
I believe in the 50-lift
2015年04月24日
I believe in the 50-percent theory. Half the time things are better than normal; the other half, they are worse. I believe life is a pendulum swing. It takes time and experience to understand what normal is, and that gives me the perspective to deal with the surprises of the future Interior decoration.
Let's benchmark the parameters: Yes, I will die. I've dealt with the deaths of both parents, a best friend, a beloved boss and cherished pets. Some of these deaths have been violent, before my eyes, or slow and agonizing. Bad stuff, and it belongs at the bottom of the scale.
Then there are those high points: romance and marriage to the right person; having a child and doing those Dad things like coaching my son's baseball team, paddling around the creek in the boat while he's swimming with the dogs, discovering his compassion so deep it manifests even in his kindness to snails, his imagination so vivid he builds a spaceship from a scattered pile of Legos.
But there is a vast meadow of life in the middle, where the bad and the good flip-flop acrobatically. This is what convinces me to believe in the 50-percent theory.
One spring I planted corn too early in a bottomland so flood-prone that neighbors laughed. I felt chagrined at the wasted effort. Summer turned brutal -- the worst heat wave and drought in my lifetime. The air-conditioner died, the well went dry, the marriage ended,Lumiere the job lost, the money gone. I was living lyrics from a country tune -- music I loathed. Only a surging Kansas City Royals team, bound for their first World Series, buoyed my spirits.
Looking back on that horrible summer, I soon understood that all succeeding good things merely offset the bad. Worse than normal wouldn't last long. I am owed and savor the halcyon times. They reinvigorate me for the next nasty surprise and offer assurance that I can thrive. The 50 percent theory even helps me see hope beyond my Royals' recent slump, a field of struggling rookies sown so that some year soon we can reap an October harvest.
Oh, yeah, the corn crop? For that one blistering summer, the ground moisture was just right, planting early allowed pollination before heat withered the tops, and the lack of rain spared the standing corn from floods. That winter my crib overflowed with corn -- fat, healthy three-to-a-stalk ears filled with kernels from heel to tip -- while my neighbors' fields yielded only brown, empty husks .
Let's benchmark the parameters: Yes, I will die. I've dealt with the deaths of both parents, a best friend, a beloved boss and cherished pets. Some of these deaths have been violent, before my eyes, or slow and agonizing. Bad stuff, and it belongs at the bottom of the scale.
Then there are those high points: romance and marriage to the right person; having a child and doing those Dad things like coaching my son's baseball team, paddling around the creek in the boat while he's swimming with the dogs, discovering his compassion so deep it manifests even in his kindness to snails, his imagination so vivid he builds a spaceship from a scattered pile of Legos.
But there is a vast meadow of life in the middle, where the bad and the good flip-flop acrobatically. This is what convinces me to believe in the 50-percent theory.
One spring I planted corn too early in a bottomland so flood-prone that neighbors laughed. I felt chagrined at the wasted effort. Summer turned brutal -- the worst heat wave and drought in my lifetime. The air-conditioner died, the well went dry, the marriage ended,Lumiere the job lost, the money gone. I was living lyrics from a country tune -- music I loathed. Only a surging Kansas City Royals team, bound for their first World Series, buoyed my spirits.
Looking back on that horrible summer, I soon understood that all succeeding good things merely offset the bad. Worse than normal wouldn't last long. I am owed and savor the halcyon times. They reinvigorate me for the next nasty surprise and offer assurance that I can thrive. The 50 percent theory even helps me see hope beyond my Royals' recent slump, a field of struggling rookies sown so that some year soon we can reap an October harvest.
Oh, yeah, the corn crop? For that one blistering summer, the ground moisture was just right, planting early allowed pollination before heat withered the tops, and the lack of rain spared the standing corn from floods. That winter my crib overflowed with corn -- fat, healthy three-to-a-stalk ears filled with kernels from heel to tip -- while my neighbors' fields yielded only brown, empty husks .
a ball to roll around
2014年07月30日
I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a box car in a freight yard in Atlantic City and landing on my head. Now I am thirty-two. I can vaguely remember the brightness of sunshine and what colour red is. It would be wonderful to see again, but a calamity can do strange things to people healthreach.
It occurred to me the other day that I might not have come to love life as I do if I hadn' t been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don' t mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me appreciate the more what I had left.

Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of adjustments to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. I was bewildered and afraid. But I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me ——a potential to live, you might call it ——which I didn’t see, and they made me want to fight it out with blindness.
