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THE first time I catched Tom private I asked him what was his idea, time of the evasion? -- what it was he'd planned to do if the evasion worked all right and he managed to set a nigger free that was already free before? And he said, what he had planned in his head from the start, if we got Jim out all safe, was for us to run him down the river on thenba jerseys raft, and have adventures plumb to the mouth of the river, and then tell him about his being free, and take him back up home on a steamboat, in style, and pay him for his lost time, and write word ahead and get out all the niggers around, and have them waltz him into town with a torchlight procession and a brass-band, and then he would be a hero, and so would we. But I reckoned it was about as well the way it was.

We had Jim out of the chains in no time, and when Aunt Polly and Uncle Silas and Aunt Sally found out how good he helped the doctor nurse Tom, they made a heap of fuss over him, and fixed him up prime, and give him all he wanted to eat, and a good time, and nothing to do. And we had him up to the sick-room, and had a high talk; and Tom give Jim forty dollars for being prisoner for us so patient, and doing it up so good, and Jim was pleased most to death, and busted out, and says:

"DAH, now, Huck, what I tell you? -- what I tell you up dah on Jackson islan'? I TOLE you I got a hairy breas', en what's de sign un it; en I TOLE you I ben rich wunst, en gwineter to be rich AGIN; en it's come true; en heah she is! DAH, now! doan' talk to ME -- signs is SIGNS, mine I tell you; en I knowed jis' 's well 'at I 'uz gwineter be rich agin as I's astannin' heah dis minute!"

And then Tom he talked along and talked along, and says, le's all three slide out of here one of these nights and get an outfit, and go for howling adventures amongst the Injuns, over in the Territory, for a couple of weeks or two; and I says, all right, that suits me, but I ain't got no money for to buy the outfit, and I reckon I couldn't get none from home, because it's likely pap's been back before now, and got it all away from Judge Thatcher and drunk it up.

"No, he hain't," Tom says; "it's all there yet -- six thousand dollars and more; and your pap hain't ever been back since. Hadn't when I come away, anyhow."

Jim says, kind of solemn:

"He ain't a-comin' back no mo', Huck."

I says:

"Why, Jim?"

"Nemmine why, Huck basketball jerseys but he ain't comin' back no mo."

But I kept at him; so at last he says:

"Doan' you 'member de house dat was float'n down de river, en dey wuz a man in dah, kivered up, en I went in en unkivered him and didn' let you come in? Well, den, you kin git yo' money when you wants it, kase dat wuz him."

Tom's most well now, and got his bullet around his neck on a watch-guard for a watch, and is always seeing what time it is, and so there ain't nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I'd a knowednba jerseys for sale what a trouble it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it, and ain't a-going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before.

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Posté le Mardi 09 Mars 2010 01:32



My friend is moving in a month—and not just to a different neighborhood, but to a whole different country! I'm so sad, I can hardly think about anything else. I know you can't make my friend's family stay, but I'm hoping you'll at least have some helpful ideas. —Already Lonely in London

Dear Already Lonely,

The first thing I want to say is—I'm so sorry your friend is moving!

The second thing I want to say is-are you from London, as in London, England? That is so  nba jerseysexciting! Have you ever seen the Queen? Is it true that people there drive on the left side of the road? How big is Big Ben, really?

OK,I guess I should stop asking questions and get back to your letter-which reminds me of how beyond and I was when my friend Elizabeth had to move.

I met Elizabeth in my very first karate空手道 class. I was the only new kid in the class. Everyone else knew a lot of the moves already and had yellow or orange belts.

I had a total beginner's white belt and felt unbearably nervous the whole way through the class. I tried my hardest to follow along, but everything was way harder than I thought it would be.

Afterward, as I was putting on my shoes, I was thinking, There is no way I am ever coming back to karate!

And that's when I met Elizabeth.

"You did great!" I laughed. "I was so clueless无线索的,愚蠢的!"

"That's how I felt at first, too," she said. "If you want, I can help you practice."

"Really?" I said.

"Sure. By the way, I'm Elizabeth." She scribbled on the back of a karate schedule. "Here's my number."

"Wow, that's so nice of you!" I said.

She smiled. "No basketball jerseys problem."

Anyway, to make a long story short, I called her a few days later, and we've been amazing friends ever since.

