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08.08.2012 – On the way walking to public transportation to get to work, I had the honor of finding this on the sidewalk, first thing in the morning. Because apparently, whoever it belonged to didn’t have enough time to throw it in the garbage afterwards. :-|
Similar to my medical challenges (hers seem worse than mine though), this expresses my sentiments pretty accurately.
Originally posted on Simply danLrene:
I call this “Sometimes” because many who have loved ones that have chronic illness and chronic pain do not really get it because they do not suffer with it themselves and it truly is a case of you have to be here to really understand. A headache or a backache is not the same thing for they have an ending. You take some med, lay down and rest and when you get up it is gone or greatly improved. For the chronically ill and those with chronic pain there is no “gone” or “greatly improved”.
I have had many ask me to write on this topic. Some who have loved ones with chronic pain and chronic illness will understand for the first time, some will never get it because it means allowing yourself to really look at the pain of another and most people do not like to…
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P.S. Just realised that this is my 100th post. Wow. Time flies.
Believe it or not, Monday 08.06.2012 marked 1 year since the riots in London (that also spread to other cities in the United Kingdom) started. I won’t elaborate (yet? who knows); however, here’s a blog post that does based on the writer reviewing what happened and its effects today. Below are my blog posts about the riots when they started. Take a look & reminisce or (if you didn’t know about the riots) learn.
I’m interrupting my normal “programming” for an important request.
This isn’t an expatriate post; however, I’m posting this as a service to anyone who has ever been raped or otherwise sexually assaulted. This young lady, Savannah Dietrich, was given a gag order in spite of the fact that her rapists admitted to the crimes against her but, like this poster says, I don’t have a gag order & will use the power of the internet for good. Whether this is about Savannah’s case or any of the millions of cases worldwide, speak truth to power. Name them, shame them, blame them. Please spread this around worldwide like the flu – link-back, ping-back, re-blog, whatever it takes (give me credit of course). Also give credit to the poster creator by clicking on the poster below. Thank you for your consideration.
Links about this case:
Sexual Assault Victim Faces Contempt Charge for Tweeting Names of Alleged Attackers (click on the links within this Jezebel link; they’re links to news sites)
Yahoo! Answers – Who raped Savannah Dietrich? (that’s right… names and other personal information included in this link)
Thanks & much respect to the blogger at cyber-logic.tumblr.com for making this poster after getting the idea from a friend.
I finished my last visit of the day (overtime of course) and, due to bus diversions, began the long walk into town to one of the main bus lines. I’ve walked down this particular road many times. My client lives around the corner from the road; sometimes I take the long walk as a form of exercise under the circumstances, and usually just walk past the little shops at the top of the road. But for some reason, I finally decided to take a look inside one of them.
I stopped in front of a chocolate shop to see what was on offer. I looked at the menu outside, which listed a number of chocolate products, and decided to go inside. It’s a small cafe – I think it only sells chocolate products – with small trays of chocolate samples that anyone can try. I walked in and said hello to (who turned out to be) the owner of the shop, a woman with (what is likely) a French-sounding accent, and she said “feel free to try the samples”.
In front of me were some trays, filled with broken bits of dark & milk chocolate, all different flavors. Dark orange & chilli, milk coriander & grapefruit, dark basil & lemon – just 3 examples of 14 different mixes. I tried each one and decided that my favorite is milk chocolate coriander & grapefruit. I can’t fully describe the taste, but the flavors go together well. I asked to buy 100 grams of that flavor, enough to last me for about a week. (That’s a long time for you die-hard chocoholics, I know.)
After I bought the bar, what looked like a bunch of chocolate balls caught my eye. I asked the owner about it and she said “This is chocolate from Panama (Wikipedia link).”
“Wow, what a coincidence!”, I said. “My maternal family is from Panama.” :-)
“Oh wow! I’ve never met a Panamanian before.”, she said. “My friend lives there on the islands with the (Kuna & other) native Indians. She owns a shop and I get my cocoa from her.”
(I corrected her & explained that I wasn’t born in Panama; I’m 2nd generation American. But she still considered me the 1st Panamanian that she ever met. To my knowledge, there isn’t a large Panamanian population here, if any at all.)
We had some small talk; I explained my family’s roots there and she told me more about her friend living among the indigenous people there. She buys the cocoa from her friend, who ships it up here. She showed me some photos from her friend’s shop, including candid photos of customers buying different goods, and explained that she uses the Panamanian cocoa specifically for cooking (garnishes, etc.) I took a photo of the chocolate balls (see below) and promised to visit again.
The next day, I shared some of the chocolate with my co-worker D. She agreed that the chocolate is good as hell. That small seal of approval strengthened my resolve to visit again in a couple of weeks.
No matter where you go, you can find some version of your roots anywhere & join yours to those already planted. Encounters like this make me more curious about the world and how far the roots of my ancestors’ countries stretch around the globe. I can plant my roots anywhere, make a new home, and feel at home. It’s a small world after all.