The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have collapsed and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life . When I say belief in myself I am not talking about simply the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is part of it. But I mean something bigger than that: an assurance that I am, despite imperfections, a real, positive person that somewhere in the sweeping, intricate pattern of people there is a special place where I can make myself fit.
Neogen code 9 kr It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the most elementary things. Onc e a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was mocking me and I was hurt . "I can' t use this," I said. "Take it with you," he urged me," and roll it around. "The words stuck in my head." Roll it around!" By rolling the ball I could hear where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought impossible: playing baseball. At Philadelphia' s Overbrook School for the Blind I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it ground ball.
All my life I have set ahead of me a series of goals and then tried to reach them, one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good to try for something I knew at the start was wildly out of reach because that only invited the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress water cool towel.
It occurred to me the other day that I might not have come to love life as I do if I hadn' t been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don' t mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me appreciate the more what I had left.

Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of adjustments to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. I was bewildered and afraid. But I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me ——a potential to live, you might call it ——which I didn’t see, and they made me want to fight it out with blindness.
The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have collapsed and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life . When I say belief in myself I am not talking about simply the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is part of it. But I mean something bigger than that: an assurance that I am, despite imperfections, a real, positive person that somewhere in the sweeping, intricate pattern of people there is a special place where I can make myself fit.
Neogen code 9 kr It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the most elementary things. Onc e a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was mocking me and I was hurt . "I can' t use this," I said. "Take it with you," he urged me," and roll it around. "The words stuck in my head." Roll it around!" By rolling the ball I could hear where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought impossible: playing baseball. At Philadelphia' s Overbrook School for the Blind I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it ground ball.
All my life I have set ahead of me a series of goals and then tried to reach them, one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good to try for something I knew at the start was wildly out of reach because that only invited the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress water cool towel.
revel in the beauty of spring
2014年03月26日
Into the march, everything is so beautiful, sound, color, flavor, scene and erratic thoughts.
Throughout history, there have been countless generations of scholars, painters HuaShou for spring splash-ink, picking up for spring in singing, all full of praise. But, after all, no one can enjoy all the beauty of spring, spring fathers day flower.
Spring is always in the crossing of the late autumn dull and lonely, flocking to the winter snow and ice, with HuaGongYeLu quietly coming to us.
Nor, vientiane update. Into the spring, overlook dense rising field, the grass sprout out of the earth, mountain water long, the movie green grass, the sun shines. Into the spring, almost see swaying trees, green LiuShao, she now branches, peach blossom to ponder, the spring breeze.
Spring to show off the color of the five yan, flying locust, sweet bird called the air intoxicating fragrance. Gifts is the spring breeze, dazzling spring scenery, moist all things is the spring rain, moment value daughter who, ChunYun such as song.
Spring is beautiful, everything is full of vitality, saw, relaxed and happy; To smell the refreshing; Listen, stirring. Spring, bring people's visual bright, feel the warm, fragrant smell. The spring give a person with hope, give a person with spring, spring is full of vigor and vitality up to the person, is spring brings us more wonderful daydream.
Listen to the charm of spring, this spring to beat law. Spring rhyme, rhyme how much the hope of life. Spring, leisurely walking out of the many years of feelings.
italy holiday Spring belongs to everyone, I am willing to use the nature of the spring to fill in the ways of life in the spring, I can also like young people continue to share the beauty of spring, spring rhyme.
When I get drunk in the years of abundant the awaken of spring, the pace of life also becomes lightsome.
In this spring, I deeply breathe it with a breath of fresh air spring, drunk in the spring.
If I were a poet, I will use the most beautiful poem to praise the spring; If I were a painter, I must be with the life of the heart to draw a picture scroll "qingming festival" to map the spring; If I were a composer, I must to the most vivid melody to spectrum QuChun song.
I listen to the whisper of the spring, feeling the warmth of spring, grasp the spirit of the spring, ChunYun is a landscape painting, I also in the middle. My heart chasing a spring.
Spring, happy and harmonious YangLiuYiYi, in a piece of the awaken of spring is abundant, the mood wave Yi blossom in spring, I quietly taste the charm of spring, feeling the beauty of spring, revel in the beauty of spring, spring rhyme Discovery Bay Hong Kong...
Throughout history, there have been countless generations of scholars, painters HuaShou for spring splash-ink, picking up for spring in singing, all full of praise. But, after all, no one can enjoy all the beauty of spring, spring fathers day flower.
Spring is always in the crossing of the late autumn dull and lonely, flocking to the winter snow and ice, with HuaGongYeLu quietly coming to us.