Now for the sad part. Not very long ago, Elizabeth had to move. Her family still lives in California, but if you know anything about my state, then you know it's gigantic. And I'm not positive about the exact geographic details, but the distance Elizabeth moved was about the same as if she had moved from London to Paris!

"You can't move!" I screamed when she told me the terrible news.

"I know. That's what I told my parents,"she said. "But they said we don' have a choice. We'e moving in with my grandparents, and I guess it'll be way cheaper than where we live now."

"Wait! I have the perfect solution,"I said. "You and your parents can move in with my family! We can share my room, and it'll be like having a sleepover在外过夜 every single night! I' sure my parents will be totally cool with it."

"That would be so great!" said Elizabeth, then she sighed. "I wish we could do that. But there's no way. My parents also want to be closer to my grandparents, so I think we're definitely going."

So Elizabeth and I had to come up with a Plan B. A would have been, we were actually pretty happy about our solution. Here's what we did.

First, we asked my mom to take a picture of us together and help us print it out regular size and teeny-tiny size .

We put the regular photos in special frames that we decorated Forever. I gave me the frame she decorated.

Then, we cut the teeny-tiny picture of us in half. I put the half with Elizabeth's face in my locketnba jerseys for sale necklace, and she put the half with my face in her locket necklace.

So even though Elizabeth lives miles away and I only get to see her once in a while, our Friends Forever picture frames and lockets really do help with the "missing-you" part.

Besides that, our parents let us e-mail sometimes, and we still get to talk and crack up together on the phone now and then偶尔,有时. Also, we love sending each other funny letters and packages filled with goofy傻瓜的,愚笨的 surprises.

So, dear Already Lonely, being separated from your friend doesn't have to be as bad as it seems right now. Photos, letters, phone calls, e-mails, and great memories can really and truly make a friend seem closer than he or she is.

I hope these ideas help. As they say in London, "cheers" to you and your friend! And as I like to say…

Ciao for now,

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Posté le Mardi 02 Mars 2010 01:40



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Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished放逐 to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.  

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure支出,花费 on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.  

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and basketball jerseys said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed "No, Daddy. Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash皮带,束缚 with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite食欲,嗜好 days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it nba jerseys for salewas you-that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle通道,走廊 after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded

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Posté le Mardi 23 Février 2010 03:12



Just how do you behave in that awkwardmoment when the bill arrives at a group meal?

Together we've rifled through the cutlerydrawerextended the hand of respectful friendship to the waiter and decided once and for all that there's no place for flash photography in a temple baseball jerseysof gastronomy, but–in typical British fashion–this series has, thus far, skirted awkwardly around the delicate subject of money.

However much we like to pretend otherwise as we relax into a well-cushioned seat and a glass of wine, at some point the fact becomes unavoidable: eating at a restaurant is a business transaction like any other. We've eaten and drunk our way through commodities that don't come for free, enjoyed (or endured) the service of a host of employees, both front of house and behind the scenes–yet for some reason we find the idea of paying for it all excruciatingEvery one of us, at some time or another, have found ourselves embroiled in a heated, yet determinedly "jovial" argument on the arrival of the bill–"No, no, NO – let ME!" we screech through fixed nba retro jerseysgrins, as we claw at the offending scrap of paper. So what's the most gracious way to avoid a Mrs Doyle-style punch-up over a 75p cuppa?

If you're hosting the meal, and intend to pay for it, the situation is relatively simple–as our old friend Emily Post so sagely(贤能地) opined back in 1922, "For a host to count up the items is suggestive of parsimony(过度节俭,吝啬), while not to look at them is disconcertingly reckless(鲁莽的), and to pay before their faces for what his guests have eaten is embarrassing … Therefore, to avoid this whole transaction(交易,处理), people who have not charge accounts, should order the meal ahead, and at the same time pay for in advance, including the waiter's tip."

Although, in these days of allergies and picky eating, I wouldn't advise ordering ahead, a seemly modern solution is to slip off near the end of the meal as if to the loo, and settle up discreetly while you're away from the table, thus forestalling any protest.

