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  • 2025/03/09 23:57
• Remembering this moment
  
  In 1972, I returned to Miami Beach High School to speak to the drama class. Afterward I asked the drama teacher if any of my English teachers are still there. Irene Roberts, he tells me, is in the class just down the hall.
  
      I was no one special in Miss Roberts’ class － just another jock who did okay work. I don’t recall any one special Cloud Monitoring Service bit of wisdom she passed on. Yet I cannot forget her respect for language, for ideas and for her students. I realize now, many years later, that she is the quintessential selfless teacher. I’d like to say something to her, I say, but I don’t want to pull her from a class. Nonsense, he says, she’ll be delighted to see you.
  
      The drama teacher brings Miss Roberts into the hallway where stands this 32-year-old man she last saw at 18. “I’m Mark Medoff,” I tell her. “You were my 12th-grade English teacher in 1958.” The Beauty She cocks her head at me, as if this angle might conjure me in her memory. And then, though armed with a message I want to deliver in some perfect torrent of words, I can’t think up anything more memorable than this: “I want you to know,” I say, “you were important to me.”
  
      And there in the hallway, this slight ECGnd lovely woman, now nearing retirement age, this teacher who doesn’t remember me, begins to weep; and she encircles me in her arms.
  
      I begin to sense that everything I will ever know, everything I will ever pass to my students, to my children, is an inseparable part of an ongoing legacy of our shared wonder and eternal hope that we can, must, make ourselves better.
  
      Irene Roberts holds me briefly in her arms and through her tears whispers against my cheek, “Thank you.” And then, with the briefest of looks into my forgotten face, she disappears back into her classroom, returns to what she has done thousands of days through all the years of my absence.
  
      On reflection, maybe those were, after all, just the right words to say to Irene Roberts. Maybe they are the very words I would like to speak to all those teachers I carry through my life as part of me, the very words I would like spoken to me one day by some returning student: “I want you to know you were important to me.”
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  • 2015/09/09 11:39
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• A similar misfortune befell a girl
  
  He lost his arms in an accident that claimed his father's life-who was the main source of support for the family. Since then, he has had to depend on the arms of his younger brother. For the sake of taking care of him, his younger brother became his shadow, never leaving him alone for years. Except for writing with his toes, he was completely unable to do anything in his life.
  
  One late night, he suffered from diarrhea and had to Dream beauty pro wake up his younger brother. His younger brother accompanied him into the toilet and then went back the dorm to wait. But being so tired, his younger brother fell asleep, leaving him on the toilet for two hours till the teacher on duty discovered him. As the two brothers grew up together, they had their share of problems and they would often quarrel. Then one day, his younger brother wanted to live separate from him, living his own life, as many normal people do. So he was heart-broken and didn't know what to do.
  
  too. One night her mother, who suffered from chronic mental illness disappeared. So her father went out looking for her mother, leaving her alone at home. She tried to prepare meals for her parents, only to overturn the kerosene light on the stove, resulting in a fire which took her hands away.
  
  Though her elder sister who was studying Dream beauty pro in another city, showed her willingness to take care of her, she was determined to be completely independent. At school, she always studied hard. Most of all she learned to be self-reliant. Once she wrote the following in her composition: "I am lucky. Though I lost my arms, I still have legs; I am lucky. Though my wings are broken, my heart can still fly."
  
  One day, the boy and the girl were both invited to Dream beauty pro hard sell appear on a television interview program. The boy told the TV host about his uncertain future at being left on his own, whereas the girl was full of enthusiasm for her life. They both were asked to write something on a piece of paper with their toes. The boy wrote: My younger brother's arms are my arms；while the girl wrote: Broken wings, flying heart.
  
  They had both endured the same ordeal, but their different attitudes determined the nature of their lives. It is true that life is unpredictable. Disasters can strike at any time. How you handle misfortune when confronted with it, is the true test of your character. If you choose only to complain and escape from the ordeal, it will always follow you wherever you go. But if you decide to be strong, the hardship will turn out to be a fortune on which new hopes will arise.
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  • 2015/08/24 17:39
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• After you leave
  Want how childish, I am speaking to forget but still care much about, say good to forget the heart but you don't give up. When I am missing the gentle can't find the memory of the cape tianya, my world no longer linger past warmth. I give me the deep-rooted love ended, the mountain, my care and my freedom.
  
