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Japan Help
These bears that were created by Linden Labs to help in aiding the Japanese People! Take a photo of you with your bear and post it...let's see how many photos we can post to show our support! They are affordable at different prices : L$300, L$1,000 and L$3,000. Click on the website link below and it will take you right to them!
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/73551?id=73551
Initiative created in Koinup
Fellow customisers!
What kind of chalks do you use? Some of you get such an amazing vibrant colours. Whereas my Rembrants seem to have zero pigment :(
Recommend a brand! Or give me tips!
Thanks!
ご注意ください
HELP JAPANの名前を語った不審な行為、募金集め等にはご注意ください
当敷地周辺での募金活動など紛らわしい行為もご遠慮ください
また募金や販売物に対してお支払いの際は、支払先がHelpjapan Resident
もしくは作品の制作者であることを十分ご確認のうえお支払いください
attention
Please care about suspicious action and fund-raising activity, which uses our foundation name: HelpJapan
please do not a confusing act like the our campaign around this land aria.
And please also check the payment recipient before you buy a item or donate.
HELP! JAPAN EVENT
I am selling Japan Relief stickers—I will donate 100% of the proceeds to The Canadian Red Cross’s Japan Earthquake/Asia-Pacific Tsunami fund.
Please let me know if you'd like to buy or help me sell these stickers!
Email me at jackmanchiu@gmail.com for more info, thanks!
Kitten Natividad visits Candace Kita on Hottie Help. Today's topic is car emergency safety for women. To hear an archived podcast of this episode go to www.latalkradio.com.
I’m writing this and I apologize for any inconvenient words that might mess up my sentences. If you are an English teacher, please give me a failing grade, and I won’t even complain. I never learned how to write m y words correctly. I’m so bad with dealing all these words anyways. How do I get them from out of my head on to anything in order to remember them? I’m a small girl, I know. I’m a nineteen and a half year old small girl, who has as too many insecurities as you or more, but tries to forget about them. Just take in a deep breath Bailey, take in a breath of water and swim away. I’d drown in the air if I could. This place I live in is considered to be a town I look at it as a box with too many drunk drugged out people I don’t understand the reasoning of my presence in this box. The sides are getting soggy and tearing from those careless freaks. There’s these people I know, so many people now. Older and younger people I am surrounded by. They all expect me to fix their unhappiness. Am I the only one person in the box that can produce happiness without anyone else’s help? Do you think I’m out there searching for the answer the key to my own happiness? I’m walking around observing the faces on people picking them apart in all the best ways I can, I hate how so many people hate themselves. I get nothing in return from all the good I think of for you people. Maybe I have forgotten to do something with them thoughts, you people I’m sorry I’ve never told you what I love about you. I’d like to laugh at myself real quick. I love to find the things I love about you. I love all these people with too many problems. Why don’t you take a breath like me? Instead of puffing on that cigarette, you’re just asking for a way to make you feel more like a piece of dirt, and invent a new problem to complain about. If you want to be dirt, I’ll kick you just like I always do to dirty dirt. I’ll never like it. But anyways, I hope some of you can excuse me for being absent at times. Remember, my size so small and fragile… but have you seen my mind? I have to pay attention to what my mind is showing me some days, because some days it’s so overwhelming I can’t hear or see. Which makes it difficult to fix you people, I’m sorry. Call me selfish. I’m usually off discovering my world on my own. As much as I love returning the favor of a friendship I feel robbed in that category most of the times. It makes me want to leave, fly get the hell away from you people who I care so damn much about. I care so little about money it makes people stingy and this will never go away. I can’t worry about a number. I hate the word society because it reminds me of my father, always telling me what to do, but let me tell you I do not hate my father in anyway. Why can’t I just sit here and figure something out to do by myself? I’m not complaining about anything. I’m trying to get something out of my head that’s been loitering around for a little too long. I’ve been meeting these people who all hold an invisible sign across their faces. I read them and sit and think so hard about the words their signs say. I put together these puzzles. Only, never finishing the piece I’m too forgetful. I hate games, someone always has to lose. I realized how many people are digging a deep hole in a dark room, trying to fall in love. My hole is only a foot deep, and I quit digging… I can’t see in there. Maybe digging holes just aren’t for me. I collect your little cookies that you give to me through the small mouse hole of the transparent wall separating you from me. I’m observing every second I get holding it inside my mouth so my brain can get a better view. Eventually I’ll spit everything out. I just need to keep observing, tasting but staying behind this wall… I’ve been hurt before and denied I have a heart. I have everything you do, except everything I have is kept in a smaller box. I'm waiting but my mind is focused on other things, bigger things.
looked cool on black, i thought......
note: i am not responsible for any drool-damaged keyboards, as a result of viewing this...
