@DylanoA4 On that note, here's a compilation of prayers from old prayerbooks on the topic of troubling times:
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@InformedNJNurse@DrJoelGator A paste made from bentonite clay and activated charcoal powder is very effective at reducing the itching. It may help detox it as well.
If you’re looking for books for your kid who has already read everything in the school library, try this. It brings up over 600 personal narratives, mostly war and sea adventures, but plenty from women writers. These books will not be woke; they may be terrifyingly real, tho.
I have never been addicted to anything.
I want that on the record before I tell you about H-E-B.
It started at the tortilla counter. A woman in a hairnet looked at me through the steam the way a lighthouse keeper looks at a ship that is clearly about to hit the rocks.
"You want one, mijo? Just came off."
She handed it over in wax paper. It was hot. Not warm. Hot like it had been alive four seconds ago and still had opinions.
I bit it.
Somewhere deep inside me, a small boy who had never been hugged enough sat down on the floor and began to weep.
"Good, huh?" she said, already wiping the counter, as if she had not just rearranged the architecture of my soul.
"...Are there butter ones," I whispered.
She didn't answer. She just smiled, slowly, like a woman who has watched ten thousand men walk up to this counter as strangers and leave as believers.
That was March.
I now know the tortilleria schedule better than my own mother's birthday. My freezer, which once held only ice and regret, now holds forty-eight tortillas. A man in the cereal aisle once leaned over and muttered, "Freeze half," and I nodded like we had been in a war together.
Yesterday she saw me coming from the bakery and had one waiting before I reached the counter.
"There he is."
I have never been addicted to anything.
I just go to H-E-B every day now, because somebody there is expecting me.
If you’re looking for books for your kid who has already read everything in the school library, try this. It brings up over 600 personal narratives, mostly war and sea adventures, but plenty from women writers. These books will not be woke; they may be terrifyingly real, tho.
@TotalRemigrate@johnnyk20001 She could flip the situation by announcing a well funded program to aid entrepreneurs who want to start their own businesses, especially businesses in small towns.
@anthonycabassa@JackPosobiec Bella Dodd’s book is a great high school graduation present. She tells how the Communists chewed her up and spit her out and how the Catholic Church rescued her.
@capeandcowell Chesterton predicted that the British government would import Muslims to overrun the country; he also pointed out that bows and arrows can both be made from trees. The Flying Inn
@sudokuvariante@Jikkyleaks I call that the “always then, never now” search result, containing info about a remedy successfully used for thousands of years and also info on how doctors now strongly caution against its use. Happens a lot when you search herbal medicines.
How my friend became a doctor without even attending high school. (It has to do with living under Chinese anti-capitalist, communist rule under Mao.)
As told to me by my friend:
Her mom was an ob-gyn and her father a university professor. They had fled China, but returned in the late 50s because the government was promising big perks to attract intellectuals back to China.
Once the family returned to China under Mao, it was understood that they were not permitted to leave.
Things were okay for awhile until someone decided that the father, a professor, was not fully behind the Chinese communist ideology. He was imprisoned.
After a few years, the father convinced the communists that he had changed his thinking to the right side, and he was released from prison.
Under the communists, bands of people who seemed kind of like soldiers and wore bands on their arms, would come to the family’s private home and take whatever they wanted. The family’s property was no longer their own.
The mom, a doctor, used to get small gifts of jewelry from parents when she would deliver a baby. She began burying these items in the back yard so the government wouldn’t steal them. Government agents found and dug up some of the jewelry and took it.
Ultimately, the family’s private home was confiscated for the state’s use, except a portion of the second floor where the family was allowed to live.
When she was about 12, someone decided that her parents weren’t fully on board with the communist ideology, and both of her parents were taken away to a labor camp. She and her siblings were left behind. The parents were allowed to visit them once a month.
Meantime, she was sent to some type of education camp— but there was no real schooling or education. The children just learned from a red book of Mao quotations. She said she memorized the whole red book word for word.
She says this is generally termed to be a lost generation, because education collapsed; there wasn’t any school in the normal sense.
Ultimately, when Mao died, her parents were released from work camp. But the country didn’t know how to get back on track from the decades of collapse under Mao, which also included 30 million deaths from a communist-instigated famine.
The society needed doctors and other professionals, but how to get them? For years, people hadn’t attended any real school or gotten any normal education.
So the government allowed people to apply to medical school without even having attended high school. They just had to pass an entrance exam.
My friend studied for the exam and passed it, and got into medical school, and became a doctor —with no high schooling or undergraduate education.
She eventually got sponsored to come to the US, where she practiced her medical career until retiring a couple of years ago.
She can't believe there are people in the US who support socialism and/or communism.
Recently, she gave my daughter something very special: a necklace that had been buried in her back yard all those years ago—that the communists didn’t find. It was one of the gifts given to her mother, the doctor, by a family after a baby delivery.
She believes the jewelry that survived the communists in her family’s possession has a memory and is alive, and is good luck.