wasn't very tall nor very cynical; neither did he wear eyeglasses nor carry his hands in his pockets. And she rather liked him when he first presented himself.
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But why she liked him she could not explain satisfactorily to herself when she partly attempted to do so. She could discover in him none of those brilliant and promising traits which Gaston, her husband, had often assured her that he possessed. On the contrary, he sat rather mute and receptive before her chatty eagerness to make him feel at home and in face of Gaston's frank and wordy hospitality. His manner was as courteous toward her as the most exacting woman could require; but he made no direct appeal to her approval or even esteem.
Once settled at the plantation he seemed to like to sit upon the wide portico in the shade of one of the big Corinthian pillars, smoking his cigar lazily and listening attentively to Gaston's experience as a sugar planter.
"This is what I call living," he would utter with deep satisfaction, as the air that swept across the sugar field caressed him with its warm and scented velvety touch. It pleased him also to get on familiar terms with the big dogs that came about him, rubbing themselves sociably against his legs. He did not care to fish, and displayed no eagerness to go out and kill grosbecs when Gaston proposed doing so.
Gouvernail's personality puzzled Mrs. Baroda, but she liked him. Indeed, he was a lovable, inoffensive fellow. After a few days, when she could understand him no better than at first, she gave over being puzzled and remained piqued. In this mood she left her husband and her guest, for the most part, alone together. Then finding that Gouvernail took no manner of exception to her action, she imposed her society upon him, accompanying him in his idle strolls to the mill and walks along the batture. She persistently sought to penetrate the reserve in which he had unconsciously enveloped himself.
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"When is he going--your friend?" she one day asked her husband. "For my part, he tires me frightfully."
"Not for a week yet, dear. I can't understand; he gives you no trouble."
"No. I should like him better if he did; if he were more like others, and I had to plan somewhat for his comfort and enjoyment."
Gaston took his wife's pretty face between his hands and looked tenderly and laughingly into her troubled eyes.
They were making a bit of toilet sociably together in Mrs. Baroda's dressing-room.
"You are full of surprises, ma belle," he said to her. "Even I can never count upon how you are going to act under given conditions." He kissed her and turned to fasten his cravat before the mirror.
"Here you are," he went on, "taking poor Gouvernail seriously and making a commotion over him, the last thing he would desire or expect."
"Commotion!" she hotly resented. "Nonsense! How can you say such a thing? Commotion, indeed! But, you know, you said he was clever."
"So he is. But the poor fellow is run down by overwork now. That's why I asked him here to take a rest."
"You used to say he was a man of ideas," she retorted, unconciliated. "I expected him to be interesting, at least. I'm going to the city in the morning to have my spring gowns fitted. Let me know when Mr. Gouvernail is gone; I shall be at my Aunt Octavie's."
That night she went and sat alone upon a bench that stood beneath a live oak tree at the edge of the gravel walk.
She had never known her thoughts or her intentions to be so confused. She could gather nothing from them but the feeling of a distinct necessity to quit her home in the morning.
Mrs. Baroda heard footsteps crunching the gravel; but could discern in the darkness only the approaching red point of a lighted cigar. She knew it was Gouvernail, for her husband did not smoke. She hoped to remain unnoticed, but her white gown revealed her to him. He threw away his cigar and seated himself upon the bench beside her; without a suspicion that she might object to his presence.
"Your husband told me to bring this to you, Mrs. Baroda," he said, handing her a filmy, white scarf with which she sometimes enveloped her head and shoulders. She accepted the scarf from him with a murmur of thanks, and let it lie in her lap.
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He made some commonplace observation upon the baneful effect of the night air at the season. Then as his gaze reached out into the darkness, he murmured, half to himself:
"`Night of south winds--night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night--'"
She made no reply to this apostrophe to the night, which, indeed, was not addressed to her.
Gouvernail was in no sense a diffident man, for he was not a self-conscious one. His periods of reserve were not constitutional, but the result of moods. Sitting there beside Mrs. Baroda, his silence melted for the time.
He talked freely and intimately in a low, hesitating drawl that was not unpleasant to hear. He talked of the old college days when he and Gaston had been a good deal to each other; of the days of keen and blind ambitions and large intentions. Now there was left with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to the existing order--only a desire to be permitted to exist, with now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was breathing now.
Her mind only vaguely grasped what he was saying. Her physical being was for the moment predominant. She was not thinking of his words, only drinking in the tones of his voice. She wanted to reach out her hand in the darkness and touch him with the sensitive tips of her fingers upon the face or the lips. She wanted to draw close to him and whisper against his cheek--she did not care what--as she might have done if she had not been a respectable woman.
The stronger the impulse grew to bring herself near him, the further, in fact, did she draw away from him. As soon as she could do so without an appearance of too great rudeness, she rose and left him there alone.
Before she reached the house, Gouvernail had lighted a fresh cigar and ended his apostrophe to the night.
Mrs. Baroda was greatly tempted that night to tell her husband--who was also her friend--of this folly that had seized her. But she did not yield to the temptation. Beside being a respectable woman she was a very sensible one; and she knew there are some battles in life which a human being must fight alone.
When Gaston arose in the morning, his wife had already departed. She had taken an early morning train to the city. She did not return till Gouvernail was gone from under her roof.
There was some talk of having him back during the summer that followed. That is, Gaston greatly desired it; but this desire yielded to his wife's strenuous opposition.
However, before the year ended, she proposed, wholly from herself, to have Gouvernail visit them again. Her husband was surprised and delighted with the suggestion coming from her.
"I am glad, chere amie, to know that you have finally overcome your dislike for him; truly he did not deserve it."
"Oh," she told him, laughingly, after pressing a long, tender kiss upon his lips, "I have overcome everything! you will see. This time I shall be very nice to him."
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An Angel in Disguise
by T.S. Arthur https://americanliterature.com/author/ts-arthur
Idleness, vice, and intemperance had done their miserable work, and the dead mother lay cold and still amid her wretched children. She had fallen upon the threshold of her own door in a drunken fit, and died in the presence of her frightened little ones.
Death touches the spring of our common humanity. This woman had been despised, scoffed at, and angrily denounced by nearly every man, woman, and child in the village; but now, as the fact of her death was passed from lip to lip, in subdued tones, pity took the place of anger, and sorrow of denunciation. Neighbors went hastily to the old tumble-down hut, in which she had secured little more than a place of shelter from summer heats and winter cold: some with grave-clothes for a decent interment of the body; and some with food for the half-starving children, three in number. Of these, John, the oldest, a boy of twelve, was a stout lad, able to earn his living with any farmer. Kate, between ten and eleven, was bright, active girl, out of whom something clever might be made, if in good hands; but poor little Maggie, the youngest, was hopelessly diseased. Two years before a fall from a window had injured her spine, and she had not been able to leave her bed since, except when lifted in the arms of her mother.
"What is to be done with the children?" That was the chief question now. The dead mother would go underground, and be forever beyond all care or concern of the villagers. But the children must not be left to starve. After considering the matter, and talking it over with his wife, farmer Jones said that he would take John, and do well by him, now that his mother was out of the way; and Mrs. Ellis, who had been looking out for a bound girl, concluded that it would be charitable in her to make choice of Katy, even though she was too young to be of much use for several years.
"I could do much better, I know," said Mrs. Ellis; "but as no one seems inclined to take her, I must act from a sense of duty expect to have trouble with the child; for she's an undisciplined thing--used to having her own way."
But no one said "I'll take Maggie." Pitying glances were cast on her wan and wasted form and thoughts were troubled on her account. Mothers brought cast-off garments and, removing her soiled and ragged clothes, dressed her in clean attire. The sad eyes and patient face of the little one touched many hearts, and even knocked at them for entrance. But none opened to take her in. Who wanted a bed-ridden child?
"Take her to the poorhouse," said a rough man, of whom the question "What's to be done with Maggie?" was asked. "Nobody's going to be bothered with her."
"The poorhouse is a sad place for a sick and helpless child," answered one.
"For your child or mine," said the other, lightly speaking; "but for tis brat it will prove a blessed change, she will be kept clean, have healthy food, and be doctored, which is more than can be said of her past condition."
There was reason in that, but still it didn't satisfy. The day following the day of death was made the day of burial. A few neighbors were at the miserable hovel, but none followed dead cart as it bore the unhonored remains to its pauper grave. Farmer Jones, after the coffin was taken out, placed John in his wagon and drove away, satisfied that he had done his part. Mrs. Ellis spoke to Kate with a hurried air, "Bid your sister good by," and drew the tearful children apart ere scarcely their lips had touched in a sobbing farewell. Hastily others went out, some glancing at Maggie, and some resolutely refraining from a look, until all had gone. She was alone! Just beyond the threshold Joe Thompson, the wheelwright, paused, and said to the blacksmith's wife, who was hastening off with the rest,--
"It's a cruel thing to leave her so."
"Then take her to the poorhouse: she'll have to go there," answered the blacksmith's wife, springing away, and leaving Joe behind.
For a little while the man stood with a puzzled air; then he turned back, and went into the hovel again. Maggie with painful effort, had raised herself to an upright position and was sitting on the bed, straining her eyes upon the door out of which all had just departed, A vague terror had come into her thin white face.
"O, Mr. Thompson!" she cried out, catching her suspended breath, "don't leave me here all alone!"
Though rough in exterior, Joe Thompson, the wheelwright, had a heart, and it was very tender in some places. He liked children, and was pleased to have them come to his shop, where sleds and wagons were made or mended for the village lads without a draft on their hoarded sixpences.
"No, dear," he answered, in a kind voice, going to the bed, and stooping down over the child, "You sha'n't be left here alone." Then he wrapped her with the gentleness almost of a woman, in the clean bedclothes which some neighbor had brought; and, lifting her in his strong arms, bore her out into the air and across the field that lay between the hovel and his home.
Now, Joe Thompson's wife, who happened to be childless, was not a woman of saintly temper, nor much given to self-denial for others' good, and Joe had well-grounded doubts touching the manner of greeting he should receive on his arrival. Mrs. Thompson saw him approaching from the window, and with ruffling feathers met him a few paces from the door, as he opened the garden gate, and came in. He bore a precious burden, and he felt it to be so. As his arms held the sick child to his breast, a sphere of tenderness went out from her, and penetrated his feelings. A bond had already corded itself around them both, and love was springing into life.
"What have you there?" sharply questioned Mrs. Thompson.
Joe, felt the child start and shrink against him. He did not reply, except by a look that was pleading and cautionary, that said, "Wait a moment for explanations, and be gentle;" and, passing in, carried Maggie to the small chamber on the first floor, and laid her on a bed. Then, stepping back, he shut the door, and stood face to face with his vinegar-tempered wife in the passage-way outside.
"You haven't brought home that sick brat!" Anger and astonishment were in the tones of Mrs. Joe Thompson; her face was in a flame.
"I think women's hearts are sometimes very hard," said Joe. Usually Joe Thompson got out of his wife's way, or kept rigidly silent and non-combative when she fired up on any subject; it was with some surprise, therefore, that she now encountered a firmly-set countenance and a resolute pair of eyes.
"Women's hearts are not half so hard as men's!"
Joe saw, by a quick intuition, that his resolute bearing had impressed his wife and he answered quickly, and with real indignation, "Be that as it may, every woman at the funeral turned her eyes steadily from the sick child's face, and when the cart went off with her dead mother, hurried away, and left her alone in that old hut, with the sun not an hour in the sky."
"Where were John and Kate?" asked Mrs. Thompson.
"Farmer Jones tossed John into his wagon, and drove off. Katie went home with Mrs. Ellis; but nobody wanted the poor sick one. 'Send her to the poorhouse,' was the cry."
"Why didn't you let her go, then. What did you bring her here for?"
"She can't walk to the poorhouse," said Joe; "somebody's arms must carry her, and mine are strong enough for that task."
"Then why didn't you keep on? Why did you stop here?" demanded the wife.
"Because I'm not apt to go on fools' errands. The Guardians must first be seen, and a permit obtained."
There was no gainsaying this.
"When will you see the Guardians?" was asked, with irrepressible impatience.
"To-morrow."
"Why put it off till to-morrow? Go at once for the permit, and get the whole thing off of your hands to-night."