Nor, vientiane update. Into the spring, overlook dense rising field, the grass sprout out of the earth, mountain water long, the movie green grass, the sun shines. Into the spring, almost see swaying trees, green LiuShao, she now branches, peach blossom to ponder, the spring breeze.
Spring to show off the color of the five yan, flying locust, sweet bird called the air intoxicating fragrance. Gifts is the spring breeze, dazzling spring scenery, moist all things is the spring rain, moment value daughter who, ChunYun such as song.
Spring is beautiful, everything is full of vitality, saw, relaxed and happy; To smell the refreshing; Listen, stirring. Spring, bring people's visual bright, feel the warm, fragrant smell. The spring give a person with hope, give a person with spring, spring is full of vigor and vitality up to the person, is spring brings us more wonderful daydream.
Listen to the charm of spring, this spring to beat law. Spring rhyme, rhyme how much the hope of life. Spring, leisurely walking out of the many years of feelings.
italy holiday Spring belongs to everyone, I am willing to use the nature of the spring to fill in the ways of life in the spring, I can also like young people continue to share the beauty of spring, spring rhyme.
When I get drunk in the years of abundant the awaken of spring, the pace of life also becomes lightsome.
In this spring, I deeply breathe it with a breath of fresh air spring, drunk in the spring.
If I were a poet, I will use the most beautiful poem to praise the spring; If I were a painter, I must be with the life of the heart to draw a picture scroll "qingming festival" to map the spring; If I were a composer, I must to the most vivid melody to spectrum QuChun song.
I listen to the whisper of the spring, feeling the warmth of spring, grasp the spirit of the spring, ChunYun is a landscape painting, I also in the middle. My heart chasing a spring.
Spring, happy and harmonious YangLiuYiYi, in a piece of the awaken of spring is abundant, the mood wave Yi blossom in spring, I quietly taste the charm of spring, feeling the beauty of spring, revel in the beauty of spring, spring rhyme Discovery Bay Hong Kong...
Missing is a kind of bitter
2014年03月25日
Inlaid harp time, flowers bloom, it is a season, in the autumn wind rustling, pieces of the leaves are falling, the annual story with skirts, left only the leaves on the branches of the tender love and endless yearning. The leaves in the life of that a moment, be permanently fixed and sublimation Hong Kong delivery flower.
For days in the rain or blown away the balm, residue, sad scene, there is a light, chi take tears came hand, smelling the light leaves residual sweet, light feeling, light thinking, last night, the rain falls the bun, leaves and flowers die of sadness.
Qiu streets, few pedestrians on the road, in addition to the cold weather, the most regrets way, the leaf blades of scattered in the street, a breeze blowing, like a butterfly, dancing, wind, ground desolate, after the busy, sigh a stray flower defeated shadow, we always used with a memory, now walk, and then in a casual moment, think of the past dribs and drabs, tears suddenly, originally the past road, can't go back, about the youth footsteps receding.
A hint of wind, rain, light sorrow, light falling. Just want to see the wind blows the leaves quietly, quietly rain dozen plantain, compose the world quietly sad. City of the rainy season, fall on my heart, the long wait, meet the dream has been confused? The breeze stroke, the rain was ruin
Traveling last night, the rain falls,luxury wine tastingI started up in his sleep was the rain, rainy night awake, immediately, cool, feeling never had a clear mind, through the window, looking at the dark grey and full of sorrow the breath of the sky, and sigh time flies, autumn leaves of autumn, so sad, not for the leaves and flowers fade, but for each New Year flower similar, following years person is different, the rule of the remain constant.
All said missing is a kind of unspeakable pain. Only the thoughts of the continuous disturbance thoughts, dark cry lonely thinks, the sound of the rain outside the window, intermittent hazy night the city.
Once, I would like to change butterfly, waiting for flowers. With light rain, hold on to light up. If an afterlife, I would like to turn into a plant nepenthes, carefree laughter appears the world vicissitudes of life.
Don't go back once, back to not go to dream, can only be a memory, the rain outside the window, quietly, I listen quietly, listening to the wonderful voice of nature -- the rain in the bun, like listening to a story, a sad story, telling the sorrow of the world with melancholy, the world of mortals, such as flowers wither, such as red leaves falling, giving the timesong, do not leave the youth.
Standing in the window of the bedroom, looking at the filar silk the rain outside the window, smell the rain with the soil atmosphere, and the falling filar silk on the face of the cold, listen to the rain fall, degrees of the bun real estate agency hong kong .
For days in the rain or blown away the balm, residue, sad scene, there is a light, chi take tears came hand, smelling the light leaves residual sweet, light feeling, light thinking, last night, the rain falls the bun, leaves and flowers die of sadness.