But what if you're (oh dreadful phrase!) splitting the bill? In my experience, people who have hithertoappeared perfectly charming can become monsters on the presentation of the damage. "I only had one drink," they announce in an aggressive tone, eyeballing you in a fashion that leaves no doubt that they are well aware that you have not been so abstemiousAnd when the assorted notes are added up, and fall mysteriously short, it's never them who offer to help make up the extra,Houston Rockets even though you suspect them of having been rather mean in their calculation of their share of the tip.

Unless I know that someone around the table is really hard up, and has chosen accordingly, I favour just splitting the bill equally–after all, everyone had the option of choosing whatever they wanted, and to nitpick about your risotto being cheaper than his steak can spoil the atmosphere remarkably swiftly. Non-drinkers, of course, should be automatically excused the cost of the claret.

If you are trying to save money (and let's face it, if you're going out to dinner, it's probably not a question of being on the poverty line, more that you'd prefer to spend your cash elsewhere), you can do it subtly.

Economists suggest that people are more likely to order extravagantly when they think others will be sharing the cost, so it would be sensible to explain early on (without fuss) that you're on a bit of a budget, so you're only going to have a main course, and then put down what you owe, plus a reasonable tip, as soon as the bill arrives, before anyone can mention splitting it. But unless you're in dire straits, don't be mean about it, and ask for the 50p change you're owed–leave it for the waiter.

What do you think – is splitting the bill friendly or ridiculous? Should we forswear this nonsense and simply pay for what we've ordered, or would we be missing out on an important element of sharing a meal? And, most of all, will anyone admit to taking advantage of their fellow diners when they know they'll all be sharing the cost?

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Posté le Mardi 26 Janvier 2010 02:50



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Posté le Mercredi 20 Janvier 2010 03:16



I suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. And especially if it's given from the heart. When people are talking, there's no need to do anything but receive them. Just take them in. Listen to what they're saying. nba retro jerseys Care about it. Most times caring about it is even more important than understanding it. Most of us don't value ourselves or our love enough to know this. It has taken me along time to believe in the power of simple saying, "I'm so sorry," when someone is in pain. And meaning it.
One of my patients told me that when she tried to tell her story people often interrupted to tell her that they once had something just like that happen to them. Then her pain became a story about themselves. Eventually she stopped talking to most people. It was just too lonely. We connect through listening. When we interrupt what someone is saying to let them know that we understand, we move the focus of attention to ourselves. When we listen, they know we care. Many people with cancer can talk about the relief ,of having someone just listen.

I have even learned to respond to someone crying by just listening. In the old days I used to reach for伸手去拿 the tissues组织,面巾纸 until I realized that passing a person a tissue may be just another way to shut them Houston Rocketsdown, to take them out of their experience of sadness and grief. Now I just listen. When they have cried all they need to cry, they find me there with them.

This simple thing has not been that easy to learn. It certainly went against everything I had been taught since I was very young. I thought people listened only because they were too timid羞怯的,胆小的 to speak or did not know the answer. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well intentioned出于意向的,有企图的 words.

男人不能对女人的哪些方面评头论足?如果你要说一个女生变胖了,那一定会得罪她。这还不算最糟糕的。有一次,我在称赞一个女孩衣服漂亮之后,接着说了句“看起来没花太多钱”,本来想夸她,结果把她弄哭了。看来想讨好女人,这学问可大着呢。

Some work friends and I were recently discussing things that men can not criticize their girlfriends about. It was astounding令人震惊的 how incorrect us guys were when trying to lay out展示,安排 our "rights" in terms of constructive criticism. The women in the office were appalled at被……吓坏Los Angeles Lakerswhat we thought we were allowed to talk about. If I could figure out what I am allowed to criticize and what I should stay away from躲避, I'd avoid arguments and do a better job of hitting on偶然发现,突然想到 girls.

I'm guilty of saying things to women that only their best girlfriends, gay male friends, and moms/sisters are allowed to say. I put together a list below:

Weight

There is no friendly way for a guy to tell a girl that she's put on weight. Even if there was a friendly way, most of the women I've talked to about it said they would not want to hear it from a guy. It seems obvious, but not all guys know this. We polled some of the guys in our office, and the prevailing一般的,普遍的 male opinion was as long as she's your girlfriend, or you've known each other for a while, then you can make weight loss suggestions. I think the best policy is silence. If I'm desperate to make a suggestion, maybe I tell one of her girlfriends to do it on my behalf.