"Jane," said the wheelwright, with an impressiveness of tone that greatly subdued his wife, "I read in the Bible sometimes, and find much said about little children. How the Savior rebuked the disciples who would not receive them; how he took them up in his arms, and blessed them; and how he said that 'whosoever gave them even a cup of cold water should not go unrewarded.' Now, it is a small thing for us to keep this poor motherless little one for a single night; to be kind to her for a single night; to make her life comfortable for a single night."
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***An Angel in Disguise***
by T.S. Arthur https://americanliterature.com/author/ts-arthur
***An Angel in Disguise*** *(1851) was featured in Arthur's collection,* ***After a Shadow and Other Stories****. "The sweetness of that sick child, looking ever to her in love, patience, and gratitude, was as honey to her soul, and she carried her in her heart as well as in her arms, a precious burden."*
Idleness, vice, and intemperance had done their miserable work, and the dead mother lay cold and still amid her wretched children. She had fallen upon the threshold of her own door in a drunken fit, and died in the presence of her frightened little ones.
Death touches the spring of our common humanity. This woman had been despised, scoffed at, and angrily denounced by nearly every man, woman, and child in the village; but now, as the fact of her death was passed from lip to lip, in subdued tones, pity took the place of anger, and sorrow of denunciation. Neighbors went hastily to the old tumble-down hut, in which she had secured little more than a place of shelter from summer heats and winter cold: some with grave-clothes for a decent interment of the body; and some with food for the half-starving children, three in number. Of these, John, the oldest, a boy of twelve, was a stout lad, able to earn his living with any farmer. Kate, between ten and eleven, was bright, active girl, out of whom something clever might be made, if in good hands; but poor little Maggie, the youngest, was hopelessly diseased. Two years before a fall from a window had injured her spine, and she had not been able to leave her bed since, except when lifted in the arms of her mother.
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"What is to be done with the children?" That was the chief question now. The dead mother would go underground, and be forever beyond all care or concern of the villagers. But the children must not be left to starve. After considering the matter, and talking it over with his wife, farmer Jones said that he would take John, and do well by him, now that his mother was out of the way; and Mrs. Ellis, who had been looking out for a bound girl, concluded that it would be charitable in her to make choice of Katy, even though she was too young to be of much use for several years.
"I could do much better, I know," said Mrs. Ellis; "but as no one seems inclined to take her, I must act from a sense of duty expect to have trouble with the child; for she's an undisciplined thing--used to having her own way."
But no one said "I'll take Maggie." Pitying glances were cast on her wan and wasted form and thoughts were troubled on her account. Mothers brought cast-off garments and, removing her soiled and ragged clothes, dressed her in clean attire. The sad eyes and patient face of the little one touched many hearts, and even knocked at them for entrance. But none opened to take her in. Who wanted a bed-ridden child?
"Take her to the poorhouse," said a rough man, of whom the question "What's to be done with Maggie?" was asked. "Nobody's going to be bothered with her."
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"The poorhouse is a sad place for a sick and helpless child," answered one.
"For your child or mine," said the other, lightly speaking; "but for tis brat it will prove a blessed change, she will be kept clean, have healthy food, and be doctored, which is more than can be said of her past condition."
There was reason in that, but still it didn't satisfy. The day following the day of death was made the day of burial. A few neighbors were at the miserable hovel, but none followed dead cart as it bore the unhonored remains to its pauper grave. Farmer Jones, after the coffin was taken out, placed John in his wagon and drove away, satisfied that he had done his part. Mrs. Ellis spoke to Kate with a hurried air, "Bid your sister good by," and drew the tearful children apart ere scarcely their lips had touched in a sobbing farewell. Hastily others went out, some glancing at Maggie, and some resolutely refraining from a look, until all had gone. She was alone! Just beyond the threshold Joe Thompson, the wheelwright, paused, and said to the blacksmith's wife, who was hastening off with the rest,--
"It's a cruel thing to leave her so."
"Then take her to the poorhouse: she'll have to go there," answered the blacksmith's wife, springing away, and leaving Joe behind.
For a little while the man stood with a puzzled air; then he turned back, and went into the hovel again. Maggie with painful effort, had raised herself to an upright position and was sitting on the bed, straining her eyes upon the door out of which all had just departed, A vague terror had come into her thin white face.
"O, Mr. Thompson!" she cried out, catching her suspended breath, "don't leave me here all alone!"
Though rough in exterior, Joe Thompson, the wheelwright, had a heart, and it was very tender in some places. He liked children, and was pleased to have them come to his shop, where sleds and wagons were made or mended for the village lads without a draft on their hoarded sixpences.
"No, dear," he answered, in a kind voice, going to the bed, and stooping down over the child, "You sha'n't be left here alone." Then he wrapped her with the gentleness almost of a woman, in the clean bedclothes which some neighbor had brought; and, lifting her in his strong arms, bore her out into the air and across the field that lay between the hovel and his home.
Now, Joe Thompson's wife, who happened to be childless, was not a woman of saintly temper, nor much given to self-denial for others' good, and Joe had well-grounded doubts touching the manner of greeting he should receive on his arrival. Mrs. Thompson saw him approaching from the window, and with ruffling feathers met him a few paces from the door, as he opened the garden gate, and came in. He bore a precious burden, and he felt it to be so. As his arms held the sick child to his breast, a sphere of tenderness went out from her, and penetrated his feelings. A bond had already corded itself around them both, and love was springing into life.
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"What have you there?" sharply questioned Mrs. Thompson.
Joe, felt the child start and shrink against him. He did not reply, except by a look that was pleading and cautionary, that said, "Wait a moment for explanations, and be gentle;" and, passing in, carried Maggie to the small chamber on the first floor, and laid her on a bed. Then, stepping back, he shut the door, and stood face to face with his vinegar-tempered wife in the passage-way outside.
"You haven't brought home that sick brat!" Anger and astonishment were in the tones of Mrs. Joe Thompson; her face was in a flame.
"I think women's hearts are sometimes very hard," said Joe. Usually Joe Thompson got out of his wife's way, or kept rigidly silent and non-combative when she fired up on any subject; it was with some surprise, therefore, that she now encountered a firmly-set countenance and a resolute pair of eyes.
"Women's hearts are not half so hard as men's!"
Joe saw, by a quick intuition, that his resolute bearing had impressed his wife and he answered quickly, and with real indignation, "Be that as it may, every woman at the funeral turned her eyes steadily from the sick child's face, and when the cart went off with her dead mother, hurried away, and left her alone in that old hut, with the sun not an hour in the sky."
"Where were John and Kate?" asked Mrs. Thompson.
"Farmer Jones tossed John into his wagon, and drove off. Katie went home with Mrs. Ellis; but nobody wanted the poor sick one. 'Send her to the poorhouse,' was the cry."
"Why didn't you let her go, then. What did you bring her here for?"
"She can't walk to the poorhouse," said Joe; "somebody's arms must carry her, and mine are strong enough for that task."
"Then why didn't you keep on? Why did you stop here?" demanded the wife.
"Because I'm not apt to go on fools' errands. The Guardians must first be seen, and a permit obtained."
There was no gainsaying this.
"When will you see the Guardians?" was asked, with irrepressible impatience.
"To-morrow."
"Why put it off till to-morrow? Go at once for the permit, and get the whole thing off of your hands to-night."
"Jane," said the wheelwright, with an impressiveness of tone that greatly subdued his wife, "I read in the Bible sometimes, and find much said about little children. How the Savior rebuked the disciples who would not receive them; how he took them up in his arms, and blessed them; and how he said that 'whosoever gave them even a cup of cold water should not go unrewarded.' Now, it is a small thing for us to keep this poor motherless little one for a single night; to be kind to her for a single night; to make her life comfortable for a single night."
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The voice of the strong, rough man shook, and he turned his head away, so that the moisture in his eyes might not be seen. Mrs. Thompson did not answer, but a soft feeling crept into her heart.
"Look at her kindly, Jane; speak to her kindly," said Joe. "Think of her dead mother, and the loneliness, the pain, the sorrow that must be on all her coming life." The softness of his heart gave unwonted eloquence to his lips.
Mrs. Thompson did not reply, but presently turned towards the little chamber where her husband had deposited Maggie; and, pushing open the door, went quietly in. Joe did not follow; he saw that, her state had changed, and felt that it would be best to leave her alone with the child. So he went to his shop, which stood near the house, and worked until dusky evening released him from labor. A light shining through the little chamber windows was the first object that attracted Joe's attention on turning towards the house: it was a good omen. The path led him by this windows and, when opposite, he could not help pausing to look in. It was now dark enough outside to screen him from observation. Maggie lay, a little raised on the pillow with the lamp shining full upon her face. Mrs. Thompson was sitting by the bed, talking to the child; but her back was towards the window, so that her countenance was not seen. From Maggie's face, therefore, Joe must read the character of their intercourse. He saw that her eyes were intently fixed upon his wife; that now and then a few words came, as if in answers from her lips; that her expression was sad and tender; but he saw nothing of bitterness or pain. A deep-drawn breath was followed by one of relief, as a weight lifted itself from his heart.
On entering, Joe did not go immediately to the little chamber. His heavy tread about the kitchen brought his wife somewhat hurriedly from the room where she had been with Maggie. Joe thought it best not to refer to the child, nor to manifest any concern in regard to her.
"How soon will supper be ready?" he asked.
"Right soon," answered Mrs. Thompson, beginning to bustle about. There was no asperity in her voice.
After washing from his hands and face the dust and soil of work, Joe left the kitchen, and went to the little bedroom. A pair of large bright eyes looked up at him from the snowy bed; looked at him tenderly, gratefully, pleadingly. How his heart swelled in his bosom! With what a quicker motion came the heart-beats! Joe sat down, and now, for the first time, examining the thin frame carefully under the lamp light, saw that it was an attractive face, and full of a childish sweetness which suffering had not been able to obliterate.
"Your name is Maggie?" he said, as he sat down and took her soft little hand in his.
"Yes, sir." Her voice struck a chord that quivered in a low strain of music.
"Have you been sick long?"
"Yes, sir." What a sweet patience was in her tone!
"Has the doctor been to see you?"
"He used to come."
"But not lately?"
"No, sir."
"Have you any pain?"
"Sometimes, but not now."
"When had you pain?"
"This morning my side ached, and my back hurt when you carried me."
"It hurts you to be lifted or moved about?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your side doesn't ache now?"
"No, sir."
"Does it ache a great deal?"
"Yes, sir; but it hasn't ached any since I've been on this soft bed."
"The soft bed feels good."
"O, yes, sir--so good!" What a satisfaction, mingled with gratitude, was in her voice!
"Supper is ready," said Mrs. Thompson, looking into the room a little while afterwards.
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Joe glanced from his wife's face to that of Maggie; she understood him, and answered,--
"She can wait until we are done; then I will bring her somethings to eat." There was an effort at indifference on the part of Mrs. Thompson, but her husband had seen her through the window, and understood that the coldness was assumed. Joe waited, after sitting down to the table, for his wife to introduce the subject uppermost in both of their thoughts; but she kept silent on that theme, for many minutes, and he maintained a like reserve. At last she said, abruptly,--
"What are you going to do with that child?"
"I thought you understood me that she was to go to the poorhouse," replied Joe, as if surprised at her question.
Mrs. Thompson looked rather strangely at her husband for sonic moments, and then dropped her eyes. The subject was not again referred to during the meal. At its close, Mrs. Thompson toasted a slice of bread, and softened, it with milk and butter; adding to this a cup of tea, she took them into Maggie, and held the small waiter, on which she had placed them, while the hungry child ate with every sign of pleasure.
"Is it good?" asked Mrs. Thompson, seeing with what a keen relish the food was taken.
The child paused with the cup in her hand, and answered with a look of gratitude that awoke to new life old human feelings which had been slumbering in her heart for half a score of years.
"We'll keep her a day or two longer; she is so weak and helpless," said Mrs. Joe Thompson, in answer to her husband's remark, at breakfast-time on the next morning, that he must step down and see the Guardians of the Poor about Maggie.
"She'll be so much in your way," said Joe.
"I sha'n't mind that for a day or two. Poor thing!"
Joe did not see the Guardians of the Poor on that day, on the next, nor on the day following. In fact, he never saw them at all on Maggie's account, for in less than a week Mrs. Joe Thompson would as soon leave thought of taking up her own abode in the almshouse as sending Maggie there.