W126 Mercedes S-Class which has seen better days. With thanks to Zender or whichever genius tuner helped accomplish this.
Na vijf jaar is onze hulp een andere uitdaging aangegaan. We hebben het nu een paar maanden samen geprobeerd, maar met onze werkzaamheden en alle leuke dingen die het leven zo te bieden heeft, hebben we vanmiddag besloten een "advertentie" te maken. Dit is er een van, maar wordt 'm trouwens niet. Het zwarte balkje wordt uiteraard verwijderd ;-)
DAg350/366
we are looking for a new domestic help. We tried to do it our own, but with our work and other things it is hard, well it becomes a mess ;-) So we decided to make an "advertisement" to send by email. This is one of the pictures we made, but not the final one.
"THE HELP"..Costume Design Photography.TH-156R - ..Jessica Chastain stars as Celia Foote and Mike Vogel stars as Johnny Foote. Two-time Academy Award¨ nominee Sharen Davis designed the costumes for DreamWorks PicturesÕ ÒThe Help,Ó using color palettes and fabric textures of the period to recreate the style and fashion of the early 1960s. ..Ph: Dale Robinette..©DreamWorks II Distribution Co., LLC. ÊAll Rights Reserved...
A short story for you.
Friday June 5th, 2009
Girl wakes up at 4 am with intention of getting a good and early start into the big city of Chicago. She doesn't feel that great and has a bit of an allergy headache. She feels pretty exhausted and for once in her life makes the prudent decision to stay home and sleep. There will always be another fun sale.
I wish this was the end of the story. Girl makes normal decision....the end. But no. Girl wakes up again at 7 am feeling groggy and sluggish. She decides to take advantage of the fact that she is home for the day and starts doing some online work that needs attending to. She can't keep her mind off the fact that there was a sale that sounded really great. It was only an hour away and its mere existence was tormenting her. This would be a good time to mention that she is easily tormented. One time she was so tormented by a bag of mini snicker bars designated for trick or treaters that she squelched the torment by eating 3/4 of the bag and literally put herself into some kind of bad bad sugar coma. To this day she can't look a snickers in the face without feeling sick to her stomach.
I digressed. Flash forward 4 hours. Girl decides at 11 am to give in to her mental torment and drive an hour east to a couple of estate sales. Her handy GPS guides her there easily and she finds a spot to park her cumbersome van. She hops down and starts the block long walk to the sale. She was noticing how cute and old the house looked when disaster struck.
One minute blissful thoughts of the approaching sale and the next pure terror because girl realized mid-fall that this accident was going to be a doozie. You know how sometimes when you fall you know it's not going to be too bad? Like....no problem I'm going to fall and then somersault right out of it. Kind of all Mary Katherine Gallagher from SNL like. Well this was not that time.
This time girl hit a six inch break in the sidewalk conveniently located right in front of the sale and she went flying into the air. When she realized that her face was going to hit first she stuck her left hand out quickly to try to save the teeth.
OUCH, HOLY BANANAS, JIMINEY JONES, FUDD RUCKERS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WILL SOMEONE HELP ME !!!!!!
As the poor klutzy girl with good intentions but a pre-disposition to disaster lay on the ground in agony moaning and whimpering out loud she managed to lift her head off the ground. She was half looking out for help and half checking for witnesses to this completely humiliating experience. She looked over about 20 feet away and saw two ladies looking at her on the ground. She saw one of them hesitate briefly and then they both got in the car and drove away. Girl lost faith in humanity.
After about two minutes on the ground the girl manages to get herself upright but was in severe pain and very shaky. She could not put any weight on the left arm without verbally expressing pain.
She was an hour from home. She was in agonizing pain. She was depressed because no one came to her aid. What do you do in those circumstances??? You go shopping!
This might be where girl differentiates herself from most of the rest of the world. She isn't prone to doing the most obvious things. Or the safest things. Some in her circle get so mad at her that they hang up the phone on her in disgust when she tells them what happened while inside the estate sale (hi bob)
In defense of the girl....she had driven an hour to go to this sale and she really didn't know the full extent of her injury. She figured the pain would go away and heck she still had one good arm and you can shop with one arm...right? So shop she did. Picture this. 42 yr old girl half hunched over with pebbles stuck to her shirt walking around visibly wincing every couple of seconds with her arm nestled up to her belly to try to create a human sling. She literally could not move the left arm so that made carrying things around interesting. She found a laundry basket which she filled and then dragged with the good arm. What other people thought of her she had no idea. And I kind of think she really didn't care either. She's like that.
