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The man from 240
The terrors thatwww.onedoor.cc inhabit the night maybe even more awful in deceitful broad daylight. According to Helen, it all started with a dead cat and a green monster in the garbage chute. And that, according to her, was all due to the neighborhood in which she lived. The neighborhood wasn't exactly known as the best part of town. An unsavory neighborhood to be honest. But apartments were hard to get. She would have loved to live in a beautiful complex, but that wasn't an option right now. When she came home after work in the evening, she always walked very fast, without looking to the left or right, w...
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“Oh, my! Would you look at that?” Mary Thompson said, looking at the line she had just drawn on the door frame where the top of her son’s head had reached, putting her hands on her hips as if taking in a truly magnificent sight. “Look how much you've grown!" “I thought I felt bigger." Adam turned around to look for himself, "And I think I’m getting stronger, too. Look at this.” He pulled up the sleeve of his St. Louis Cardinals t-shirt and flexed his 10-year-old bicep. “Wow!” Mary looked impressed as she felt the muscle, “Big and strong. I can’t believe how fast you’r...
And Counting . . . .
“I always wanted to be a scientist. Ever since I was six years old. I was a precocious reader and had read Childcraft, Volume 11, “Scientists and Inventors” so many times, I had it memorized by six and a half years,” Cynthia (never ‘Cindy’) Abigail Black was telling her therapist. “I would be just like Marie Currie and work with my husband on breakthrough research. It would be so romantic to create new chemicals with a brilliant man.“Then I read about the Radium Girls and decided that chemistry was not as attractive a field as I first thought. And chemicals are toxic and smelly.“I was fascinat...
In my Father's Footsteps
For generations my family has upheld a time honor tradition of service to our country. We have lived up to this legacy for as long as I can remember and it all began with my great grandfather during the First World War and has lasted until my time.This time honor tradition of service to our country is one that I respect with my whole heart. I give thanks everyday to my great grandfather and to all the members of my family for the enduring sacrifices they have made.But I ask the question. Is this the right path for me? Throughout the years I have watched my brothers serve this country with incr...