What light and blessing did that sick and helpless child bring to the home of Joe Thompson, the poor wheelwright! It had been dark, and cold, and miserable there for a long time just because his wife had nothing to love and care for out of herself, and so became sore, irritable, ill-tempered, and self-afflicting in the desolation of her woman's nature. Now the sweetness of that sick child, looking ever to her in love, patience, and gratitude, was as honey to her soul, and she carried her in her heart as well as in her arms, a precious burden. As for Joe Thompson, there was not a man in all the neighborhood who drank daily of a more precious wine of life than he. An angel had come into his house, disguised as a sick, helpless, and miserable child, and filled all its dreary chambers with the sunshine of love.
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***An Angel in Disguise***
by T.S. Arthur https://americanliterature.com/author/ts-arthur
***An Angel in Disguise*** *(1851) was featured in Arthur's collection,* ***After a Shadow and Other Stories****. "The sweetness of that sick child, looking ever to her in love, patience, and gratitude, was as honey to her soul, and she carried her in her heart as well as in her arms, a precious burden."*
Idleness, vice, and intemperance had done their miserable work, and the dead mother lay cold and still amid her wretched children. She had fallen upon the threshold of her own door in a drunken fit, and died in the presence of her frightened little ones.
Death touches the spring of our common humanity. This woman had been despised, scoffed at, and angrily denounced by nearly every man, woman, and child in the village; but now, as the fact of her death was passed from lip to lip, in subdued tones, pity took the place of anger, and sorrow of denunciation. Neighbors went hastily to the old tumble-down hut, in which she had secured little more than a place of shelter from summer heats and winter cold: some with grave-clothes for a decent interment of the body; and some with food for the half-starving children, three in number. Of these, John, the oldest, a boy of twelve, was a stout lad, able to earn his living with any farmer. Kate, between ten and eleven, was bright, active girl, out of whom something clever might be made, if in good hands; but poor little Maggie, the youngest, was hopelessly diseased. Two years before a fall from a window had injured her spine, and she had not been able to leave her bed since, except when lifted in the arms of her mother.
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"What is to be done with the children?" That was the chief question now. The dead mother would go underground, and be forever beyond all care or concern of the villagers. But the children must not be left to starve. After considering the matter, and talking it over with his wife, farmer Jones said that he would take John, and do well by him, now that his mother was out of the way; and Mrs. Ellis, who had been looking out for a bound girl, concluded that it would be charitable in her to make choice of Katy, even though she was too young to be of much use for several years.
"I could do much better, I know," said Mrs. Ellis; "but as no one seems inclined to take her, I must act from a sense of duty expect to have trouble with the child; for she's an undisciplined thing--used to having her own way."
But no one said "I'll take Maggie." Pitying glances were cast on her wan and wasted form and thoughts were troubled on her account. Mothers brought cast-off garments and, removing her soiled and ragged clothes, dressed her in clean attire. The sad eyes and patient face of the little one touched many hearts, and even knocked at them for entrance. But none opened to take her in. Who wanted a bed-ridden child?
"Take her to the poorhouse," said a rough man, of whom the question "What's to be done with Maggie?" was asked. "Nobody's going to be bothered with her."
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"The poorhouse is a sad place for a sick and helpless child," answered one.
"For your child or mine," said the other, lightly speaking; "but for tis brat it will prove a blessed change, she will be kept clean, have healthy food, and be doctored, which is more than can be said of her past condition."
There was reason in that, but still it didn't satisfy. The day following the day of death was made the day of burial. A few neighbors were at the miserable hovel, but none followed dead cart as it bore the unhonored remains to its pauper grave. Farmer Jones, after the coffin was taken out, placed John in his wagon and drove away, satisfied that he had done his part. Mrs. Ellis spoke to Kate with a hurried air, "Bid your sister good by," and drew the tearful children apart ere scarcely their lips had touched in a sobbing farewell. Hastily others went out, some glancing at Maggie, and some resolutely refraining from a look, until all had gone. She was alone! Just beyond the threshold Joe Thompson, the wheelwright, paused, and said to the blacksmith's wife, who was hastening off with the rest,--
"It's a cruel thing to leave her so."
"Then take her to the poorhouse: she'll have to go there," answered the blacksmith's wife, springing away, and leaving Joe behind.
For a little while the man stood with a puzzled air; then he turned back, and went into the hovel again. Maggie with painful effort, had raised herself to an upright position and was sitting on the bed, straining her eyes upon the door out of which all had just departed, A vague terror had come into her thin white face.
"O, Mr. Thompson!" she cried out, catching her suspended breath, "don't leave me here all alone!"
Though rough in exterior, Joe Thompson, the wheelwright, had a heart, and it was very tender in some places. He liked children, and was pleased to have them come to his shop, where sleds and wagons were made or mended for the village lads without a draft on their hoarded sixpences.
"No, dear," he answered, in a kind voice, going to the bed, and stooping down over the child, "You sha'n't be left here alone." Then he wrapped her with the gentleness almost of a woman, in the clean bedclothes which some neighbor had brought; and, lifting her in his strong arms, bore her out into the air and across the field that lay between the hovel and his home.
Now, Joe Thompson's wife, who happened to be childless, was not a woman of saintly temper, nor much given to self-denial for others' good, and Joe had well-grounded doubts touching the manner of greeting he should receive on his arrival. Mrs. Thompson saw him approaching from the window, and with ruffling feathers met him a few paces from the door, as he opened the garden gate, and came in. He bore a precious burden, and he felt it to be so. As his arms held the sick child to his breast, a sphere of tenderness went out from her, and penetrated his feelings. A bond had already corded itself around them both, and love was springing into life.
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"What have you there?" sharply questioned Mrs. Thompson.
Joe, felt the child start and shrink against him. He did not reply, except by a look that was pleading and cautionary, that said, "Wait a moment for explanations, and be gentle;" and, passing in, carried Maggie to the small chamber on the first floor, and laid her on a bed. Then, stepping back, he shut the door, and stood face to face with his vinegar-tempered wife in the passage-way outside.
"You haven't brought home that sick brat!" Anger and astonishment were in the tones of Mrs. Joe Thompson; her face was in a flame.
"I think women's hearts are sometimes very hard," said Joe. Usually Joe Thompson got out of his wife's way, or kept rigidly silent and non-combative when she fired up on any subject; it was with some surprise, therefore, that she now encountered a firmly-set countenance and a resolute pair of eyes.
"Women's hearts are not half so hard as men's!"
Joe saw, by a quick intuition, that his resolute bearing had impressed his wife and he answered quickly, and with real indignation, "Be that as it may, every woman at the funeral turned her eyes steadily from the sick child's face, and when the cart went off with her dead mother, hurried away, and left her alone in that old hut, with the sun not an hour in the sky."
"Where were John and Kate?" asked Mrs. Thompson.
"Farmer Jones tossed John into his wagon, and drove off. Katie went home with Mrs. Ellis; but nobody wanted the poor sick one. 'Send her to the poorhouse,' was the cry."
"Why didn't you let her go, then. What did you bring her here for?"
"She can't walk to the poorhouse," said Joe; "somebody's arms must carry her, and mine are strong enough for that task."
"Then why didn't you keep on? Why did you stop here?" demanded the wife.
"Because I'm not apt to go on fools' errands. The Guardians must first be seen, and a permit obtained."
There was no gainsaying this.
"When will you see the Guardians?" was asked, with irrepressible impatience.
"To-morrow."
"Why put it off till to-morrow? Go at once for the permit, and get the whole thing off of your hands to-night."
"Jane," said the wheelwright, with an impressiveness of tone that greatly subdued his wife, "I read in the Bible sometimes, and find much said about little children. How the Savior rebuked the disciples who would not receive them; how he took them up in his arms, and blessed them; and how he said that 'whosoever gave them even a cup of cold water should not go unrewarded.' Now, it is a small thing for us to keep this poor motherless little one for a single night; to be kind to her for a single night; to make her life comfortable for a single night."
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The voice of the strong, rough man shook, and he turned his head away, so that the moisture in his eyes might not be seen. Mrs. Thompson did not answer, but a soft feeling crept into her heart.
"Look at her kindly, Jane; speak to her kindly," said Joe. "Think of her dead mother, and the loneliness, the pain, the sorrow that must be on all her coming life." The softness of his heart gave unwonted eloquence to his lips.
Mrs. Thompson did not reply, but presently turned towards the little chamber where her husband had deposited Maggie; and, pushing open the door, went quietly in. Joe did not follow; he saw that, her state had changed, and felt that it would be best to leave her alone with the child. So he went to his shop, which stood near the house, and worked until dusky evening released him from labor. A light shining through the little chamber windows was the first object that attracted Joe's attention on turning towards the house: it was a good omen. The path led him by this windows and, when opposite, he could not help pausing to look in. It was now dark enough outside to screen him from observation. Maggie lay, a little raised on the pillow with the lamp shining full upon her face. Mrs. Thompson was sitting by the bed, talking to the child; but her back was towards the window, so that her countenance was not seen. From Maggie's face, therefore, Joe must read the character of their intercourse. He saw that her eyes were intently fixed upon his wife; that now and then a few words came, as if in answers from her lips; that her expression was sad and tender; but he saw nothing of bitterness or pain. A deep-drawn breath was followed by one of relief, as a weight lifted itself from his heart.
On entering, Joe did not go immediately to the little chamber. His heavy tread about the kitchen brought his wife somewhat hurriedly from the room where she had been with Maggie. Joe thought it best not to refer to the child, nor to manifest any concern in regard to her.
"How soon will supper be ready?" he asked.
"Right soon," answered Mrs. Thompson, beginning to bustle about. There was no asperity in her voice.
After washing from his hands and face the dust and soil of work, Joe left the kitchen, and went to the little bedroom. A pair of large bright eyes looked up at him from the snowy bed; looked at him tenderly, gratefully, pleadingly. How his heart swelled in his bosom! With what a quicker motion came the heart-beats! Joe sat down, and now, for the first time, examining the thin frame carefully under the lamp light, saw that it was an attractive face, and full of a childish sweetness which suffering had not been able to obliterate.
"Your name is Maggie?" he said, as he sat down and took her soft little hand in his.
"Yes, sir." Her voice struck a chord that quivered in a low strain of music.
"Have you been sick long?"
"Yes, sir." What a sweet patience was in her tone!
"Has the doctor been to see you?"
"He used to come."
"But not lately?"
"No, sir."
"Have you any pain?"
"Sometimes, but not now."
"When had you pain?"
"This morning my side ached, and my back hurt when you carried me."
"It hurts you to be lifted or moved about?"
"Yes, sir."
"Your side doesn't ache now?"
"No, sir."
"Does it ache a great deal?"
"Yes, sir; but it hasn't ached any since I've been on this soft bed."
"The soft bed feels good."
"O, yes, sir--so good!" What a satisfaction, mingled with gratitude, was in her voice!
"Supper is ready," said Mrs. Thompson, looking into the room a little while afterwards.
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Joe glanced from his wife's face to that of Maggie; she understood him, and answered,--
"She can wait until we are done; then I will bring her somethings to eat." There was an effort at indifference on the part of Mrs. Thompson, but her husband had seen her through the window, and understood that the coldness was assumed. Joe waited, after sitting down to the table, for his wife to introduce the subject uppermost in both of their thoughts; but she kept silent on that theme, for many minutes, and he maintained a like reserve. At last she said, abruptly,--
"What are you going to do with that child?"
"I thought you understood me that she was to go to the poorhouse," replied Joe, as if surprised at her question.
Mrs. Thompson looked rather strangely at her husband for sonic moments, and then dropped her eyes. The subject was not again referred to during the meal. At its close, Mrs. Thompson toasted a slice of bread, and softened, it with milk and butter; adding to this a cup of tea, she took them into Maggie, and held the small waiter, on which she had placed them, while the hungry child ate with every sign of pleasure.
"Is it good?" asked Mrs. Thompson, seeing with what a keen relish the food was taken.
The child paused with the cup in her hand, and answered with a look of gratitude that awoke to new life old human feelings which had been slumbering in her heart for half a score of years.
"We'll keep her a day or two longer; she is so weak and helpless," said Mrs. Joe Thompson, in answer to her husband's remark, at breakfast-time on the next morning, that he must step down and see the Guardians of the Poor about Maggie.
