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Yusuf Mohammed, 18 anni, del Bangladesh accanto a una delle ambulanze della Pubblica Assistenza di Corinaldo (AN) associazione di volontariato che fornisce trasporto e assistenza sanitaria sia díemergenza, LunedÏ 17 Gennaio 2011. Yusuf ha prestato servizio volontario per circa 5 mesi, dalle sei della mattina alle due del pomeriggio, accompagnando e assistendo in ambulanza soprattutto tanti anziani e guadagnandosi piano piano la fiducia e stima dei corinaldesi che si sono abituati a vederlo a fianco dei loro cari. ( Pier Paolo Cito/Save The Children)
Design and printing by Carciofi Designs
the paper is shimmery and the design matches our wedding website from nearlyweds.com. Thankfully I won a contest on offbeatbride.com that awarded me the "wedsite" and 50 matching invitations from Carciofi Designs. I asked Caroline to design some Save the Dates and this is the wonderful outcome! Now I am really looking forward to seeing those invites!
- SAVE THE WORLD -
Haggard from the Battlefield: Bad Company series. This is a reference to one of his lines near the end of Battlefield: Bad Company 2 where he is convinced to stop the Russians from using their new high-tech weapon on the US by being told that if the Russians succeed, there won't be anymore Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, among other things.
Yusuf Mohammed, 18 anni, del Bangladesh accanto a una delle ambulanze della Pubblica Assistenza di Corinaldo (AN) associazione di volontariato che fornisce trasporto e assistenza sanitaria sia díemergenza, LunedÏ 17 Gennaio 2011. Yusuf ha prestato servizio volontario per circa 5 mesi, dalle sei della mattina alle due del pomeriggio, accompagnando e assistendo in ambulanza soprattutto tanti anziani e guadagnandosi piano piano la fiducia e stima dei corinaldesi che si sono abituati a vederlo a fianco dei loro cari. ( Pier Paolo Cito/Save The Children)
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(Olympia, WA - February 26, 2011) SEIU Healthcare 775NW President David Rolf speaking in the rotunda of the Washington State Capitol. ~ Photo by William Wright for SEIU Healthcare 775NW
Thousands of teachers, long-term care workers, nurses, cops, firefighters, public servants and middle class families gathered the state Capitol in Olympia today to show solidarity with Wisconsin. Washington State Patrol estimated the pro-union crowd at 2,500.
A counter-rally organized by the state Republican party drew a much smaller number, with only about 300 showing up.
Between chants of “we will not be divided,” speakers reminded a cheering crowd that Wall Street banks and billionaires are to blame for the economic recession, and Wall Street banks and billionaires should do their part to clean it up.
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For more information, contact Neil Parekh at neil.parekh@seiu775.org at SEIU Healthcare 775NW.
Tacheles is one of the coolest places on the planet. My friend Brian and I came here back in the 90s and we watched a guy shoot flames (with a flame thrower) 50 feet in the air while we sipped our drinks out of mason jars in the backyard. There was all kindsa crazy military art installations and graffiti.
Today, they are in danger of closing. The neighborhood has been gentrifying, and they are fighting to stay - unfortunately, it looks like they are losing the battle.
This guys foot was injured in a parking lot ... they think it might have been run over ... he was turned over to the emergency hospital for treatment, then to Rikki's Refuge. Nothing broken, but foot badly abraded ... he's getting healing treatment and therapy, here swimming in warm water, till he heals, then he'll join the other ducks at Rikki's.
Esto es una «reelaboración» de otra foto mia anterior.
Dedicada a Gabriel Solera. ¡Besos y flores para todos! (y todas...)
This is for the group started by Dimitri Gregorieff
Please see this link : www.flickr.com/photos/savethepelicanorg/479875338/
Savethepelican.org is 100% commited to the
welfare of our pelicans in Florida and beyond. Education is
of most importance along with ongoing efforts to rescue the
injured. Thousands of these magnificent birds die each year
due to entanglement in fishing lines, hooks, and hand outs
of fish carcasses.
NOTE I uploaded this shot for the group "save the pelican.org"
Copied from the group site:
If you love the pelican and are concerned of its welfare, join this group. Share photos and stories of pelicans you have encountered. Make sure to tell your friend of this goup and ask them to join. The pelican is an incredible, prehistoric bird that can live over 30 years in the wild. Unfortunately many are killed due to the encounter with fishermen. They often get tangled up in fishing lines and if not removed immediately they will die. Another very important point that I would like to make is that you should never feed the pelican discarded fish carcasses!! I mean never, never do it.
As she sits, listening to the sermon being given. She is..there's no other way to say it.
Bored.
She is bored and ready to leave. She has gotten nothing out of this sermon.
Yet.
Yet as the sermon comes to a close and people are pulling theirselves up from their seats and kneeling at the altar to wash theirselves of sin, and being covered with GRACE, she stares.
Envious.
She is envious because she hasn't had that feeling of GRACE overcome her, she bows her head.
Bow.
A fellow friend pulls her up, and drags her to the altar. They pray.
Pray.
She tries to pray, but she has nothing to say to GOD, because she doesn't feel His presense.
Presense.
Ever present is the sense of being watched, they go and sit back down and she rests her face in her hands.
Rest.
The rest is history as she begins to listen to the preacher preach in his last attempt to save every damned teen in the room.
"Why are you holding on to it? Just let it go! You're making it harder than it is, feeling that blanket of grace wash over you is what you want! What is it that is holding you back? God wants you. Just let go of all that sin." the preacher coos into the microphone.
Then she feels it. She sniffs. Then she feels It.
The trickle of a tear rolling down her wrist. She cannot stop it now. The MOTIONS set in GEAR.
She tries to hide the fact that she is crying and she has no idea why.
Yet she does.
She knows exactly why.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." It runs through her mind.
She presses her palms into her eyelids, trying to stop the tears, but they are unstoppable. She is waiting, and it is coming.
The hand.
A comforting hand rests upon her back as she's nearly doubled over in tears.
And they come, like a river that was being held back by a dam.
She cries. Oh how she cries. She feels His presense, ever present. Always there. Always knocking. She just never saw nor heard until that moment.
The music starts, the feeling of GRACE is in her and she is no longer envious. She is relieved.
Relieved.
She cries still, sobbing.
Sobbing.
The comforting hand is someone that she never appreciated.
She feels herself being lifted and led to the wooden cross.
A pen and paper are being put in her hand.
"Write what you need to write, just let it out." a shaky comforting voice spills into her eardrums.
The music is loud, but so damn comforting.
She cries and tries to write.
"I need you God. I need to find you." she writes.
Then she stands up with the pride of a woman who wears her tears on her face.
And picks up the hammer. And a nail.
Clok. Clok. Clok.
The repetative banging of the nail being driven into the wood, through the paper she wrote on...
Calms Her.
Calm. GRACE. She is Saved.
She puts down the hammer and leaves the paper there.
Leaves it.
They return to their seats.
And she feels nothing.
But GRACE.
"My chains are gone." The first line of the first verse says. And that's all she can read before breaking down again.
She feels amazing.
She knows what has happened.
She is...
Saved By Grace.
-CVR [me]
~~~
Picture taken by me this past Christmas in New Jersey.