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Daddy was a criminal
Daddy never went to jail. When the cops finally came for him, he was dying of lung cancer. Clearly terminal, they didn’t drag him to jail for embezzlement. He told me that he only kept money that was owed to him, but I’ll never know the truth. Daddy took his secrets to the grave.
By Joyce O’Day3 years ago in Men
A Father's Legacy: Shaping My Identity
In the tapestry of our lives, there are those extraordinary individuals who leave an indelible mark upon our souls, weaving their wisdom and love into the very fabric of our being. For me, that luminous figure is my father, a guiding light whose influence has molded my identity in profound and transformative ways. As I reflect upon the profound role he has played in shaping who I am, a surge of gratitude and admiration swells within me, overflowing with appreciation for the priceless lessons he has bestowed.
By Antonio Rodrigues3 years ago in Men
Embracing Timeless Elegance: The Allure of White Sherwanis for Special Occasions
When it comes to dressing for special occasions, one cannot overlook the timeless charm of a white sherwani. This classic garment has been adored for centuries, symbolizing grace, elegance, and sophistication. Whether it's a wedding, festival, or formal event, a well-chosen white sherwani can make a lasting impact, exuding an aura of regality and style. In this blog, we will explore the allure of white sherwanis, their historical significance, styling tips, and where to find the perfect white sherwani for your special day.
By Bran Stark3 years ago in Men
If It’s Mine
My dad had a lot of stories. He told us about Brujos and Bultos*; of a demon dog and the Headless Horseman; and of wild adventures he had with his brothers we could hardly believe. But some precious few were less fantastical, just the simple experiences of growing up. One such story he told was when he and his Abuelo, his grandfather, were out hunting.
By Judah LoVato3 years ago in Men
On Sunday afternoon
On Sunday afternoon, I went to the shore grassland located in Binhu New District. I can see the green here from a distance. Here, in front of you are a piece of grassland, a total of 280,000 square meters. There are a lot of hills around, standing on the hill to look down, everything is so ordinary, this is very quiet. The tall buildings in the distance are only a few shadows here, as if they have been far away from life. Under a hill, there is a small man-made lake, shimmering in the sunlight, which is crystal clear. The spring breeze keeps blowing, making the lake a small wave, feeling poetic. And next to this, there is a broad avenue, looking at it, very long, giving a feeling of relaxation, walking on the wide road, the heart has become broad, forgetting many troubles and worries, on the left hand side of the road, there are rows of tall and straight trees, pleasing to the eye, imagine whether the future is as perfect as this bright color. Behind the green trees is Chaohu Lake, and at this time they are like a group of guards wearing camouflage uniforms, standing guard on the roadside. Their straight trunks also make me involuntarily erect, giving me confidence, what can not do? Relatively speaking, today's spring breeze is also a little strong, it should be for the earth to completely recover and embrace me warmly, let me wake up, wake up every part that is still sleeping, wake up a new self. This green world, I can not help but think of the ancient poem: "spring breeze and green river south bank", that a "green" how good to use! Perhaps in the future, there will be "upper and lower water turtle", "fairy palm peak", "Dahongpao", "Jade female peak", "Dolomite", "fairy fishing platform", "and lotus peak", "jade pillar peak". There is a legend about the Jade Goddess peak: the Jade Emperor had three daughters, the elder sister loved to be beautiful, the second sister loved to be slim, the third sister loved to hold the child, and one day the elder sister committed a crime and was sent down to earth. After her demotion, she met a king, and she was fascinated by the king, and they fell in love. When the Jade Emperor found out about this, he created an iron monster so that they could never see each other. One day when the Queen Mother was combing her hair at the Southern Gate of Heaven, she found that they were more than happy to die, and she was so distressed that she threw down the combing mirror and turned it into a river so that they could see each other. We get on the bamboo platoon immediately put on the life jacket, platoon immediately forward. We listened to the explanation of Pai Gong while enjoying the scenery on both sides. Came to the five Qu I looked up at the cliff, suddenly, I found a pile of rotten wood in the hole in the stone wall, "Mother, I saw the hanging coffin! "I shouted in a hurry, and my mother looked up and found the hanging coffin. Time flies! We're almost at the end!I lay still in bed, the white ceiling stinging my eyes. The earthy yellow wind whirled past the window with sand, and now and then - two dry branches flew by... .... I looked at the object in my hand - the last green leaf in the world, tears gradually blurred my eyes, the past events in my mind - emerge.... When I was young, the world was green! Walking on the way to school every day, my eyes are full of those particularly lovely things: after experiencing the cold branches, the purple buds emerge; The willows by the roadside had grown caterpillars again; The first peach blossom blossomed on a street; That winter jasmine is shaped like a feather duster... Whenever that time, I will not stop admiring your beauty - the beauty of nature. And you will always thank me for letting a fresh wind brush my hair; Let a pink petal fall from my eyes; Let the crisp song of a lovely cuckoo reach my ears; Let the scent of a wisp of roses float in the air; Or just send me alfalfa, wild leeks, and let me eat enough... I always thought of you as a good friend. Happy, looking for you jump; When I am sad, I cry to you about my troubles. And you always send willow branches to accompany me to dance with the wind; Send petals to wipe the tears from my eyes. However, as I grew up, year after year, human technology became more and more developed, and the need for nature became more and more frequent. They picked all the flowers and replaced them with bottles of perfume; They pulled away leaves and grass and replaced them with "green grass drinks" for sheep farms; They have cut down the trees and replaced them with houses..... Gradually, the land cracked, desertification, dust wind more. Now, the world is yellow! When you go out, you need to wear a "hair care cap" with an eye mask and a mask, and the whole body must be wrapped tightly. Otherwise, the hair will be covered with dust, the eyes will be captivated by sand, the skin will be cut by the strong wind. Children's laughter is gone, green homes are gone. Walking on the road, no longer see the blue sky, just full of black clouds, even the sun does not appear. I can no longer feel the breeze, see no petals, hear no songs, smell no aromas, taste no wild vegetables... ... I know. You're sick. When you were dying, a long-lost breeze drifted into my room and opened the book "Beautiful Nature." I see in the book, there is a green leaf, that is my bookmark. I understand, you asked me to preserve this green leaf, this last green leaf... .. ... The sound of the stone hitting the glass pulls me back to reality. Tears have soaked the pillow. Are you okay? Naturally, I finally understand you......
