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Two things we care About, Quality and Customer That’s why we do no not give dealership to others, we setup up our Own selling and distribution warehouse in that particular country and manage the operations in our supervision. At our manufacture unit, we carefully look after our products quality & manufacture them according to health standard. We are the only kitchenware who gives life time guarantee of their products.
Growing up in Rural Nova Scotia
I was born in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. That’s in eastern Canada for those of you who may not know. I lived in a small community nestled between Lunemburg and another, more progressive town called Bridgewater. They were both small towns. Lunenburg was smaller, but more well known because it was the birthplace of the famous schooner depicted on the Canadian dime: the Bluenose. If you were born there you were a bonafide “Bluenoser”
The Carer & His Client
Jim had been a carer for over 10 years. He had worked with many clients that required different types of care. After a few years of experience, Jim decided that he wanted to do respite care. That is when you take those with care needs out and about. Usually to do shopping, or visit a community group or just set out on an adventure to see the countryside.
It was a week before my 19th birthday, and I was getting my first tattoo. There were layers to why I was nervous. 1. It was my first tattoo, I didn't know what to expect. Would I handle the pain okay? Would it heal properly? Would it look good?
The Night Owl
The Night Owl 1/18/2021 for vocal.media Every evening after dinner, I have to go out and shut the barn up for the night. We don’t want things getting in or getting out. In the morning, I have to go out and open ‘em back up before sunrise. I have to feed and clean up poop on a daily basis. Oh, country living! Goats and chickens and a rascally, lovable mule. Basically, I am tied to the barn. We do have a Barn Owl, as do a lot of other people who have barns. She is usually coming or going at the same times as I do my morning and evening chores, but we work opposite shifts.
Post #2 - A project by a Eva Meyer Keller in Chile - Roots from France - Jewish Heritage - Current location: California
We don't remember the days, we remember the moments. - Cesare Pavese
The Magic Foundation is fantastic. This fantastic organization's motto is that Children have a short time to grow and a lifetime to live with the results! Together we are MAGIC! They focus on many disorders to help parents give information to families. The MAGIC Foundation is a charitable non-profit organization created to provide support services for the families of children afflicted with a wide variety of chronic and critical disorders, syndromes, and diseases that affect a child's growth. Those of us who started MAGIC all had children with Growth Hormone Deficiency. Three of us were from Illinois, one from California and the other from Oklahoma. We had our phones going full time, sharing details about our children's medical treatments. We were our self-made support group. Each of us studied, researched, and contacted everyone we could. Little did we realize that our daily calls were the beginning of what would become The MAGIC Foundation one year later. It was a foundation that would help many people around, including myself, after my son Joshua was born in early 2017.
A Love For Stories
As this is my first story writing on Vocal i was lost for a while on what i should write or what would even be allowed. I have ever since i learnt to write a desire to show the world the wonderful stories/ideas that my imagination comes up with. After a number of years and subsequently leaving university i thought i would find all the old little stories i wrote when i was a child and into my teenage years and put them all together in a book. It turned out a bit more difficult than i had anticipated as certainly most of the older stories are barely legible and need to be re-written. With life getting in the way as usual most of this re-writing fell by the way-side. So i am hoping if this story of mine gets published and you are reading this now, i wish to create a series.
Our Adventures at Wormsloe
The timing couldn’t have been worse. My wife had been planning for months to attend a women’s conference in October. What we didn’t realize was that was the same week our kids, Evie (11) and Gideon (8), would have a five-day weekend. What a great opportunity for a family to have learned how to plan a bit better. Yet, with many of the pandemic restrictions still in place, the prospects for a fun-activity packed weekend, seemed bleak.
Story behind a perfect photo
There is something very common these days....looking at other people’s pics and feeling low about our own life. Even if it is for a few minutes this thought comes to mind...”wow look at those smiles, beautiful beach and gorgeous view, these people are so lucky”
Una Mama Luchadora
As a child, I always found my mother to be extremely tough and impatient. I never quite understood how people could stress themselves so much, they begin to reach their breaking point. I have grown up hearing my mother crying in the bathroom shower from people who criticized and have taken advantage of her. Her story begins in Oaxaca, Mexico. Her mother was a strong and independent woman who had to take care of two children all by herself when her husband was murdered. She spent more hours working than with her own children. At one point, she knew she needed the help of her mother to take care of my mom and uncle. Latinos tend to favor a male son in comparison to a female. My mom was abused physically by her grandmother because she saw her granddaughter as an imbecile compared to her wonderful grandson. Fast forward to the point where my mom (Irma) turned 15 years old, whom immigrated to California with her aunt. Irma had to learn at a young age that she had to work for what she wanted, in order to be able to survive. She was able to do so as a nanny, house keeper, and an assistant. She later on married my dad, who took advantage of her, physically and emotionally. Although I was not born at this time, I’ve grown up hearing horrible stories about the brutal beatings my mom went through, all because she wanted to avoid her children being hurt at such a young age, just like she experienced growing up. For those asking themselves, why didn’t she just leave? I’ve asked her the same question for years, my father followed her wherever she went. He was great friends with the police in the area they lived in. Years of torments and being ridiculed all so she could say that her children had a father, unlike her. Throughout those years, my father never helped her get her papers, he knew that she would escape him, so instead he kept her as his own prisoner whom he enjoyed tormenting mentally. The story till this day is still unclear as to how she was able to separate from him but, she was lucky to work for a family who helped her get her papers, taught her English and how to be able to handle her money in order to buy herself a home. This is where I come to play in the story, she gave birth to me at the age of 40 years old. By this time, her main motive was to start anew and raise a child in the house she bought by herself. Surprise, surprise, she was able to do so, thanks to her bosses who taught her how to save her money responsibly. It’s been over 22 years, we still live in the same house she fought so hard to have. Since then, my mom became one of the first construction workers at her school, while being a caring nanny.
How Can I Get My Family to Support Me?
Hi! My name is Ruth. I am a single mother of one. I am currently pregnant with another baby girl on the way due by November 25th. Two years ago, I started a YouTube channel where I talk about becoming a mother, having a small child, and the problem I face as a new mother and a first time mother, as well as being a single mother.