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Why Do I Write So Strange?
Help Change The World by Voting for Mr. Health and Fitness 2024! Read to the End to see How this Impacts The World! --- If you look at any of my Articles, you will notice something Consistently that is very Strange.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM2 years ago in Journal
From Vision to Reality:
On March 20, 2024, The atmosphere at the Civil Hospital was buzzing with excitement and pride. This was the day we inaugurated the new Stroke Unit ICU in 5D and 6D wards of New Civil Hospital, Surat., we took a significant step forward in our mission to provide better care for stroke patients. I, Kinjal, had been deeply involved in this project and was thrilled to see it come to fruition. The effort put in by everyone, especially Dr. Paresh Zanzmera, our Principal Investigator, Dr Amit Gamit, our Co-Principal Investigator, Shobhana Chaudhari, our data entry operator, and nursing staff from 5d and 6d, especially my beloved Aruna sister (in-charge) and HOD of medicine Dr KN Bhatt, the Dean, Dr Ragini Verma of the hospital, the Superintendent, and the RMO, was truly remarkable.
By Dr. Kinjal Shah2 years ago in Journal
Free Yourself
There is no ill feeling quite like bitterness. We have all been there before. Someone wronged us, did us dirty, left us hanging, or betrayed us. The pain often stays with us for awhile, reverberating throughout our daily lives and follows us into the future. When our pain over the actions of another has stayed with us this much we’ve found our way into a web of bitterness. Often times that bitterness makes us want to seek vengeance, but we need to talk about why holding on to bitterness and a list for vengeance is fruitless and a waste of time.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Journal
Finding Ways To Multiply Success. Top Story - June 2024.
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By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM2 years ago in Journal
The little village with a big heart
Nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests, lay the quaint village of Bramblewood. This little village, with its cobblestone streets and charming cottages, was known far and wide not just for its scenic beauty but for the warmth of its residents. In Bramblewood, kindness wasn't just an occasional act; it was a way of life.At the heart of Bramblewood was a small bakery owned by Mrs. Eleanor Harper, a widow with a heart as warm as her freshly baked bread. Eleanor's late husband, Henry, had built the bakery from the ground up, and after his passing, the villagers rallied around Eleanor, ensuring that she never felt alone. Every morning, as the first light of dawn kissed the village, the aroma of Eleanor’s baking wafted through the air, drawing people in for their daily bread and a dose of her infectious smile.One frosty December morning, Eleanor noticed a newcomer sitting on the bench outside her bakery. The young woman, clad in a worn-out coat, looked tired and lost. Eleanor, with her innate kindness, brought out a steaming cup of cocoa and a freshly baked pastry.“Good morning, dear. You look like you could use something warm,” she said, handing the treats to the stranger.The woman looked up, tears brimming in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m Lily. I just moved here, hoping for a fresh start.”Eleanor’s heart swelled with compassion. “Welcome to Bramblewood, Lily. This village has a way of taking care of its own. Come inside, warm up, and tell me your story.”As the days passed, Lily’s story unfolded. She had left a turbulent life in the city, seeking peace and a new beginning. The villagers, with their big hearts, welcomed her with open arms. They helped her find a small cottage to rent, and soon, Lily became a familiar face in the village. She started working at the bakery, learning the trade from Eleanor and bringing her own touch to the pastries.One day, as winter tightened its grip on Bramblewood, a fierce storm swept through the valley. The snow piled high, cutting off the village from the outside world. But in Bramblewood, no one was ever truly isolated. The villagers banded together, shoveling paths, sharing firewood, and ensuring everyone was safe and warm.Eleanor, despite her age, was out in the snow, delivering bread to those who couldn’t make it to the bakery. On one such trip, she slipped on the icy path and fell. Lily, who had grown incredibly fond of Eleanor, found her and quickly helped her back home. Eleanor’s ankle was badly sprained, rendering her unable to bake.Word of Eleanor’s injury spread quickly through the village. Without a second thought, the villagers came together to keep the bakery running. Under Lily’s guidance, they mixed dough, rolled pastries, and kept the ovens firing. What could have been a disaster turned into a heartwarming display of community spirit.As the storm raged outside, the bakery became a beacon of warmth and light. Families gathered, sharing stories and laughter. The air was filled with the scent of fresh bread and the sound of music as local musicians played tunes that brought smiles to every face.In the midst of this, Lily realized she had found not just a place to live, but a true home. The villagers, with their unwavering support and kindness, had given her a sense of belonging she had never known before. Tears of gratitude filled her eyes as she watched children play, couples dance, and friends share heartfelt conversations.One evening, as the storm began to subside, the villagers gathered for a special celebration at the bakery. They wanted to honor Eleanor for her unwavering kindness and Lily for her resilience and hard work. The small bakery was filled to the brim with people, their faces aglow with happiness.Eleanor, sitting with her leg propped up, looked around at her beloved village. “I’m so proud of all of you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “This place, these people—you are what makes Bramblewood special. You’ve shown me that together, we can weather any storm.”Lily stepped forward, holding a beautifully decorated cake. “This is for you, Eleanor. You’ve taught me what it means to be part of a community, to give and receive love and kindness. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to call home.”As the villagers cheered and shared slices of cake, a deep sense of joy and gratitude filled the room. The storm outside had brought them closer, strengthening the bonds that made Bramblewood so unique.In the months that followed, Lily and Eleanor continued to run the bakery together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The village of Bramblewood, with its big heart, continued to thrive, a shining example of the power of kindness and community. And whenever a newcomer arrived, they were welcomed with open arms, just as Lily had been, ensuring that the spirit of Bramblewood lived on.The little village with a big heart had proven that no matter how fierce the storm, the warmth of kindness and community could light the way to unexpected joy.