"She'll be so much in your way," said Joe.
"I sha'n't mind that for a day or two. Poor thing!"
Joe did not see the Guardians of the Poor on that day, on the next, nor on the day following. In fact, he never saw them at all on Maggie's account, for in less than a week Mrs. Joe Thompson would as soon leave thought of taking up her own abode in the almshouse as sending Maggie there.
What light and blessing did that sick and helpless child bring to the home of Joe Thompson, the poor wheelwright! It had been dark, and cold, and miserable there for a long time just because his wife had nothing to love and care for out of herself, and so became sore, irritable, ill-tempered, and self-afflicting in the desolation of her woman's nature. Now the sweetness of that sick child, looking ever to her in love, patience, and gratitude, was as honey to her soul, and she carried her in her heart as well as in her arms, a precious burden. As for Joe Thompson, there was not a man in all the neighborhood who drank daily of a more precious wine of life than he. An angel had come into his house, disguised as a sick, helpless, and miserable child, and filled all its dreary chambers with the sunshine of love.
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BCH and NOISE.CASH is my life savior !
BCH AND NOISECASH IS MY LIFE SAVIOR !
-First things first i just want to say thankyou to the admin and creator of noise.cash and read.cash for giving us this huge opportunity to earn especially in this time of pandemic .
So , why this website and bch save my life/our lives ? Here's the story , it is based on my own experience so here it is .
-I'm a housewife and a mother of 1 . My husband has no job since the pandemic started because their company closed , so as a wife a partner i don't know how we will survive especially we have a daughter and she's only 2years old , her needs is my priority because she's too young . Diaper and milk is her #1 needs and i don't know where can i get them .
I look on facebook and youtube how to earn money online since my husband cousin have a wifi and they let us connect free because my daughter always want to watch kids shows . I browse in facebook on how to earn money because we need it .
I sell clothes , foods and other things that will help me to have a money . I came to the point that im really really depressed because everyday i need to think of what we will eat today , yesterday in short that was my biggest breakdown .
Then one day i was browsing there's a group page on facebook that cryptocurrency is their main topic . I followed that group because it's interesting , i have no idea what was i doing , i just read them and become interested on bitcoin first because they have many proof of payouts not knowing that it was all scam HAHAHA ....
So while im on that page there are 2 or 3 people that posted about read.cash and i try the site because i thought it would help me but i was wrong know why ? Coz' it was not easy hahaha (i'm not the only one who struggle first at readcash hahaha) i don't know how to make an article , i don't know how it works so i need to do a research first haha ..
I try readcash and i write my first article and thankfully i got tipped and im so happy that time even though its small because for the first time i finally have a income , sadly i got a mistake . My bitcoin wallet change everytime i log in , i don't know why my earnings are gone i have no idea so yeah i left readcash . But who would've thought that i'm using again this site and share my experiences , god is good talaga :)
After a weeks , i browse again and that is the time i discovered about NOISE.CASH !-
At first i hesitate because i scammed not only once or twice , there so many people that posted about noisecash and they said that it is legit and you will earn money . I try that site hoping that somehow it will help me financially .
So my first day in noisecash is very smooth , i posted my pic and to my surprise i got a tip worth 0.05$ . Im shook because that was my first time and i got a tip already , so all day im on that site and im very happy because everytime i post i got a tipped and i remember my earnings that day is 0.12 or something , i download the bitcoin.com because they said that my earnings wil go there and i will cashout immediately .
In my 3 months in noisecash , i would say that it really save our lives . Everytime we don't have food or my daughter has no diaper and milk i will cashout my earnings in noisecash and viola we survive in 3 to 4 days then save again so that if i need again i have my savings . And now that my husband got a new job in a new company , i hope that it will last hehe . I will always be thankful on this website , today i cashout my earnings that total 1240 and that is for our everyday needs while waiting payslip of my husband hahahaha .
Lesson learn: Don't give up . There is always a opportunity for you and if that day comes , grab and love it because it will help you in many ways .
Thankyou for reading and i'm sorry if it has so many grammatically error , im not good in english so im sorry and thankyou so much .!
Do you believe aliens exist ?
I came up with this idea to publish about aliens because i saw again my husband watching videos about the existence of the "aliens" .. So as a curious wife , i asked him if he believe that the aliens do exist , and he answered "yes" . He said that there so many proofs that they exist , but why the scientist don't believe 'em?
Let's see the proofs about them & the story how they live .
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**A former head of** **Israel****‘s military space program claims that** **extraterrestrials****have made contact with officials in the United States and Israel over the years, but the aliens won’t come out in public because they worry people will freak out .** https://globalnews.ca/tag/israel https://globalnews.ca/tag/extraterrestrials
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Here on the little space rock we call **Earth**, humans often wonder whether or not we are alone in this universe. Though that question was not answered in 2020, many discoveries seemed to increase the prospect of extraterrestrial entities existing. Findings on the closest planet to us, in the outer solar system and the far beyond seemed to point to the possibility that other worlds could host organisms ranging from bacteria to technological beings. Perhaps, new results in the coming year will finally reveal who else might be out there. https://www.livescience.com/earth.html
Is E.T. phoning us from Proxima Centauri?
The answer to weird signals happening in the universe is never aliens, until maybe it is. Earlier this month, researchers announced that they had captured **a very mysterious beam of energy** in the radio part of the **electromagnetic spectrum** at 980 megahertz, coming from the closest star to our own. Proxima Centauri, which is just 4.2 light-years away, hosts one gas giant and one rocky world 17% larger than Earth that happens to be in its star's habitable zone, meaning liquid water could exist there. The unexplained signal reportedly shifted slightly while it was being observed, in a way that resembled the shift caused by the movement of a planet. Researchers are excited but cautious, explaining that they will need to figure out if more mundane sources, such as a comet, hydrogen cloud or even human technology, could be mimicking an alien signal, and that it will likely take time before they know one way or another if E.T. is phoning us. https://www.livescience.com/proxima-centauri-mystery-radio-beam.html https://www.livescience.com/38169-electromagnetism.html
Alien bacteria might live in the clouds of Venus .
Astrobiologists were a-twitter with anticipation and skepticism in September when news broke of potential evidence of life in the upper clouds of Venus. The announcement pointed to the presence of phosphine, a rare and often poisonous gas that, on **Earth** at least, is almost always associated with living organisms. With its hellish surface temperature, outlandish pressure and sulfuric-acid clouds, Venus has long played second fiddle to the seemingly more potentially habitable Mars. But a team aimed both the James Clerk Maxwell Telescope in Hawaii and the Atacama Large Millimetre/submillimetre Array in Chile at Venus and **picked up phosphine's signature** in a Venusian cloud layer with downright Earth-like ttemperatures and pressures. Terrestrial bacteria are known to thrive in some pretty tough conditions, making the biological explanation a not unreasonable one. The research team doesn't claim that it is airtight evidence of space bugs, and many in the community **aren't quite convinced**, but if nothing else it will mean more funding in the **hunt for life in unlikely places**. https://www.livescience.com/earth.html https://www.livescience.com/phosphine-signature-life-on-venus.html https://www.livescience.com/skepticism-life-on-venus.html https://www.space.com/venus-phosphine-alien-life-breakthrough-initiatives-study.html
'Oumuamua could still be an alien artifact .
Two years ago, scientists spotted a cigar-shaped object hurtling through the solar system. Dubbed 'Oumuamua, the entity is considered by most to be an interstellar comet flung out from around another star. But close observations showed that 'Oumuamua was accelerating, as if something were propelling it, and scientists still aren't sure why. Avi Loeb, a Harvard University astrophysicist has proposed that, instead of a comet, the interstellar visitor **could have been an alien probe** pushed by a lightsail — a wide, millimeter-thin piece of material that accelerates as it's pushed by solar radiation. Other scientists have thrown cold water on Loeb's idea, pointing out that hydrogen ice could have melted off the object in a way that was similar to a rocket engine or other propulsion method. But in August, Loeb fired back, writing in a study stating that **hydrogen** ice is very easily heated, even in the cold depths of interstellar space, and should have sublimated away before 'Oumuamua reached our system. It seems the debate might go on for a little longer at least. https://www.livescience.com/oumuamua-interstellar-hydrogen-or-aliens.html https://www.livescience.com/28466-hydrogen.html
Navy declassifies UFO videos but don't believe the hype.
A fair number of Earthlings don't care what ambiguous evidence scientists come up with to show that aliens are out there. They are convinced that we've been visited by technological beings many times, pointing to stories about UFOs and alien encounters (pretty much all of which have been debunked). True believers received a boost in April when the U.S. Navy released footage captured by pilots that showed **odd wingless aircraft traveling at hypersonic speed**, looking for all intents and purposes like bizarre alien machinery. Despite the existence of such videos, people should still be wary, argued freelance journalist Sarah Scoles in her book "**They Are Already Here: UFO Culture and Why We See Saucers**" (Pegasus Books, 2020). After deciding to look into the Navy evidence, Scoles was unable to determine if it really showed alien aircrafts. But she found **a much more human story** by speaking to leaders in contemporary UFO culture and discussing our very basic need to believe in something beyond ourselves. https://www.livescience.com/ufos-videos-declassified-navy-release.html https://target.georiot.com/Proxy.ashx?tsid=74387&GR_URL=https%3A%2F%2Famazon.com%2FThey-Are-Already-Here-Culture%2Fdp%2F1643133055%3Ftag%3Dhawk-future-20%26ascsubtag%3Dlivescience-us-1455037674377880000-20 https://www.space.com/they-are-already-here-ufo-culture-book-sarah-scoles-interview.html
Earth bugs breathe hydrogen, maybe aliens do too
Most Earthlings require **oxygen** to survive. But oxygen isn't common in the cosmos, making up about 0.1% of the ordinary mass of the universe. There's far more hydrogen (92%) and helium (7%), and many planets, including gas giants like Jupiter and Saturn, are made mostly from these light elements. In May, scientists took *E. coli* (a bacteria found in the guts of many animals, including humans) and ordinary yeast (a fungus used to bake bread and make beer) and tried to see if they could live in different environments. Such microbes are already known to survive without oxygen and, when placed in a flask filled with either pure hydrogen or pure **helium**, **they managed to grow**, albeit at slower rates than usual. The findings suggest that when searching for organisms elsewhere in the universe, we might want to consider places that don't look exactly like Earth. https://www.livescience.com/28738-oxygen.html https://www.livescience.com/28552-facts-about-helium.html https://www.livescience.com/alien-life-helium-hydrogen-exoplanets.html
We should be open-minded as we search for life elsewhere.
The **human brain** has plenty of constraints. We are misled by cognitive biases, optical illusions and inattentional blindness to things we don't expect to see. One question that has always dogged research into alien creatures is whether or not we could recognize life that is so different from what we encounter here on Earth. Scholars have long urged us to expect the unexpected, trying not to let theory too heavily influence what we count as significant. Life on other planets might not leave the same biological signatures as terrestrial organisms, making them difficult to spot from our vantage point. And, as Claire Webb, an anthropology and history of science student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, told Live Science in January, we must train ourselves to "make the familiar strange," **looking at ourselves through an alien lens**in an effort to constantly reexamine our own assumptions. That way, we might be able to better understand ourselves through the eyes of another and perhaps meet creatures on other worlds on their own terms rather than ours. https://www.livescience.com/29365-human-brain.html https://www.livescience.com/human-biases-can-cloud-seti-research.html
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So what are your thought's ? Leave a comment if you satisfy about the posibility that aliens exist , do you believe or not ?
Thankyou for reading :)
How to handle tantrums ?
Have you ever wonder why our child have this temper tantrums ? It was like , one minute she's ok playing with their toys then the next minute they whimpering , whining and then screaming at the of their lungs just because their toys was fall . Children between 1 to 3 are specially prone to tantrums .
Though your worry that you're raising a tyrant , take heart . At this age , its unlikely your child is throwing a fit to be manipulative . More likely she's having a meltdown in response to frustrations .
(my daughter :))
**Claire B. Kopp, professor of applied developmental psychology at California's Claremont Graduate University, attributes much of the problem to uneven language skills. "Toddlers are beginning to understand a lot more of the words they hear, yet their ability to** ***produce*** **language is so limited," she says. When your child can't express how she feels or what she wants, frustration mounts.**
So how do we handle this behavior of our kids ? How do we handle their temper tantrums ? So here are the 9 tips of how we handle this tantrums , coz' i know its hard especially if we were at a public places like mall or restaurant .
