@BanreservasRD Que difícil es tener una emergencia con este banco. Tengo 2 horas en el teléfono tratando de reportar un cargo desconocido en mi tarjeta de crédito y nadie responde 😡 necesito asistencia urgente!!!!!
@OleoChannel@Virginich Ayer o hace 100 años sigue siendo un crimen y aunque sea para que les quede el estigma de violadores entre las personas a su alrededor hay que decirlo. Me pareces fuerte. Así que toma esa plataforma que las redes te han dado y dilo con nombre y apellido y denuncia.
@OleoChannel@Virginich Tu trauma afecta que se lo digas a la policía pero no al resto del mundo? Es tu deber cuando haces una acusación pública proceder de manera judicial, aunqueno caigan presos les queda el estigma. Con lo que hiciste solo incitas al odio y le restas credibilidad a otras víctimas.
@OleoChannel@Virginich Es que lo que dices es poco probable. Imagino que les pusiste sus respectivas denuncias para quitar a esos criminales del medio. Si tomas un micrófono para decirlo la denuncia es fácil y ayudarías a otras mujeres. Si es verdad lo que dices espero que busques ayuda y puedas sanar.
@JiminyCriminy_C @Chops_McG13 @klkmanitord@laRepublicaTina Nah, it's not about skin color. Most Dominicans don't want to be mistaken with African Americans. That's why we say we're not blk but dominicans. When you guys talk about blk ppl in the USA, you're not talking about skin color. You're referring to African Americans.
@lubrio@OutOfContextMex No le veo lo interesante a la pedofilia ni tampoco es normal para los que amamos la familia tradiciona 🙃 eso es más de los que apoyan las charlas a niños de 5 y 7 años impartidas por hombres maquillados y con lencería. A esos es que les gusta sexualizar a los niños.
This is my Nana’s coat. My Nana died yesterday.
When someone suffers from a terminal illness, you think you’ll know what to expect when they eventually pass away; you like to imagine that you’ll be somewhat emotionally equipped for it. I was under this impression too, and for the most part I was right. I was composed when I received the message that she had passed, and when I arrived at her house and saw her afterwards, and when the doctor came to verify her death. I was composed when I kissed her forehead for the last time and watched the undertakers carry her away.
I held it together for almost the entire day. It was only as we were getting ready to leave her house that the silliest thing got to me; I caught sight of her coat hanging off the banister. It was the most profoundly forlorn thing I’d ever seen.
It had not been moved since she had placed it there, which was the last time she ever left her house, on Christmas Day last year. It was hung up when she arrived home like it would be on any other day, only it didn’t know that this was the last time it would ever be worn. There was something so hauntingly sad about seeing it hang there in its normal place like it was waiting to be picked up and worn again.
It wasn’t until this moment that I realised she was really gone. It dawned on me that ‘gone’ isn’t some throwaway term or vast black hole by which you can define the absence of someone; it’s the little empty spaces, like a vacant armchair or the slippers by their bed or a redundant coat hanging off the end of the stairs.
‘Gone’ is the half-finished scarf in my Nana’s knitting bag and the packet of jelly babies in her treat cupboard with only half the contents left. ‘Gone’ is the dreadfully trashy subscription magazines on her coffee table which won’t ever get to be read. ‘Gone’ is the hideous 1970’s electric fireplace in her living room that she’ll never switch on again. ‘Gone’ is the watering can sat inside her conservatory, painfully unaware that she won’t be using it to bring her beautiful garden to life this Spring.
When we lose someone, we scan our minds for the most striking memories we have; we look for the big and the brilliant, for the sentimental and the sensational.
In our search for these, we often overlook the charm of the wonderfully ordinary moments in between. I stand in my Nana’s kitchen now and I wish so much that I could just watch her fold her laundry or clean her dishes or make herself a cup of tea – inane, trivial things we take for granted but would kill to experience one more time when it’s all over.
I won’t end this on a patronising, platitudinous, ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’ kinda note. I’ll leave you with something a little more unconventional: appreciate it the next time you see your loved one put on their coat. Savour that second where they’re stood in front of you in the flesh; in glorious living form, touchable and huggable and real. Embrace the image of them cooking or drinking from their favourite mug or smiling as they walk through the front door.
These are the moments that string together each and every existence. These are the moments which punctuate every beautiful, understated day, so hold on to the value of each moment before it becomes a memory. Squeeze it tight in your heart because one day, unbeknownst to you, will be the last time you’ll ever experience it. One day you may just find yourself in the position that I’m in now; standing before an abandoned coat, wishing you could hug the person who was once inside it just one more time.
Until we meet again, Nana x
Credit: Amy Peckham-Driver -facebook.com/amy.peckhamdriver
@Aracely93878047@Emeantigua@PRM_Oficial Debieron demolerla porque nunca sirvio, el mantenimiento no arregla una estructura mal hecha https://t.co/PexQkzSyXr
@lkimika@luisrod1234@Emeantigua El CODIA mando a demoler ese muro en el 1999 porque la estructura no servia y con menos de 1 año ya se habia caido. Debemos dar gracias a Dios que duro tanto y que no colapso un lunes en hora pico. https://t.co/PexQkzSyXr dese ese link..
@triglicerido Porque el dinero rinde mas cuando no se lo estan llevando a manos llenas y se emplea en lo que debe emplearse. En mi pobre pais roba desde la secretaria hasta el director en un puesto del estado. Se postulan para hacerse ricos, no para gobernar. 🥲
@iLuisGM@LinchHernandez@kpininimemes@mulattooscuro Te lo enseñan tus padres. Que te crearon y te mantienen, cuando te inscriben en un colegio cristiano lo hacen tus padres conscientes de lo que hacen. NADIE PUEDE HABLARLE DE ABORTO Y SEXO A MIS HIJOS PEQUEÑOS SIN MI CONSENTIMIENTO. Ahi esta el fallo. Pare para que adoctrines.
@JoanFerrer1@HazimNoelia Igual entiendo que debe quedar a discreción de los padres si quieren permitir que sus hijos sean educados de esa manera. El que pone a su hijo en cologio cristiano sabe lo que le van a impartir.
@JoanFerrer1@HazimNoelia Ahi difiero. Entiendo que el adoctrinamiento instruido al amor al prójimo, la fe y el amor a Dios no le hace daño a nadie. El problema esta en el fanatismo, la exclusión y los excesos que en mi experiencia no lo imparten las escuelas cristianas. Por eso no es lo mismo.
@JoanFerrer1@HazimNoelia No. Durante los 12 años que estudie en un colegio adventista me hablaron del amor de Dios. Si se enseñara educación sexual no fuera un problema. Pero estamos hablando de sexo explicito y los deseos de la carne. Si no puedes ver la diferencia. Eres parte del problema.