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I love spending time with the kids. I have already taken care of five kids (a 2-year old boy for almost 10 months in 2015 and a 7-year old girl after every summer 2012-2015 for two months, a 4-year old […]
Bonjour, je suis infirmière et sage-femme belge travaillant actuellement à 60 % en hôpital, maman de deux filles de 13 et 16 ans en garde alternée avec le papa, j'ai effectué de nombreux baby-sittings dans ma jeunesse. Je cherche donc à garder […]
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The first woman captain in the Indian Merchant Navy, Captain Menon led a dramatic operation in June 2015 to save the lives of seven people, including a 15-year-old boy, when stormy weather put a fishing boat in peril.
But the storm took its toll on the rescue effort and it was only after three manoeuvres that all six people and the boy could climb the pilot ladder to the safety of the tanker. Once on board, Captain Menon let the fishers use the ship’s phone to call home, while the crew gave them some of their own clothes and SIM cards. “They were in tears. They were all overwhelmed. They said it was a reincarnation for them,” said Menon. She explained how their families, believing they had perished, had already begun to prepare for their funeral.
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Septic arthritis or juvenile idiopathic arthritis – the case of a 2 year old boy
Schreiber-Katz O, Klug C, Thiele S, Schorling E, Zowe J, Reilich P, Nagels KH, Walter MC.
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When Concha came out of her dressing room to see the man, she was shocked to see her ex-husband with a gun. She was so frightened that she hid behind a 16 year old boy, Manuel Aguilar, thinking he would not dare to shoot an innocent person.
All the tickets were sold and it was the talk of the Town; finally the day of the premier arrived. Conchas’ ex-husband, Carlos Verdugo a jealous member of the military, secretly travelled to Almeria to see the Play; it is said he was seen around the Cafeteria Colon. Carlos Verdugo handed in a false card, supposingly belonging to a well known theatre entrepreneur. When Concha came out of her dressing room to see the man, she was shocked to see her ex-husband with a gun. She was so frightened that she hid behind a 16 year old boy, Manuel Aguilar, thinking he would not dare to shoot an innocent person. She was wrong, he fired several shots without stuttering; the spectators were astonished at hearing the shots until Concha fell on the stage and the spectators began to applaud thinking it was part of the Play. Then the young boy, Manuel Aguilar, also appeared wounded and the director of the Play tried to explain what had occurred. Concha was quickly put on the sofa on stage. Verdugo shot himself in the temple, but did not die, he only lost an eye; he was condemned to life sentence; Manuel was taken to the Provincial hospital where he died at dawn.
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Now, we had to survive the next few days after having been overtaken by the Russians. As a not quite 14-year-old boy, I could still roam around rather safely and freely. There was no danger that I would be mistaken for a soldier and imprisoned, and I had no valuables that could be taken from me.
Today is Sunday, June 17, 2007. Father’s Day. Naturally, the obligatory, carefully selected cards, phone calls, and small gifts arrived from the children and grandchildren. Best wishes for Father’s Day were also the first words in the morning from Heidel, my wife of 54 years, although for many years I had made the comment: “I am not your father. ” But, in the frame of my life’s experiences th th in the 20 century, as I intend to summarize them over the next few years, the 17 of June has much deeper significance. This was the day in 1953 when we finally fled from our life of oppression which had lasted 20 years. Two successive dictatorships, one of Hitler and the other of Stalin, caused the most horrific slaughter of civilians and soldiers, eclipsing all prior history. During these first years of my life, I was plainly lucky to survive. After this day, I had a much better chance to experience the freedom needed to lead a life of creativity, satisfaction, and ultimately prosperity, all directed largely by our own decisions. th The 17 of June 1953 was a Wednesday. I stayed in the apartment of my parents in my hometown of Brandenburg, in the German Democratic Republic (GDR), the former Russian occupied zone of Germany. The summer vacation of the Humboldt University in East Berlin, some 40 mi further east, had just started. But, I was alone with my father, “Vati.