  Even after the tender will be a heartache, I still thank you to accompany me through this section of the road, as if with you I will not sad. Now I know I must keep going, even if you don't have to accompany me to go at the end of the years, no matter how long the past I still remember you said that you are in.
  
  Love the church, it makes me not hate, is willing to taste the pain. Love and pain are coexist, love how deep pain there is more clear. When I was young time leave marks of love, I can only say that I had done nothing wrong.
  
  Just too early. Too early.
  
  The phone rang, can you ask me, will wait for you? Business Video Conferencing I asked how many years, you say, I don't know, wait brother married, perhaps two years, three years...
  
  how many round the sun rises in the east and sets in the west again, have been unable to recognize, but every time is at the end of the phone, you call me in the head, middle homebase, obviously, we have sweet sweet, accustomed to the phone with two years of time also quietly but go to.
  
  Is this suffering has pre-destined! Looking back, I fell into deep thought.
  
  At the university of youth, originally is black and white, without a trace of waves, but a chance encounter, you gently knock on the door I love. I am ignorant about love is, at least before you meet, meet, to know each other and it is.
  
  Encounter came too suddenly, everything is in casual.
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  • 2015/08/10 09:29
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• Spaghetti with Leeks
  Instead of boiling pasta in water, blogger Ashley Rodriguez cooks it in a super-flavorful combination of stock, cream reenex , leeks, scallion, garlic, and chives.
  
  By Ashley Rodriguez
  
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  Nutritional Information
  
  Calories    --
  Total Fat    --
  Saturated Fat    --
  Cholesterol    --
  Sodium    --
  Total Carbohydrate    --
  Dietary Fiber    --
  Sugars    --
  Protein    --
  Calcium    --
  creamy one pot spaghetti with leeks
  
  Christina Holmes
  
  Serves: 4
  
  Total Time: 30 min
  
  Ingredients
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      1 tablespoon(s) extra-virgin olive oil
      5 clove(s) garlic, minced
      3 scallions elyze , thinly sliced
      2 leeks, white and light green parts only, trimmed and thinly sliced
      1 medium shallot, chopped
      1 anchovy fillet, drained
      1 pinch(s) crushed red pepper
      1 pound(s) spaghetti, noodles broken in half
      3 3/4 cup(s) chicken stock
      3/4 cup(s) heavy cream
      1/2 teaspoon(s) kosher salt, plus more for seasoning
      2 tablespoon(s) chopped chives
      1/4 cup(s) freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese dermes , plus more for serving
  
  Directions
  
      In a pot, heat the olive oil. Add the garlic, scallions, leeks, and shallot and cook over moderate heat, stirring occasionally, until the leeks are softened, about 6 minutes. Add the anchovy, crushed red pepper, spaghetti, stock, cream, and the 1/2 teaspoon of salt and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to low and cook, stirring, until the pasta is tender and a sauce forms, 11 minutes. Stir in the chives and 1/4 cup of cheese; season with salt. Serve the pasta with extra cheese on the side.
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  • 2015/05/04 15:47
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• Scallops with Creamy Pesto
  By Woman's Day Kitchen
  
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  Calories    268
  Total Fat    12g
  Saturated Fat    4g
  Cholesterol    73mg
  Sodium    452mg
  Total Carbohydrate    7g
  Dietary Fiber    1g
  Sugars    n/a
  Protein    31g
  Calcium    --
  
  Jacqueline Hopkins
  
  Serves: 4
  
  Total Time: 10 min elyze
  
  Prep Time: 10 min
  
  Ingredients
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      1 tablespoon(s) olive oil
      1 1/2 pound(s) sea scallops
      Kosher salt and pepper
      cup(s) refrigerated pesto
      2 tablespoon(s) heavy cream
  
  Directions
  
      Heat oil in a large skillet over elyze medium-high heat. Pat the scallops dry, then season with 1/2 tsp each salt and pepper. Cook until golden brown and opaque throughout, 3 to 4 minutes; transfer to a plate.
      Remove skillet from heat, add the pesto and cream and whisk to combine. Spoon sauce onto serving plates and top with scallops.
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