By juan bornstein3 years ago in Men
Unveiling the Refreshing Benefits of Cold Showers
While most of us prefer a warm and cozy shower, there is growing evidence to suggest that cold showers can offer a multitude of health benefits. Embracing the chill and incorporating cold showers into your routine may seem daunting at first, but the potential rewards make it worth considering. From improving physical well-being to boosting mental resilience, here are some compelling reasons to turn down the temperature and enjoy the benefits of cold showers.
By Samuel James3 years ago in Men
Life is like a long road. Content Warning.
Life is like a long road, the ups and downs of life is like this "life road" in the sometimes bright, sometimes muddy, difficult to move. When I was a toddler, I was sent to my grandmother by my parents to raise, at that time I had no ability to resist, just crying, but it did not play a magic role, just vent emotions, whenever my mother went back to see me I would be very happy, but the happy time was always so short, and I did not wait for me to enjoy it, he fled without a trace. When my mother wants to go, happiness will come to an end, replaced by sad and full of tears, but my mother will not stay for me, he always told me that when I go to school she will take me back, so I always look forward to this I can grow up quickly. Hurry up and get to school. Come back to your mother. When I was going to kindergarten, my mother really took me and my grandmother to the city, at first I was full of joy but when I knew I had to go to school alone, I cried and cried, but I was still pushed into the school by my mother, the first day of school, like all. The children were crying, the teacher coaxed this and then coaxed that, anxious sweating, but it had no effect on us. After a few weeks, most of us have adapted to school life, and are familiar with the teachers and classmates, to the next semester of the big class, that the primary school can not be with the teachers and students together, including me, many students are reluctant to cry. .. With the growth of age, I should go to primary school, I study hard, carefully listen to the teacher, has been a good child in the eyes of the teacher, the grades are better, never cry, listen to the teacher's teachings, dare to say their own ideas, every day carefree life, everywhere full of innocent children, no pressure, parents, grandparents are also very love Me. I don't have to do housework. I'm so happy. Now, I am a middle school student, more subjects than before, more homework than before, the course has changed from the original six classes a day to now eight classes a day, the journey to school is far away, I have to spend nearly an hour riding to and from school every day, and I feel very adaptable, as if I should have been so busy. Oh, I know why, because I am a middle school student, I must work hard. Walking on the road of life, you will not feel how much you have grown, only when you recall the past, you can know your growth bit by bit. On the road of life, we enrich our experience little by little, and our knowledge is also increasing little by little. If you can savor every bit of life on the road, then you must be able to open up those muddy, impassable paths into a willow avenue.Many people love to laugh, laugh is a happy expression, sometimes, laughter is also a kind of encouragement. This kind of smile can enable us to better play our own level in speeches and other occasions, even if we do not get excellent results, we will not have any regrets. Now I have grade one, but still can not forget the speech contest in grade six. Without the success of my speech that day, I would not have gone as well as I did today. When I was in grade six, my school held a speech contest and required three students from each class to participate. I was honored to be selected into the list of speech contests. A few days before the game, I practiced repeatedly, memorizing the speech, I thought I was determined to win, but I did not expect that I lost the chain in the speech. That afternoon, I went to the designated place to give a speech, but when I arrived, I was shocked. Aside from a dozen judges, there are 40 or 50 students. Making a speech in front of so many people, I am inevitably a little nervous. Time passed quickly and it was my turn. I walked up to the podium with trepidation. Standing in front of the podium, fifty or sixty pairs of eyes rested on me. Suddenly, I was the center of attention in this conference room. Though my hands were clenched, my palms were already dripping with sweat and my feet were shaking. At this time, my mind went blank and I could not think of a word. Suddenly, I saw a strange face, she was smiling at me, saw her nose slightly wrinkled, the mouth slightly raised, this smile is so pure and beautiful, so I can not immediately taste to interpret. Looking at this smile, my heart miraculously calmed down and began to speak naturally. My voice changed with the content of the speech, sometimes passionate, sometimes low, and finally left a good impression on the judges. When I stepped down, I gave her a smile back, which was mixed with my gratitude to her. The result of the competition came out, I got a better result, I know, I can get the result, she has a lot of credit. To today's knowledge competition, I can calmly answer every question of the host. Whenever I can't blurt out the words, I always have that girl's appreciative smile in my mind. Between the calcium carbide fire, the inspiration came out, and the answer was naturally in the chest. Smile is a beam of sunshine in winter, bringing warmth to people; Smile is a light in the dark, to guide the direction of people; A smile is a breath of fresh wind in summer, dispersing irritability...... Smile, often can bring people strength. Maybe your simple smile is a great support in the eyes of others.