Qiu streets, few pedestrians on the road, in addition to the cold weather, the most regrets way, the leaf blades of scattered in the street, a breeze blowing, like a butterfly, dancing, wind, ground desolate, after the busy, sigh a stray flower defeated shadow, we always used with a memory, now walk, and then in a casual moment, think of the past dribs and drabs, tears suddenly, originally the past road, can't go back, about the youth footsteps receding.
A hint of wind, rain, light sorrow, light falling. Just want to see the wind blows the leaves quietly, quietly rain dozen plantain, compose the world quietly sad. City of the rainy season, fall on my heart, the long wait, meet the dream has been confused? The breeze stroke, the rain was ruin
Traveling last night, the rain falls,luxury wine tastingI started up in his sleep was the rain, rainy night awake, immediately, cool, feeling never had a clear mind, through the window, looking at the dark grey and full of sorrow the breath of the sky, and sigh time flies, autumn leaves of autumn, so sad, not for the leaves and flowers fade, but for each New Year flower similar, following years person is different, the rule of the remain constant.
All said missing is a kind of unspeakable pain. Only the thoughts of the continuous disturbance thoughts, dark cry lonely thinks, the sound of the rain outside the window, intermittent hazy night the city.
Once, I would like to change butterfly, waiting for flowers. With light rain, hold on to light up. If an afterlife, I would like to turn into a plant nepenthes, carefree laughter appears the world vicissitudes of life.
Don't go back once, back to not go to dream, can only be a memory, the rain outside the window, quietly, I listen quietly, listening to the wonderful voice of nature -- the rain in the bun, like listening to a story, a sad story, telling the sorrow of the world with melancholy, the world of mortals, such as flowers wither, such as red leaves falling, giving the timesong, do not leave the youth.
Standing in the window of the bedroom, looking at the filar silk the rain outside the window, smell the rain with the soil atmosphere, and the falling filar silk on the face of the cold, listen to the rain fall, degrees of the bun real estate agency hong kong .
business that operates
2014年03月03日
Is your business operating during the night? For example, if you have a pub or club that operates at night, then a smart and eye-catching sign will not only attract customers but also build a mood your customers will like and be comfortable with. Make sure you use appropriate themes, colors, mood, and graphics to create a powerful visual impact.audio cables
When did you last visit a pub for a drink? Just recall the brilliant sign that was glowing at night captivating your attention, and made you saunter into a tavern for a refreshing drink. This is what is known as impulse sales! So, if you have a business that operates at night, take inspiration from your past experience. Even if your store is closed during the night, an illuminated sign acts as an untiring salesman making customers come back to your shop later.
These sign products are not only great for outdoors but also an excellent idea if strategically installed inside your shop. For example, your business logo brightly illuminated outside attracts customer attention no doubt, but specific information pertaining to new products, offers, services or pricing options tastefully illuminated inside will create a profound impact on the minds of your customers NuHart.
The two obvious options are neon signs and fluorescent light boxes. Installing them will give your brand high visibility and will stand out on a busy thoroughfare. Moreover, neon illuminated signs will help potential customers spot your store location even during the night.
You can use LEDs inside light boxes with programmable displays to provide significant information related to your business. Again, digitally illuminated signage products not only look classy but also allow much flexibility. That’s because with digital signs, you can keep changing your message and display. This is beneficial if you want to provide up-to-date information about your products or services to passersby and customers.g-suite cardinal
When did you last visit a pub for a drink? Just recall the brilliant sign that was glowing at night captivating your attention, and made you saunter into a tavern for a refreshing drink. This is what is known as impulse sales! So, if you have a business that operates at night, take inspiration from your past experience. Even if your store is closed during the night, an illuminated sign acts as an untiring salesman making customers come back to your shop later.
These sign products are not only great for outdoors but also an excellent idea if strategically installed inside your shop. For example, your business logo brightly illuminated outside attracts customer attention no doubt, but specific information pertaining to new products, offers, services or pricing options tastefully illuminated inside will create a profound impact on the minds of your customers NuHart.
The two obvious options are neon signs and fluorescent light boxes. Installing them will give your brand high visibility and will stand out on a busy thoroughfare. Moreover, neon illuminated signs will help potential customers spot your store location even during the night.
You can use LEDs inside light boxes with programmable displays to provide significant information related to your business. Again, digitally illuminated signage products not only look classy but also allow much flexibility. That’s because with digital signs, you can keep changing your message and display. This is beneficial if you want to provide up-to-date information about your products or services to passersby and customers.g-suite cardinal