If your interested pls read and understand carefully :)
How to handle a tantrum: 9TIPS
**1. Don't lose your cool.-**
A tantrum is not a pretty sight. In addition to kicking, screaming, and pounding the floor, your toddler's repertoire may include throwing things, hitting, and holding his breath to the point of turning blue. While this may be hard to handle, you can rest assured that even breath holding is normal behavior for a child having a tantrum.
When your child is swept up in a tantrum, he's unable to listen to reason, though he will respond – negatively – to your yelling or threatening. "I found the more I shouted at Brandon to stop, the wilder he would get," says one mother of a 2-year-old. What worked instead, she discovered, was to just sit down and be with him while he raged.
In general, staying with your child during a tantrum is a good idea. Stomping out of the room – tempting as that may be – can make him feel abandoned. The storm of emotion he's going through can be frightening to him, and he'll appreciate knowing you're nearby.
If you find yourself getting overly frustrated, some experts suggest calmly leaving the room for a few minutes and returning after your child has stopped crying. By staying calm, you'll help him calm down, too.
Some experts recommend picking up your child and holding him if it's feasible (if he's not flailing too much, for instance), saying he'll find your embrace comforting. But others say that tactic rewards negative behavior and that it's better to ignore the tantrum until your child calms down.
You may find that a judiciously used time-out is a good solution too. Through trial and error, you'll learn which approach is right for your child. However you choose to handle the tantrum, consistency is key to making it work.
**2.Let your child make appropriate choices-**Avoid saying no to everything. To give your toddler a sense of control, let him or her make choices. "Would you like to wear your red shirt or your blue shirt?" "Would you like to eat strawberries or bananas?" "Would you like to read a book or build a tower with your blocks?"
**3.Be consistent-** Establish a daily routine so that your child knows what to expect. Stick to the routine as much as possible, including nap time and bedtime. A child's temper can become short if he or she doesn't have enough rest or quiet time.
**4.Praise good behavior-** Offer extra attention when your child behaves well. Give your child a hug or tell your child how proud you are when he or she shares or follows directions.
**5.Avoid situations likely to trigger tantrums-**Don't give your child toys that are far too advanced for him or her. If your child begs for toys or treats when you shop, steer clear of areas with these temptations. If your toddler acts up in restaurants, choose places that offer quick service.
**6.Ask what’s wrong-**Kids just want to be heard, and throwing a tantrum is often the best way they know how to express themselves. Taking your child seriously by asking what’s wrong and actually listening to the response can help. Hold your child and give them your full attention so they have time to explain.
**7.Hold your ground.** Be empathetic but firm when you talk with your child, and once you’ve given a calm explanation, don’t back down. Your child may or may not calm down right away, but they will remember that throwing a tantrum doesn’t lead to satisfactory results. Next time your child wants something, they will be less likely to throw a tantrum.
**8.Take steps to prevent injury-** Some children can become quite animated during a tantrum. If this occurs, remove dangerous objects from the child’s path or steer the child away from danger.
**9.Help your child feel loved no matter what-** Sometimes kids throw tantrums because they just want some extra love and attention. Withholding love is never a good policy when it comes to disciplining a child. No matter what, your child should know that you love them no matter what.
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Thankyou for reading :)
How to make filipino chicken curry :)
Hi , so for today's i just wanna share with you the recipe of my all time favorite dish . It is originally dish in india but right now since im a filipino i share with all of you the filipino style of chicken curry .
Filipino **Chicken Curry** is one of the mildest curry dishes you’ll ever have. Made with just a handful of ingredients such as coconut milk, curry, and ginger. It’s rich, creamy, and savory with a hint of sweetness. A perfect dish for adults and kids alike.
Filipino Curry Ingredients
You will only need simple ingredients to make Filipino curry. It involves little to no spice, making it one of the mildest curry dishes.
**Chicken** – use chicken pieces with bone-in and skin on for maximum flavor. **Tip**: trim-off the excess visible fat from using a sharp knife while carefully leaving the skin-on. This will make the sauce less fatty but still full of flavor.
**Spices**– everyday ingredients such as ginger, onion, and garlic is all you need.
**Coconut Milk (not cream)** – gives the curry a rich and creamy flavor.
**Fish Sauce (patis)** – is the main salt in this dish. Regular cooking salt can also be used but the flavor won’t be the same.
**Vegetables –** the classic CBP of course–carrots, potatoes, and bell peppers. I also added green chili for extra aroma.
**Liquid** – Use water or your favorite meat broth. If using store-bought broths, I recommend using the low-sodium kind.
How to make Chicken Curry
Start off by searing the chicken on both sides. This step gives the curry a deeper flavor. Saute the spices to enhance their flavor, along with the curry powder and fish sauce. Make sure heat is set to medium-low so the spices don’t burn .
Add back the seared chicken pieces, carrots, and potatoes. Pour the coconut milk, water or broth. Cook until the meat and vegetables are fork-tender. Top with diced bell peppers and that is it! Easy!
(Pictures not mine)
Cooking notes:
**Searing Shortcut:** Brown only one side of the chicken, preferably the skin side.
**Cooking time:** Adjust cooking time if using smaller pieces of chicken. Test doneness after 20 minutes, remove the lid to thicken the sauce just a bit.
If using chicken broth, use low sodium so the sauce won’t end up being too salty.
Cut carrots and potatoes in a large size so they can cook together with the meat and won’t get mushy.
What type of curry to use?
Yellow curry powder with minimal spices and with no added chili is commonly used for Filipino curry. If one wants a little bit of heat, fresh red chili is added during the cooking process.
There are many different blends of yellow curry in the market that originated from different regions all over the world. Some have more spices than the other while some include chili for added heat.
Here are some examples:
**Malay Curry Powder (mildly spicy)** – coriander seeds, cumin seeds, fennel seeds, cayenne pepper, turmeric powder, cloves, ground cinnamon, cardamom, black pepper
**Thai Curry Powder (spicy)**
turmeric, bay leaves, coriander, cumin seed, ginger (ground), pepper, chili flakes, clove .
**Indian Curry Powder (spicy) –**turmeric, chili powder, ground coriander, cumin, ginger, and pepper.
**Other blends (not spicy)** – coriander, cumin, turmeric, ginger, fenugreek, nutmeg, red pepper and onion, curry powder
Ultimately, **reading the ingredients list in the food label** will help you decide the right curry blend that will suit your taste.
Can you use yellow curry paste?
Yes, definitely! Just follow the amount of paste recommended per one pound of meat.
Can you use red curry paste?
Yes! If you like it spicy, then red curry paste is just what you need.
That's all * HAPPY COOKING :)
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The Tragic, Real-Life Story Of Judy Garland
Do you know Judy Garland ? She was once my favorite actress because of her role at WIZARD OF OZ , here's her story and i hope you like it !
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Frances Ethel Gumm is not a widely recognized name, but under her stage name — Judy Garland — she became of the best-known film stars of all time. In addition to being a successful actress, Garland was an extraordinary singer and Grammy-award winner. Yet in spite of her phenomenal success, Garland's life was a tragic one, marked by drug abuse, suicidal tendencies, and failed marriages.
She began her career when she was just two and a half years old, performing with her older sisters, Susie and Jimmie. By the time she was 13, she had signed her first movie contract. By the time she was 20, she had several films to her credit and had won a special Academy Award for her role in The Wizard of Oz. But by 47, she was dead.
Judy Garland grew up with a pushy stage mom .
Judy Garland's early success wasn't so much the result of a lucky break as it was the outcome of years of planning by her mother, Ethel Gumm. Gumm, a former vaudeville performer, pushed all of her daughters into show business, but she recognized early on that Garland had the most talent.
Garland began to tour the country as a soloist, with Gumm giving her daughter sleeping pills starting at the age of 10 to help her sleep while on the road. Garland reportedly called her mother "the real Wicked Witch of the West," a reference to the villain in one of her best known films, The Wizard of Oz.
Garland told Barbara Walters in a 1967 interview that her mother was a "mean" stage mother. "She was very jealous because she had absolutely no talent," she said. "She would stand in the wings... and if I didn't feel good... she'd say, 'You get out and sing or I'll wrap you around the bedpost and break you off short!' So I'd go out and sing."
At the age of 13, Judy Garland was signed to MGM after an audition with the film studio's co-founder Louis B. Mayer. Stunned by her beautiful singing voice, Mayer didn't require her to go through a screen test, and he signed her on the spot. It was the big break Garland and her mother had been working for, but, instead of her dreams coming true, Garland soon found herself living in a nightmare.
The studio treated her harshly. Concerned about her weight, the studio monitored Garland's eating. Food would often be taken away from her, leaving her in a constant state of hunger. She would remain insecure about her body image for the rest of her life. Yes, this marked just one of the horrific ways Old Hollywood studios abused actors.
Charles Waters, a director who worked with Garland, referred to Garland as "the ugly duckling" of the industry, according to The Independent. He claimed the way the studio treated her "had a damaging effect" on Garland. "I think it lasted forever really," he said.
Judy Garland was not just starved by MGM, but she also began a lifetime of drug dependency while at the studio. The studio would often push its stars to the limit, and Garland would sometimes find herself working 18 hour days, six days a week. To keep her going (and to keep her slim), the studio would give the teenager drugs, marking one of the most scandalous stories of Old Hollywood. She was given amphetamines to keep her energetic and sleeping pills to calm her down.
After Garland's death, film critic Roger Ebert wrote about Garland's performance in the 1954 musical A Star Is Born. According to Ebert, a woman who had worked on the production team said Judy was worked "incredibly hard." When the film fell behind on its shooting schedule, they put Garland, who had been clean when she began filming, back on drugs.
"They were going back to the same so-called solution of 10 or 15 years ago," said Ebert's source. "If Garland was in trouble, or you thought she might be, put her on pills. Speed her up, slow her down. Run her like a clock."
Gerald Clarke, author of Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland, revealed in his biography of Judy Garland (via The Seattle Times) that the star was subjected to sexual harassment at the studio. From the time she was 16, Garland was repeatedly propositioned for sex.
"Don't think they all didn't try," said Garland in an unfinished memoir for Random House uncovered by Clarke as part of his research. Studio head Louis B. Mayer complimented her voice by placing his hand on her left breast under the guise of touching her heart, where he said she sang from. "I often thought I was lucky that I didn't sing with another part of my anatomy," said Garland, who eventually worked up the courage to put an end to it when she was 20. According to Garland's memoir, Mayer cried when she put a stop to it, claiming to love the young singer.
Garland claimed abuse at the hands of at least one other studio executive, whom she didn't name. When Garland rejected his advances, she said "he began screaming" and threatened to ruin her career, telling her, "I'll break you if it's the last thing I do."
Desperate for love, Judy Garland married five times. In 1941, at the age of 19, she married composer David Rose. Her mother and the studio tried to stop her, concerned about how marriage would affect Garland's image. Garland and Rose eloped in Las Vegas, but their marriage was short-lived. They divorced in 1944.
The following year, Garland married her second husband, director Vincente Minnelli. They had a daughter together, Liza, but this marriage was also short-lived. Minnelli and Garland divorced in 1951, a decision partially influenced by Minnelli's attraction to other men.
A year later, Garland married businessman Sid Luft, with whom she had two children, Joey and Lorna. They divorced in 1965. Garland claimed Luft was abusive and hit her, although Luft denied this. Garland said that her next husband, actor Mark Herron, also hit her, and the two separated after only a few months. Like Minnelli, Herron was also attracted to men, and would later enter a long-term relationship with a fellow actor.
Garland had been married to her fifth husband, Mickey Deans, for just three months when Deans found her dead in their bathroom. Deans remained loyal to Garland's memory and never remarried.
Judy Garland was forced to get an abortion.
Judy Garland had three children in her life, but she didn't have this family until later in her career. Her first pregnancy, according to Vanity Fair, ended in abortion when she was just 19 and married to her first husband. Abortion was still illegal then, but Garland's mother and her studio, MGM, arranged to have the procedure quietly done.