By RAVEN MITCHELL3 years ago in Men
the teacher took out
This morning, we had a very rich and interesting observation lesson. A class, the teacher took out a mysterious envelope, let everyone guess what is inside? Some students say tea, some students say beans. The teacher handed out the envelope for us to touch again. I felt the inside was stiff, with many small folds of oval balls on it. The students said it was a peach pit. The teacher said you could come here. We couldn't wait to take a look. These two sharp things, bulging in the middle, its color is brown, the surface is rough, such as bark, can also be used as the grandfather of the head line. As the students carefully observed, a student suddenly shouted: "Fat sea it is!" The teacher can let us soak the fat sea in water and then observe its changes. We put the fat sea in a cup that a classmate had not prepared and poured boiling water on it. As soon as the water was injected, the skin on both ends of the fat sea slowly cracked. After a while, the color of the water turned yellow, and the volume of the fat sea had a noticeable effect on it. After a few minutes the water in the cup became more yellow, and the fat sea became like a ball of cellular brown 'cotton'. Now the fat sea feels soft. I put my nose particularly close to the mouth of the cup to smell, a light fragrance is coming to the nose. I picked up the cup and tasted myself, the taste is not necessarily as sweet as I imagined, but the society is struggling, but it is very refreshing. I picked up the fat sea bite a bit, chewing to feel like wood ear. The bell rang and the lesson was over. This class is not only interesting, but also gives me a lot of harvest. I really enjoyed the viewing class!Missed the morning dew, and looking at the hot sun. Missed the twilight twilight, and the charming moonlight. I missed the excitement of spring and summer. Back to the original memory, there is a picture in the memory, the picture that can not be erased. When I was in elementary school, I had a good friend who was inseparable. Just because of a year, those two hands were thrown away. From that day on, she never spoke to me again. Birthday parties without me, movies without me, as if I had been erased from her life, leaving no trace. In class, the teacher's lesson was very vivid, but I didn't listen to it at all. Looking out the window at the sapphire sky, the hot wind blew from the window, blowing my bangs gently to one side, and the note that said "sorry" was blown to the ground. I was about to pick it up with my hand when the bell rang. A big shoe stepped on the paper, his hand as if touched the tip of a needle, and left the note. There's a footprint on it. The wind seemed to blow away my heart, empty, as if something was missing. I wrote another note and was about to give it to her when she was surrounded by a group of girls. She brushed past me as if she hadn't seen me. I did not exert any force, as if I had lost my center of gravity, and was knocked out and sat in a chair. Looking at her distant back, I wanted to stop her, but I was afraid and gave up... That's when I knew we were never going back. Once friendship, like sand in hands, gone with the wind. Looking at the sky, the heart drifted to the distance. "I'm fine without you." I said. But that doesn't mean you're not important - the second half, I didn't say to her. The next day, looking at her empty position, my heart seemed to be taken away by her, and it was empty. The teacher came in and said, "She switched schools today and won't come." It was like my brain exploded and I just stopped. She's gone! Why is she gone? I haven't said I'm sorry yet! I admit, this time, I really missed her. I called her after school and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." All she said was, "It's too late. Goodbye." Then there's a busy signal. One summer day in sixth grade, I was walking in the pouring rain. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder, I looked, it was her! I tried to catch her, but she disappeared, just like she passed me by. I missed it again. I was thinking back then, if I stopped her, would it still be like this? At that moment, I grew up and understood that missing once may be missing a lifetime. My missing with you is the biggest regret in the long road of my life. When you stand at a fork in the road, remember to choose bravely.
By Keith Crawford3 years ago in Men