By William Okwuosa2 years ago in Journal
Stories of family in the Merkado
Rowena Tibay, a strong mother The stench of fish and its scales that Rowena Tibay, 55, sells every day at Antipolo City's lumang palengke or wet market is nothing new to her. To her, all of these things are insignificant compared to what she must do to support her three children who are still studying.
By Camille Dellosa2 years ago in Journal
The Easiest Way To Win The Game Of Business
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By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM2 years ago in Journal
What Incident Changed Your Life?
Surat, the diamond capital of India, has always been a city of contrasts. Glittering wealth is juxtaposed with the toil of the workers who cut and polish those precious stones. It was within this milieu that Jaydeep’s story unfolded, a tale of resilience and familial sacrifice that would shape his character and future. On August 12, 2003, the eve of his 11th birthday, Jaydeep lay under a blanket, eagerly anticipating the celebrations the next day. Birthdays meant chocolates shared with classmates, a rare treat that filled him with joy. But that night, as he drifted towards sleep, an unexpected conversation between his parents altered his world. Jaydeep’s father, once a skilled diamond worker, had been laid off from his job four to five months prior. The glittering industry was not without its shadows, and the workers often bore the brunt of economic downturns and management whims. In the face of unemployment, his father had turned to selling chocolates to shopkeepers, pedaling through the streets on a bicycle from dawn till dusk. “Tomorrow is Jaydeep’s birthday. So give me a bag of chocolates,” his mother said, her voice carrying a mix of hope and resignation. “I can give you but…” his father hesitated. “But what?” his mother pressed. “One bag of chocolates will cost me my one week’s earnings.” Silence hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Then, his mother began to cry. Listening from his bed, Jaydeep felt a rush of emotions he could barely understand. The stark reality that his father’s entire week’s earnings equated to a single bag of chocolates was a revelation that shook him deeply. His school fee was 90 rupees, a sum that now seemed colossal against his father’s meager earnings. Unable to sleep, Jaydeep cried quietly under his blanket, the weight of his family’s financial struggles pressing down on his young shoulders. This moment marked a turning point in his life, instilling in him a premature sense of responsibility and a deep empathy for his father’s hardships. Determined to contribute, Jaydeep took a job at a local vadapav shop, washing dishes for 10 rupees a day. The work was arduous, but the knowledge that he could cover his school fees in nine days filled him with a sense of purpose and relief. This experience not only helped alleviate some of the financial burdens but also taught him the value of hard work and money. Over the years, Jaydeep and his father often clashed, their opinions differing on many matters. Yet, Jaydeep always deferred to his father’s judgment, acknowledging the sacrifices he had made for the family. This respect was rooted in a profound understanding of his father’s dedication and relentless efforts to provide for them. The lessons Jaydeep learned from those difficult days stayed with him. He never took change from small vendors or rickshaw drivers after evening, aware of the struggles they faced. He avoided celebrating his birthday, preferring to use the money to help those in need. Food wastage was anathema to him; he ate whatever was on his plate without complaint, knowing the pangs of hunger some families endured. Even as Jaydeep’s circumstances improved, his early experiences continued to influence his actions. He booked AC train and flight tickets for his family, ensuring their comfort, but he chose to travel in sleeper and general classes whenever possible. This was not just about frugality; it was a reminder of his journey and the importance of humility and empathy. For many, these might seem like small, inconsequential acts. But for Jaydeep, they were daily affirmations of the values instilled in him during those formative years. They were reflections of a maturity forged in the crucible of hardship, a testament to the enduring impact of a father’s sacrifice and a mother’s tears. In the bustling city of Surat, amidst the sparkle of diamonds, Jaydeep’s story shines as a beacon of resilience and the profound love that binds a family together. His journey from a child who cried over the cost of chocolates to a man who values every rupee is a poignant reminder of the power of adversity to shape character and destiny.Start writing...
By Stesha Chichi2 years ago in Journal