Such abortions were common in Hollywood at the time, as movie studios didn't want to ruin the image of their stars as sex symbols or, as in the case of Garland, child stars. Many of Garland's contemporaries, including Bette Davis and Ava Gardner, also had abortions in order to save their acting careers.
Years later, Garland's boyfriend Sid Luft urged her to get an abortion when she became pregnant in 1951. Though they later married, at the time Garland became pregnant they were married to other people. Luft was only thinking of her career, but later regretted his decision. He acknowledged in his autobiography, Judy and I (via The New Yorker), "I was as unjustified as I was insensitive."
Motherhood was hard for Judy Garland
Perhaps because she herself did not have a strong mother figure, Judy Garland had somewhat troubled relationships with her children. Her son, Joey Luft, told Closer that Garland was a loving mother, but that her battle with drug addiction caused her to behave erratically. "There were times when my mom wasn't acting right, so I'd ask my dad, 'Is she sick?' and he explained it all to me," said Luft.
His sister Liza Minelli said that their mother experienced mood swings and that her children would often be affected by them. "If she was happy, she wasn't just happy," said Minelli. "She was ecstatic. And when she was sad, she was sadder than anyone." According to Minelli, Garland would veer from "excessive love bouts" to screaming at her children.
Daughter Lorna Luft said that Garland was "damaged," in addition to being "funny and sweet." She shared, "There wasn't enough love in the world, enough attention in the world, to save my mother," continuing, "No one could have saved her but herself."
"My life isn't tragic at all," Judy Garland once said
In spite of media coverage to the contrary, Judy Garland insisted that she was happy — at least in 1960. In an interview with Herbert Kretzmer, quoted in the book Judy Garland on Judy Garland: Interviews and Encounters (via Parade), Garland expressed her frustration that she was viewed "as a neurotic kid, full of fits and depressions."
The Tragic, Real-Life Story Of Judy Garland
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Frances Ethel Gumm is not a widely recognized name, but under her stage name — Judy Garland — she became of the best-known film stars of all time. In addition to being a successful actress, Garland was an extraordinary singer and Grammy-award winner. Yet in spite of her phenomenal success, Garland's life was a tragic one, marked by drug abuse, suicidal tendencies, and failed marriages.
She began her career when she was just two and a half years old, performing with her older sisters, Susie and Jimmie. By the time she was 13, she had signed her first movie contract. By the time she was 20, she had several films to her credit and had won a special Academy Award for her role in The Wizard of Oz. But by 47, she was dead.
How did one of Hollywood's brightest stars dim so soon? Garland's life was full of pain and tragedy, but the most heartbreaking part is that much of it could have been avoided.
Judy Garland grew up with a pushy stage mom
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Judy Garland's early success wasn't so much the result of a lucky break as it was the outcome of years of planning by her mother, Ethel Gumm. Gumm, a former vaudeville performer, pushed all of her daughters into show business, but she recognized early on that Garland had the most talent.
Garland began to tour the country as a soloist, with Gumm giving her daughter sleeping pills starting at the age of 10 to help her sleep while on the road. Garland reportedly called her mother "the real Wicked Witch of the West," a reference to the villain in one of her best known films, The Wizard of Oz.
Garland told Barbara Walters in a 1967 interview that her mother was a "mean" stage mother. "She was very jealous because she had absolutely no talent," she said. "She would stand in the wings... and if I didn't feel good... she'd say, 'You get out and sing or I'll wrap you around the bedpost and break you off short!' So I'd go out and sing."
Judy Garland was starved by her studio
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At the age of 13, Judy Garland was signed to MGM after an audition with the film studio's co-founder Louis B. Mayer. Stunned by her beautiful singing voice, Mayer didn't require her to go through a screen test, and he signed her on the spot. It was the big break Garland and her mother had been working for, but, instead of her dreams coming true, Garland soon found herself living in a nightmare.
The studio treated her harshly. Concerned about her weight, the studio monitored Garland's eating. Food would often be taken away from her, leaving her in a constant state of hunger. She would remain insecure about her body image for the rest of her life. Yes, this marked just one of the horrific ways Old Hollywood studios abused actors.
Charles Waters, a director who worked with Garland, referred to Garland as "the ugly duckling" of the industry, according to The Independent. He claimed the way the studio treated her "had a damaging effect" on Garland. "I think it lasted forever really," he said.
The studio pushed Judy Garland to take drugs
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Judy Garland was not just starved by MGM, but she also began a lifetime of drug dependency while at the studio. The studio would often push its stars to the limit, and Garland would sometimes find herself working 18 hour days, six days a week. To keep her going (and to keep her slim), the studio would give the teenager drugs, marking one of the most scandalous stories of Old Hollywood. She was given amphetamines to keep her energetic and sleeping pills to calm her down.
After Garland's death, film critic Roger Ebert wrote about Garland's performance in the 1954 musical A Star Is Born. According to Ebert, a woman who had worked on the production team said Judy was worked "incredibly hard." When the film fell behind on its shooting schedule, they put Garland, who had been clean when she began filming, back on drugs.
"They were going back to the same so-called solution of 10 or 15 years ago," said Ebert's source. "If Garland was in trouble, or you thought she might be, put her on pills. Speed her up, slow her down. Run her like a clock."
Judy Garland faced harassment in Hollywood
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Gerald Clarke, author of Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland, revealed in his biography of Judy Garland (via The Seattle Times) that the star was subjected to sexual harassment at the studio. From the time she was 16, Garland was repeatedly propositioned for sex.
"Don't think they all didn't try," said Garland in an unfinished memoir for Random House uncovered by Clarke as part of his research. Studio head Louis B. Mayer complimented her voice by placing his hand on her left breast under the guise of touching her heart, where he said she sang from. "I often thought I was lucky that I didn't sing with another part of my anatomy," said Garland, who eventually worked up the courage to put an end to it when she was 20. According to Garland's memoir, Mayer cried when she put a stop to it, claiming to love the young singer.
Garland claimed abuse at the hands of at least one other studio executive, whom she didn't name. When Garland rejected his advances, she said "he began screaming" and threatened to ruin her career, telling her, "I'll break you if it's the last thing I do."
Judy Garland was unlucky in love
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Desperate for love, Judy Garland married five times. In 1941, at the age of 19, she married composer David Rose. Her mother and the studio tried to stop her, concerned about how marriage would affect Garland's image. Garland and Rose eloped in Las Vegas, but their marriage was short-lived. They divorced in 1944.
The following year, Garland married her second husband, director Vincente Minnelli. They had a daughter together, Liza, but this marriage was also short-lived. Minnelli and Garland divorced in 1951, a decision partially influenced by Minnelli's attraction to other men.
A year later, Garland married businessman Sid Luft, with whom she had two children, Joey and Lorna. They divorced in 1965. Garland claimed Luft was abusive and hit her, although Luft denied this. Garland said that her next husband, actor Mark Herron, also hit her, and the two separated after only a few months. Like Minnelli, Herron was also attracted to men, and would later enter a long-term relationship with a fellow actor.
Garland had been married to her fifth husband, Mickey Deans, for just three months when Deans found her dead in their bathroom. Deans remained loyal to Garland's memory and never remarried.
Judy Garland was forced to get an abortion
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Judy Garland had three children in her life, but she didn't have this family until later in her career. Her first pregnancy, according to Vanity Fair, ended in abortion when she was just 19 and married to her first husband. Abortion was still illegal then, but Garland's mother and her studio, MGM, arranged to have the procedure quietly done.
Such abortions were common in Hollywood at the time, as movie studios didn't want to ruin the image of their stars as sex symbols or, as in the case of Garland, child stars. Many of Garland's contemporaries, including Bette Davis and Ava Gardner, also had abortions in order to save their acting careers.
Years later, Garland's boyfriend Sid Luft urged her to get an abortion when she became pregnant in 1951. Though they later married, at the time Garland became pregnant they were married to other people. Luft was only thinking of her career, but later regretted his decision. He acknowledged in his autobiography, Judy and I (via The New Yorker), "I was as unjustified as I was insensitive."
Motherhood was hard for Judy Garland
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Perhaps because she herself did not have a strong mother figure, Judy Garland had somewhat troubled relationships with her children. Her son, Joey Luft, told Closer that Garland was a loving mother, but that her battle with drug addiction caused her to behave erratically. "There were times when my mom wasn't acting right, so I'd ask my dad, 'Is she sick?' and he explained it all to me," said Luft.
His sister Liza Minelli said that their mother experienced mood swings and that her children would often be affected by them. "If she was happy, she wasn't just happy," said Minelli. "She was ecstatic. And when she was sad, she was sadder than anyone." According to Minelli, Garland would veer from "excessive love bouts" to screaming at her children.
Daughter Lorna Luft said that Garland was "damaged," in addition to being "funny and sweet." She shared, "There wasn't enough love in the world, enough attention in the world, to save my mother," continuing, "No one could have saved her but herself."
Judy Garland's long history of instability
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Judy Garland's traumatic childhood, combined with her dependency on drugs, caused a great deal of turmoil in her adult life. Her ex-husband Sid Luft painted a picture of Garland's emotional instability in his book, Judy and I. According to Luft's memoir (via The New Yorker), Garland would take stimulants and diet pills in an effort to remain "camera slim," an obsession carried over from the days the studio would take away food from the adolescent star.
Luft claimed it wasn't just Garland's unhealthy self image that kept her on the pills, but that this was also an excuse to keep taking the drugs. "She confessed it was virtually impossible for her to sustain a work mode in front of the cameras without taking some kind of medication," he wrote.
Garland also suffered from postpartum depression, for which she was given more medication on top of the drugs with which she was already self-medicating. Luft thought he could help his wife manage her addiction, something that is often widely misunderstood. "I wasn't thinking of Judy as a clinically ill person," he said. "I was worried something awful had happened to the delightful, brilliant woman I loved."
Judy Garland's multiple attempts to take her own life
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Judy Garland's self-destructive behavior didn't stop at drug abuse. After being fired from MGM in 1950, the singer tried to take her own life twice. At the time, she was married to her second husband, Vincente Minnelli, and her depression contributed to the stress that led to their divorce.
Not long after, then married to Sid Luft, Garland cut her throat and was found by him in the bathroom. "What demons inhabited her soul just when life seemed so rich and productive?" wrote Luft in Judy and I (via People). "It was a gigantic puzzlement that she would poison herself with pills, and that the toxic reaction to whatever she swallowed would create an impulse for self-mutilation."
Luft noted his wife's erratic behavior after another attempt. Garland presented her slashed wrists to her husband, saying, "Look, darling, what I've done!" while she was "bleeding profusely." According to an obituary in the Los Angeles Times, Luft said that Garland tried to kill herself 20 times throughout the course of their 13-year marriage.
"My life isn't tragic at all," Judy Garland once said
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In spite of media coverage to the contrary, Judy Garland insisted that she was happy — at least in 1960. In an interview with Herbert Kretzmer, quoted in the book Judy Garland on Judy Garland: Interviews and Encounters (via Parade), Garland expressed her frustration that she was viewed "as a neurotic kid, full of fits and depressions."
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How to sleep better ?
Hi guys :) Do you have trouble sleeping? Are you repeatedly waking up at night for no apparent reason? Do you have to drag yourself out of bed each morning? Getting a good nights rest may seem like an impossible goal, especially when you are wide awake at 3 am. I have an insomnia so i usually sleep at 3-4 in the morning then wake up at early , i don't know what to do so i do a research how i can sleep better , i take down all of the information on how to get sleep better and beat my insomnia so here it is :)
**1- Use The Bed Only For Its Intended Purpose**
Don’t turn your bed into a dining or workspace. Start using it only for its intended purpose – for sleep (and sex). This piece of furniture should be strongly associated with relaxation. This technique allows you to develop a conditioned reflex to your own bed. Every time you lie on it, your brain will receive a signal that it is time to fall asleep.
The quality of bedding can also affect sleep. This is a good reason to buy new comfy pillows and a mattress. Research shows that sleeping under a weighted blanket (about 10% of your weight) is very beneficial. It helps relieve anxiety, calms you down, and helps to relax. When buying bed linen, opt for products made from natural fabrics.
**2- Adjust Your Biological Clock**
Adequate sleep patterns are essential for mental and physical health. Try to wake up and fall asleep at the same time every day. So you will program your biological clock and will be able to normalize sleep. Our body has a special control system – circadian rhythms. They give the body the mindset to stay awake in the morning and sleepy in the evening.