Outfit

I think I'm only allowed to say someone generally looks nice, or I like her shirt or whatever. Getting too detailed or negative gets me in trouble. In fact, I attempted to "add on" to a compliment恭维 I gave a girl once. I told her she looked great, because she had a new outfit装备,用具 on. Now, Chicago Bulls remembering those times I saw my sisters or friends bark back "thanks, and just $30 from Target," I tried to double up on my compliment: "and it looks like you didn't pay much money either." She ended up crying. I've been told by women that they dress more to impress other women anyway, and not guys. Basically, I need to stick to "you look great" and leave it there. And I should probably avoid saying I don't like something a girl is wearing. That can only lead to no good.

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Posté le Mardi 12 Janvier 2010 04:24



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"There is plenty of vaccine for anyone who wants to be vaccinated," said Kris Ehresmann, director of immunizations for the Minnesota Department of Health.

For most of the flu season, vaccine was restricted to high-risk groups, including children, pregnant women and those with underlying health conditions. Since mid-December, when shortages eased, health officials have opened up vaccinations to healthy adults as well.

Next week the Houston Rocketsdepartment will launch its annual "Ban the Bug'' campaign, urging everyone to get flu shots, to coincide with the arrival of big shipments of vaccine.

Ehresmann said this is a good time for children younger than 10 to get the second dose of vaccine that they need to provide full protection against the H1N1 virus.

While influenza illnesses have declined sharply in Minnesota since October, there is still sporadic activity. Four states have widespread flu activity and 13 report regional activity.

It's possible that another wave of H1N1 will occur yet this winter, as could an outbreak of seasonal influenza, which so far has not appeared.

Vaccinations slowed during the two weeks around the holidays. But in mid-December all available vaccine was being used, Ehresmann said. For example, when Olmsted County announced a public flu clinic in mid-December, nba retro jerseysit got 38,000 calls in one week and vaccinated 4,000 people.

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Posté le Mercredi 06 Janvier 2010 01:43


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That is unexpectedly I and the mother last time meets, she one month's later one day of night, calmly left this world, this year, her 62 years old. I often remember last time saw that time mother's situation, she uses warmest gentle one to stroke, frames hers this life in mine life. I pass anHouston Rockets examination pedagogical, returned to the village to move the registered permanent address, the fellow villagers for my collection many money, and has suspended several tables of foods in the elementary school, saw off for me. At the session, the old village head spoke mother's past to me, this was I first time sees mother's background. The old village head said that the mother is originally Linxiang village villagers, the husband dies in the coal shaft, she pulls a son to live difficultly, looked like initially supported me to be the same. On after her son middle school, as a result of the puppyrLos Angeles Lakers love, the result is getting more and more bad, no matter what how she does teach also does not help matters. To finally, she also did not go to the tube, but afterward, was in love with the son that female student sentiment shift, the son also therefore left school, all day spirit absent minded. She thought originally the time one long has been good, but finally one day, this child has threwed into south in the village river, was drown to death. From then on, she becomes wild and crazy, the family does not want, started to walk the village string to store the beggar general life. Until arrived at this village, she comes unexpectedly in here peaceful lower part of the body.

After passing into the county in the one, the mother comes the number of times has then been short, turned several month one time. Is mainly to waste money to me, mother are very difficult to make money, these money, including mine school expense anything, are in the village the human give financial aid. These good people, since I enter that main house gate, they on have not interrupted to our help. sChicago BullsHigh three on semester's one day, had just experienced a test, I and live at school on the one hand on the other hand female schoolmate walks toward the dormitory is discussing the test question. To the dormitory gate sometime ago, discovered unexpectedly the mother stands in there, travel fatigue Piao Po, 30 miles roads, she certainly is also walks on foot. She saw I also have my female schoolmate, fiercely broke through, raises the hand high, has stopped a while, slowly falls on mine face, has stroked gently, that moment, my moral nature surges one kind of huge move. She pulls out volume Qiansai from the bosom to enter in my pocket, also looked at my a while, the corner of the eye has seeped out the tear to come, then turned around. I turned the head to that female schoolmate saying:“this is my mother ......”