Once you adjust to the new schedule, falling asleep quickly, and waking up easily will be much easier. Experts believe that an adult needs 7-9 hours of sleep to maintain youth, health, and high productivity.
**3- Give Up Bad Habits**
What we do during the day affects the night’s sleep. Our habits play a major role in the quality of our sleep. Habits like alcohol abuse, smoking, eating fatty foods can lead to insomnia. If you are addicted to alcohol and insomnia has become a part of your life, you can contact the alcohol abuse hotline. They can suggest you effective coping strategies and medication. https://drugabuse.com/alcohol/hotlines/
**4- Take A Walk Before Bed**
A half-hour evening walk in the fresh air is even more effective. Slow walking activates metabolic processes, relieves stress, improves immunity, and ensures healthy sleep. Even a small city square is suitable for this purpose. The main condition is to finish all planned tasks in advance and not think about work.
Walking before bed should have a calming effect. In the warm season, you can increase its duration to one and a half hours. A longer walk, on the other hand, is likely to cause fatigue and sleep disturbance. Try to arrange your route in such a way as to avoid places with heavy traffic and crowds.
**5- Start Eating Sleepy Food**
Before going to bed, it is better to give up heavy foods and sweets. But a light snack a couple of hours before bedtime, on the contrary, will improve your nighttime metabolism and make it easier to fall asleep.
This can be natural yogurt, half a banana, chamomile tea, almonds, a boiled egg, or classic milk with honey. By the way, the latter has about the same effect as a hot bath. But products with caffeine are best left for the first half of the day. Studies show that this substance can remain in the blood for 6-8 hours.
Caffeine is present in chocolate, coffee, soda, and energy drinks. It will be easier to overcome insomnia if you add foods that promote the production of melatonin and serotonin to your usual diet. Among them are turkey meat, salmon, cheese, walnuts, and whole-grain bread.
**6- Do A Light Self-Massage**
A light relaxing massage is a good way to relieve physical and emotional stress and normalize sleep. In addition, it has a beneficial effect on muscle tone, blood vessels, and heart function. You can do this massage both with the help of loved ones and on your own. Before the procedure, it is important to completely relax: take 8-10 deep breaths and exhalations.
After that, warm up your palms by intensively rubbing them against each other. Begin to gently massage your face, earlobes, neck, and shoulders. Moving from top to bottom, smoothly move to the chest and abdomen, feet. At the same time, try not to press too hard – during such a massage. --
I'm glad that i found this helpful tips and i do this and it helps me a lot . So i hope it helps :) thankyou for reading !*
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You are unique :)
Think what a remarkable, unduplicatable, and miraculous thing it is to be you! Of all the people who have come and gone on the earth, since the beginning of time, not ONE of them is like YOU!
No one who has ever lived or is to come has had your combination of abilities, talents, appearance, friends, acquaintances, burdens, sorrows and opportunities.
No one’s hair grows exactly the way yours does. No one’s finger prints are like yours. No one has the same combination of secret inside jokes and family expressions that you know.
The few people who laugh at all the same things you do, don’t sneeze the way you do. No one prays about exactly the same concerns as you do. No one is loved by the same combination of people that love you – NO ONE!
No one before, no one to come. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY UNIQUE!
Enjoy that uniqueness. You do not have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else. You weren’t meant to be like someone else. You do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else.
You were meant to be different. Nowhere ever in all of history will the same things be going on in anyone’s mind, soul and spirit as are going on in yours right now.
If you did not exist, there would be a hole in creation, a gap in history, something missing from the plan for humankind.
Treasure your uniqueness. It is a gift given only to you. Enjoy it and share it!
No one can reach out to others in the same way that you can. No one can speak your words. No one can convey your meanings. No one can comfort with your kind of comfort. No one can bring your kind of understanding to another person.
No one can be cheerful and lighthearted and joyous in your way. No one can smile your smile. No one else can bring the whole unique impact of you to another human being.
Share your uniqueness. Let it be free to flow out among your family and friends and people you meet in the rush and clutter of living wherever you are. That gift of yourself was given you to enjoy and share. Give yourself away!
See it! Receive it! Let it tickle you! Let it inform you and nudge you and inspire you! YOU ARE UNIQUE!
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7 Things You Need To Know About Cryptocurrency in 2021
Whether or not you choose to trade Bitcoin or any other cryptocurrency, it is important to understand what it is and the trends driving it.
The bottom line, however, is that the world’s money is flowing onto the blockchain, and the use of cryptocurrency is growing at an exponential rate.
****#1 - What Is A Cryptocurrency****
The word cryptocurrency is a bit of a misnomer and perhaps the biggest hurdle for people to understand. Cryptocurrencies aren’t money in the sense of a dollar or a euro. Cryptocurrencies are tokens that take up space on a blockchain. A blockchain is a form of distributed ledger, the cryptocurrency is the means of tracking value on that ledger.
Think of it like an abacus. The frame of the abacus represents the network of computers that support the blockchain and the beads are the cryptocurrency that makes the abacus network work. Cryptocurrency/Blockchain networks are made up of miners. The miners keep track of transactions, maintain the distributed ledger, and get rewarded with “mined” coins.
The point of blockchains and cryptocurrencies is to keep track of value in a decentralized manner. The applications for blockchain are virtually endless but tend to center around the transfer or storage of value. Bitcoin is the first and most widely used cryptocurrency and it is little more than a way to exchange value across the Internet. To own and trade in cryptocurrencies, you need to have a wallet and an account with an exchange but more about that later.
****#2 - POW or POS****
Not all blockchains are alike or are intended to do exactly the same thing but they all have a few fundamental qualities that are the same. The primary differentiator is whether the blockchain is a Proof-of-Work or a Proof-of-Stake network.
In a proof-of-work (POW) blockchain the computers that support the network, called miners, employ large amounts of time and power to do their work. Not because it has to be that way but because that’s the way the original method of verifying transactions is time-consuming. The miners are, in effect, racing to prove who verified the transaction first and not actually verifying the network. POW miners earn previously unmined cryptocurrency for their efforts, a system that is inherently flawed due to limited quantities of the underlying cryptocurrency. Eventually, all the tokens will be mined, and then what?
Proof-of-Stake is the future of blockchain technology and cryptocurrency. Instead of spending a vast amount of computing power to prove who did what first, proof of stake networks allow the miners to put up capital and earn fees for processing transactions. The capital, or stake, functions as a node in a banking network by guaranteeing transactions and providing liquidity.
****#3 - Bitcoin is the world’s reserve crypto****
Bitcoin (****BTC****) is the world’s first and most widely trusted cryptocurrency. As of the first week of January, 2021, Bitcoin accounted for nearly 70% of the entire cryptocurrency market and that figure is rising. The value of Bitcoin is up more than 550% since the beginning of 2020 and momentum is still on the rise. The first days of 2021 saw the price of Bitcoin rise to a new all-time high nearly 100% higher than the previous high set in late 2017. https://www.marketbeat.com/cryptocurrencies/bitcoin/
When it comes to cryptocurrency, Bitcoin is the standard that everyone else is trying to beat. The problem is that no other cryptocurrency has quite managed to topple it from its roost. Even Ethereum, the world’s second-largest cryptocurrency by market cap, has failed to really compete in terms of value but that may be changing. Bitcoin is a POW network that’s only good for one thing and that is transferring value, Ethereum is the leading cryptocurrency for smart contracts.
****#4 - Ethereum is reinventing the wheel****
They say you shouldn’t reinvent the wheel but that’s what Ethereum’s (****ETH****) founders and development team have done. If Bitcoin is a wheel, Ethereum is a wheel that can run complex programs and execute on smart-contracts when pre-set conditions are met. The problem with Ethereum is that it has some flaws that keep it from fulfilling its promise but there are plans to fix them. https://www.marketbeat.com/cryptocurrencies/ethereum/
Ethereum is currently a proof-of-work blockchain but the switch to ****proof-of-stake**** is already underway. The Beacon Chain was launched in late December and will become the backbone of the new Ethereum proof-of-stake network. The Beacon Chain has already attracted billions in staked dollar-value and will eventually coordinate all the shards and sidechains the completed ETH 2.0 upgrade will bring. https://www.marketbeat.com/originals/three-things-you-need-to-know-about-ethereum-eth-usd/
The price of Ethereum is lagging Bitcoin relative to the dollar but it is catching up fast. The launch and success of the Beacon Chain have helped propel this coin to a three-year high with new all-time highs in view.
****#5 - Exchanges, Wallets, And Cold Storage****
How do you buy a cryptocurrency? On a growing number of exchanges that will soon include the likes of Paypal. In the U.S., the top exchanges include ****Coinbase**** and the Gemini Exchange. Coinbase may go public with an IPO in 2021, or at least that's the rumor. The Gemini Exchange is a business of the Winklevoss twins, two of Bitcoins earliest and most vocal proponents. There are quite a few to choose from but be sure to stick with the U.S. licensed and regulated exchanges. https://www.marketbeat.com/originals/the-top-3-ipos-to-watch-in-2021/
A wallet is different from an exchange. An exchange account will include a wallet that can hold the listed cryptocurrencies while a wallet may not allow trading at all, only sending/receiving. Holding cryptocurrency off-exchange is the recommended best-practice for those not actively trading. The Exodus Wallet is only one of many that facilitate not only holding but the exchange of cryptocurrency as well.
Cold storage is the practice of holding your cryptocurrency in a wallet that is not connected to the internet. This keeps the digital keys that prove ownership safe in the most secure manner possible. Investors can store their keys on any memory stick and use a safe or safe deposit box for added safety.
****#6 - Defi - Decentralized Finance****
Defi or Decentralized Finance is an umbrella term for a variety of applications aimed at disrupting the traditional banking and finance industries. Defi is vital to the evolution of blockchain because it elevates cryptocurrency from merely transferring value to more complex financial transactions. If you think that this sounds a lot like the “smart contracts” Ethereum is intended to run you are right. The Ethereum network is the number one for Defi at the start of 2021.
Some of the applications that defi is being used for include insurance, loans, crowdfunding, derivatives, trading/investing, and even betting. In fact, staking funds on a POS blockchain network is a form of defi. At last count, there was more than $23 billion in USD locked into defi applications and the value is only growing.
****#7 - Stable Coins And The U.S. Dollar****
Cryptocurrency is a volatile market there is no doubt. There is a way to utilize blockchain technology, however, and avoid most if not all of the day to day volatility, and its called Stable Coins. Stable coins are cryptocurrencies or tokens built on top of cryptocurrency (think Ethereum) that are pegged to a stable value. The most obvious peg is the dollar and there are several stable coins pegged to it including the Tether Dollar (****USDT****) and the USD Coin (****USDC****). https://www.marketbeat.com/cryptocurrencies/tether/ https://www.marketbeat.com/cryptocurrencies/usd-coin/
At the start of 2021, the Tether Dollar was the 3rd ranked cryptocurrency in terms of market cap. With nearly $23.5 billion in circulation, it will most likely hold onto this spot for some time. The USD Coin is a stable coin pegged one-to-one with the dollar and backed by a consortium that includes exchange Coinbase and one of Bitcoin’s largest mining operations, Bitmain. With $4.6 billion in circulation, it holds the 13th spot in regards to market cap firmly securing the dollar’s place as the 3rd largest cryptocurrency market.
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I have learned
I’ve learned-
that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned-
that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned-
that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned-
that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned-
that it’s not *what* you have in your life but *who* you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned-
that you should never ruin an apology with an excuse.
I’ve learned-
that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something.
I’ve learned-
that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned-
that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learned-
that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I’ve learned-
that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learned-
that you can keep going long after you can’t.
I’ve learned-
that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned-
that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned-
that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I’ve learned-
that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I’ve learned-
that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learned-
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I’ve learned-
that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned-
that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I’ve learned-
that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned-
that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned-
that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
I’ve learned-
that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.
I’ve learned-
that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you are to learn to forgive yourself.
I’ve learned-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned-
that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned-
that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.
I’ve learned-
that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I’ve learned-
that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learned-
that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I’ve learned-
that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learned-
that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.
I’ve learned-
that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I’ve learned-
that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I’ve learned-
that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
I’ve learned-
that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings, and standing up for what you believe.
I’ve learned-
that people will forget what you said, and people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
You ? what you have learned ? --
Thankyou for reading :)
Determination and Persistence
Disclaimer:This story is not mine *
-Credits to the rightful owner-
This is a real life story of engineer John Roebling building the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, USA back in 1870. The bridge was completed in 1883, after 13 years .
In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.
Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.
Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.
The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was also injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to talk or walk.
“We told them so.” “Crazy men and their crazy dreams.” “It’s foolish to chase wild visions.”
Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built.
In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever. He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.
As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.
It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.
He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.
For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.
*Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.*
Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realised with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.
How To Cook Max's Style Fried Chicken ?
BY:Ed Joven
**Max’s Style Fried Chicken Recipe** is our attempt to replicate Max’s Restaurant’s delicious fried chicken. We can honestly say that this recipe is very near to the original Max Fried Chicken, the chicken skin is thin and crisp while the moist and tender chicken meat separates from the bone; surely “Sarap to the bones!”
Our **Max Fried Chicken** has a moist, tender, and crisp skin that will really make you ask for more. Please give it a try.
RECIPE
PREP TIME:25 mins
COOK TIME:35 mins
MARINATE:12 hrs
TOTAL TIME:13 hrs
COURSE:Chicken
CUISINE:Filipino
SERVINGS:3 pieces https://www.pinoyrecipe.net/maxs-style-fried-chicken-recipe/
CALORIES:450 kcal
INGREDIENTS 1x2x3x
3 Chicken leg quarters
**For the marinade:**
1 tablespoon Ginger grated
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
3 cloves garlic minced
1 tablespoon salt
**For Poaching liquid:**
1 tbsp cracked black pepper
3 cloves garlic
1 onion quartered
3 bay leaves
salt to taste
water
**For Frying:**
Canola Cooking oil
**For Dipping sauce:**
5 tbsp Tomato Ketchup or
5 tbsp Lechon Spicy Sauce
INSTRUCTIONS:
Prepare to Marinate:
Wash and clean chicken legs, then pat dry using paper towels.
Place the chicken legs in a large bowl, then add the garlic, ginger, salt, and ground black pepper.
Generously rub the spices and seasonings into the chicken meat.
Set aside and marinate for 3 hours to overnight.
Prepare Poaching Liquid:
In a pan, pour water, add whole black pepper, garlic cloves, onion, bay leaf, and salt to taste.
Tip: Make sure that the poaching liquid is salty.
Let it boil for 3 minutes, then add chicken.
Make sure the chicken is submerged in the poaching liquid.
Cook the chicken for 15 minutes over medium fire.
After 15 minutes, remove the chicken.
Chill to remove liquid from chicken skin so that
when you fry, it will become crispy.
Let's Fry:
Before frying, make sure to pat dry chicken with a paper
towel to remove the remaining moisture.
Add oil only halfway to the frypan.
Fry until the chicken skins are golden brown.
Remove from the pan.
Place on a paper towel to drain excess oil.
Serve with Garlic Rice and Lechon sauce or Banana ketchup.
(**CTTRO)by:ED JOVEN**
I'm Proud Of You Fighter
I'm proud that you haven't given up on yourself , even though i know how badly you wanted to . I know some days you almost beg God to heal you . I'm proud that you're still pushing through your path to discover something on yourself and you're still moving forward , no matter how it pains , and no matter how heavy the situation .
I'm proud that your still holding on and fighting .
Little fighter i'm proud of you .
-none
I can't pray
Ako lang ba o meron ding iba dito na hindi madasalin ? I just wanna share you my story hope you read this and give me some advice .
I was in my 4th grade when my grandmother (she passed away already) told me that she like to join me in choir , at first i was hesitant coz' like i said hindi ako madasalin . Sinabi ko sa lola ko na ayaw ko but wala din naman akong nagawa , so eto na nung nagsimula na kong magchoir syempre nasa church ka lahat ng tao nagdadasal pero bakit ganun ung pakiramdam ko ? Feeling ko hindi ako belong sa lugar na un . Umabot ng ilang years hanggang maghighschool ako ganun pa rin parang wala lang , pakiramdam ko andun lang ako kase kailangan kong kumanta so i decided to quit . Hanggang ngayon ganun parin ako , kapag nasa simbahan wala sa sinasabi ng pari ung utak ko . I'm 22 yrs old now and 2 yrs ago pa nung last na nakapasok ako ng simbahan . Hindi ako nagdadasal kase pakiramdam ko niloloko ko lang sarili ko ! Pls give me some advice thankyou ❤
If you have a bad attitude , change it . Stop saying someone will love me for who i am . Your unwillingness to improve is hurting and pushing away the very people who are trying hard to stay .
Pls stop pulling the "kinaya ng iba , bakit hindi ikaw"? card to me . Not everybody has the same privilege , situation & mental stability . No one can function like anyone . Hindi porke kinaya mo ay dapat ako din . Edi ikao sa sitwasyon ko , enjoy 😘😉
Hi im new here 😊
Hope we can earn more ❣❤
“ Everything heals. Your body heals. Your heart heals. The mind heals. Wounds heal. Your soul repairs itself. Your happiness is always going to come back. Bad times don’t last“
I used to protect my name so much to the point i overthink about certain situation . But hey , its 2021 ima protect myself mentally & physically so IDC what anyone thinks about me . Feel free to stress yourself . HAHAHHAHHAHAHA 😂😂😂
Hi i'm back after how many months 😊 how are you guys , hope you doing well 😊❣
Pancit Palabok with Layers of Delight
ngredients:
300g
pancit palabok noodles, cooked al dente, soaked in cold water, drained
For Caldo / Sauce:
1/4 cup
annatto oil
4 pcs
tofu mashed
1 tbsp
patis
1 sachet
8g MAGGI MAGIC SARAP®
**2 packsNESTLE® All Purpose Cream 250ml** https://www.createwithcream.ph/products
1/2 cup
chopped kinchay
For Topping:
2 tbsp
cooking oil
2 tbsp
minced garlic
1
small onion, sliced
1/4 kg
diced pork
1/4 kg
shrimp, shelled and deveined, chopped
1/2 cup
tinapa flakes
1/2 sachet
8g MAGGI MAGIC SARAP®
1 tbsp
patis (or to taste)
2 pcs
hard boiled eggs, sliced
Procedure:
In a clear big bowl, arrange 1/2 of cooked noodles at the bottom. Set aside and prepare caldo.
To prepare caldo, heat annatto oil. Stir-fry mashed tofu. Season with patis and **MAGGI MAGIC SARAP.** Pour in **NESTLÉ ALL PURPOSE CREAM** and simmer for 2 minutes. Add kinchay. Set aside.
To prepare topping, on a different pan, heat cooking oil. Sauté garlic and onions until limp.
Add in pork and cook until brown in color and slightly crispy in texture. Add shrimp and cook until pink. Add in tinapa flakes.
Season with **MAGGI MAGIC SARAP** and patis.
To assemble, pour in caldo on top to cover noodles. Sprinkle with the topping. Repeat procedure until bowl is 3/4 full. Put a generous amount of toppings and garnish with hard boiled egg slices before serving.
Creamy Bistek
Ingredients:
1/2 kg
beef sirloin, thinly sliced
1 sachet
8g MAGGI MAGIC SARAPⓇ
2 tbsp
MAGGIⓇ Savor, Calamansi
1/4 cup
cooking oil
1
Medium onion, sliced into rings
**1 packNESTLE® All Purpose Cream 250ml** https://www.createwithcream.ph/products
Procedure:
Rub beef with MAGGI MAGIC SARAP and MAGGI Savor. Marinate for at least 20 minutes.
Heat oil and sauté onions for 2 minutes or until crisp tender, then set aside.
In the same pan, add marinated beef and pan-fry until brown.
Pour back fried onions folded in with NESTLÉ All Purpose Cream and simmer for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and serve immediately.
Peach Mango Nuggets
How to make it ;
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Peach Mango Nuggets
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Peach Mango Nuggets makes a great dessert or snack. These are mini versions of peach mango pie which are deep fried until golden brown and crispy. It is easy-to-make, affordable, and delicious!
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The reminds me of corned beef nuggets, except that this one in particular is a dessert dish. https://panlasangpinoy.com/kalabasa-and-corned-beef-nuggets/
How to make it
These mini dessert is easy to make. I recommend it to everyone, even to beginners. Give close attention to the steps in the recipe below and watch the video for guidance.
Start by making the filling. Combine mango and peach along with sugar, cinnamon, and cornstarch in a bowl. Mix everything together. There is no separate cooking involved for the filling. Set it aside after mixing.
I like this dessert because there is no need to make a pie crust from scratch. I use slices of white bread. Each piece of bread can make 2 nuggets. Simply flatten the bread using a rolling pin. Cut it in half with a knife or pizza wheel. Fold and seal the edges of each piece while leaving one side open to insert the filling. Make sure to seal the sides well by pressing against each other. Making the edges damp by rubbing water also helps.
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Peach Mango Nuggets makes a great dessert or snack. These are mini versions of peach mango pie which are deep fried until golden brown and crispy. It is easy-to-make, affordable, and delicious!
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The reminds me of corned beef nuggets, except that this one in particular is a dessert dish. https://panlasangpinoy.com/kalabasa-and-corned-beef-nuggets/
How to make it
These mini dessert is easy to make. I recommend it to everyone, even to beginners. Give close attention to the steps in the recipe below and watch the video for guidance.
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Start by making the filling. Combine mango and peach along with sugar, cinnamon, and cornstarch in a bowl. Mix everything together. There is no separate cooking involved for the filling. Set it aside after mixing.
I like this dessert because there is no need to make a pie crust from scratch. I use slices of white bread. Each piece of bread can make 2 nuggets. Simply flatten the bread using a rolling pin. Cut it in half with a knife or pizza wheel. Fold and seal the edges of each piece while leaving one side open to insert the filling. Make sure to seal the sides well by pressing against each other. Making the edges damp by rubbing water also helps.
Put the peach mango filling in each nugget. Do not over fill as we still need to seal the open side. Secure the open slide and start the frying process.
Frying these morsels is simple and straightforward. Simple heat enough oil on a cooking pot. See recipe below for the suggested amount. Simply dip each nugget in beaten egg and then roll over bread crumbs. Fry until crispy and golden brown.
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#“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”-
Korean Pan-Fried Fish
Ingredients
1 pound white fish fillets (rinsed and patted dry)
3 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon pepper
2 eggs
3 tablespoons flour
Cooking oil
Steps to Make It
Cut the fish diagonally with the grain so the pieces are about 1 1/2 inch thick. Salt and pepper the fish on all sides.
Beat eggs with any remaining salt in a bowl. Place bowl next to the stovetop.
Put flour in a shallow bowl or dish next to the egg.
Heat up a pan with a few teaspoons of oil over medium heat.
Dip each fish piece into flour to coat; then dip into egg mixture and place in the frying pan.
Fry fish for 2 to 3 minutes and then flip over to finish for another 1 to 2 minutes, or until the batter becomes a light yellow. (Try not to overcook, as the fish will become dry.) Remove to paper towels to drain. Serve hot.
Tips
If you find the fish too salty, you can decrease the amount of salt in the recipe to 1 to 2 teaspoons.
Almost any white fish works well in this recipe. The best option is a fresh fish with delicate white flesh like flounder, cod, pollack, sea perch, halibut, orange roughy, and yellow croaker, but even frozen fish tastes good cooked this way.
When frying the fish, make sure not to crowd the pan; if there are too many pieces the temperature of the oil will drop and the fish won't crisp up properly.
“Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades-
except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we've fallen to our graves.”
Egyptian Mythology -RA
Ra was the sun god, often regarded as the most important of all Egyptian gods. Ra emerged from the chaos at the beginning of time and created the world. As well as being a god, Ra also ruled as Pharoah. Many Egyptian rulers claimed they were descended from Ra, to give credence to their seat on the throne. According to the myth, Ra eventually began to grow weary of his duties. This made his people question whether he should be their ruler. When Ra learned this, he sent his daughter, the 'Eye of Ra,' to kill those who doubted him. She went on a rampage and Ra took pity on the humans. He tricked her into getting so drunk she couldn't continue killing. After this, Ra left the earth for the sky.
To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.