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Posté le Mercredi 30 Décembre 2009 02:13


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A father sat at his desk poring over his monthly bills when his young son rushed in and announced,

“Dad, because this is your birthday and you’re 55 years old, I’m going to give you 55 MP3 Players kisses, one for each year!” When the boy started making good on his word, the father exclaimed, “Oh, Andrew, don’t do it now; I’m too busy!”

The youngster immediately fell silent as tears welled up in his big blue eyes. Apologically the father said, “You can finish later.”

The boy said nothing but quietly walked away, disappointment written over his face. That evening the father said, “Come and finish the kisses now, Andrew!” But the boy didn’t respond.

Unfortunately, a few days later after this incident, the boy had an accident and was drowned. His heartbroken father wrote...

“If only I could tell him how much I regret my thoughtless words, and could be assured that he knows how much my heart is aching.”

…Love is a two-way street. Any loving act must be warmly accepted or it will be taken as rejection and can leave a scar. If we are too busyWholesale Mp4 to give and receive love, we are too busy! Nothing is more important than responding with love to the cry for love from those who are near and precious to us. Because... there may be no chance at all as in the case of the little boy...

Most people need to hear those "three little words"- I love you. Once in a while, they hear them just in time.

I met Connie the day she was admitted to the hospice ward, where I worked as a volunteer. Her husband, Bill, stood nervously nearby as she was transferred from the gurney to the hospital bed. Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight against cancer, she was alert and cheerful. We got her settled in. I finished marking hermp4 watches name on all the hospital supplies she would be using, then asked if she needed anything."Oh, yes," she said, "Would you please show me how to use the TV? I enjoy the soaps so much and I don't want to get behind on what's happening." Connie was a romantic. She loved soap operas, romance novels and movies with a good love story. As we became acquainted, she confided how frustrating it was to be married 32 years to a man who often called her "a silly woman".

"Oh, I know Bill loves me," she said, "but he has never been one to say he loves me, or send cards to me."She sighed and looked out the window at the trees in the courtyard. "I’d give anything if he'd say 'I love you,' but it's just not in his nature."

Bill visited Connie every day. In the beginning, he sat next to the bed while she watched the soaps. Later, when she began sleeping more, he paced up and down the hallway outside her room. Soon, when she no longer watched television and had fewer waking moments, I began spending more of my volunteer time with Bill.

He talked about having worked as a carpenter and how he liked to go fishing. He and Connie had no children, but they'd been enjoying retirement by traveling, until Connie got sick. Bill could not express his feelings about the fact that his wife was dying.

One day, over coffee in the cafeteria, I got him on the subject of women and how wewholesale electronics need romance in our lives; how we love to get sentimental1 cards and love letters.

"Do you tell Connie you love her?" I asked (knowing his answer), and he looked at me as if I was crazy.

"I don't have to," he said. "She knows I do!"

"I'm sure she knows," I said, reaching over and touching his hands rough, carpenter's hands that were gripping the cup as if it were the only thing he had to hang onto "but she needs to hear it, Bill. She needs to hear what she has meant to you all these years. Please think about it."

We walked back to Connie"s room. Bill disappeared inside, and I left to visit another patient. Later, I saw Bill sitting by the bed. He was holding Connie's hand as she slept. The date was February 12.

Two days later I walked down the hospice ward at noon. There stood Bill, leaning up against the wall in the hallway, staring at the floor. I already knew from the head nurse that Connie had died at 11 A.M.

When Bill saw me, he allowed himself to come into my arms for a long time. His face was wet with tears and he was trembling. Finally, he leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath.

"I have to say something," he said. "I have to say how good I feel about telling her." He stopped to blow his nose. "I thought a lot about what you said, and this morning I told her how much I loved her... and loved being married to her. You should have seen her smile!"

I went into the room to say my own good bye to Connie. There, on the bedside table, was a large Valentine card from Bill. You know, the sentimental kind that says, "To my wonderful wife... I love you."

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Time is running out for my friend. While we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "We're taking a accessory carsurvey,"she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."

But that's not what I mean at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing  wholesale Cell Phoneswill heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.

I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career,  wholesale productsshe will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.

I want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. The issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same  discount wholesaleabout herself. That her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. She would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.

I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.

My friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then, squeezing my friend's hand, I offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.

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