About a half hour into the sale girl ran into super kind lady acquaintance named Sue and her lovely teen daughter. She told them what happened and they insisted on helping her carry her goods to the car. Her faith in humanity was restored.
After angering husband by not having driven immediately to a hospital girl decides that now that she is done shopping she will drive the hour back to DeKalb for some xrays. Girl knows that something is wrong because everytime she moves her arm an inch cuss words (not of the Disney type) come flying out of her mouth involuntarily.
Oh if you could have seen girl trying to hoist herself into her really big van with her really short legs and her one good arm I guarantee you might have laughed yourself silly. If it didn't hurt so bad trying to get in the girl would have gotten the biggest laugh herself.
Drive home was painful for girl. One handed driving in a tin can of a bumpy as heck piece of junk van.....not fun. Get's all checked in for some medical assistance and they tell her she has a fever and her blood pressure is high. She finds out both can be caused by pain. Then really nice nurse tells her that her fingers are about to explode like over boiled sausages and we need to get those wedding rings off immediately. Ut oh.
The next part truly was the most painful part of the whole day. Nice and funny nurse had to take the bad finger attached to the can't move it an inch without screaming arm and put it over the sink to try to get the rings off. Girl told her it wouldn't happen....but she wanted to give it a try. She began by pouring baby oil over the rings and then started to pull and twist and yank and tug and twist and pull and holy mother of all things good and kind what the heck was she trying to do to the girl? She had her head laying on the counter and she wasn't exactly crying but whimpering like an injured puppy might not be too far off. Girl finally called uncle and said lets just cut them off. Nurse agreed that they would not come off without doing so.
She was way more upset than girl about cutting off rings. Girl comforted nurse and told her that husband was way more important than rings. Rings could be replaced. Husband or finger.....not so much. Nurse tried to make girl feel better by suggesting girl work this into an upgrade in diamonds. Girl liked her spunk.
By now girl's husband (who was still on her poop list for hanging up on her earlier) had arrived. Just in time to witness the sawing off of the rings he had picked out for her almost twenty years earlier. I don't think he liked it too well but girl was cracking jokes to keep everyone else at ease. That is what girl does in her family. Not only do the rings get sawed off but then they get wrenched and mangled with pliers to remove them. Good times.
Two sets of xrays plus one tetanus shot later girl was informed that she had a fractured elbow. Girl wants you all to know that a fractured elbow hurts like a son of a gun. She also wants you to know that typing this "short" story with one hand took forever but what else would she do with herself while she is supposed to be doing nothing other than relaxing.
Girl is now reflecting on the fact that if you wake up feeling kind of crummy and exhausted maybe it is the universe trying to tell you ....hey stay in bed today. You'll be happy you did.
We all make mistakes and don't always listen to our inner voice of reason. Girl is no exception. She has a broken elbow and mangled wedding rings to prove it.
A pair of helpers shove on the rear of an eastbound intermodal train as it heads into Allegheny Tunnel in Gallitzin, PA.
Looking for some design guys out there that might be able to help me using Illustrator. I'm trying the to convert a file that was done in RGB into CMYK values...any help would be most appreciated!!! If you'd like to help, please FM me! Thanks!!!
The small town of Helper, Utah grew as a mining and railroad town. The name Helper came from the extra engines which helped to push heavy rail cars full of coal uphill to the west. Helper was always a rough and tumble town and at one time had 17 brothels and 33 bars, all for a population which never exceeded a few thousand. Helper was wide open with a dozen good-sized hotels, each offering upstairs brothels and gaming activities.
The Avalon Hotel stands as one of the survivors of that history.
www.utahstories.com/2010/10/helper%E2%80%99s-brothel-mini...
utahstories.blogspot.com/2012/06/helper-utah-meet-clamper...
A soldier is pictured wearing a 'Help for Heroes' charity band on his wrist during desert training in Jordan.
Members of 4 Mechanised Brigade’s Brigade Reconnaissance Force (4 Bde BRF) took part in Exercise Jordan Express. The exercise in the south of Jordan was based in the desert and was intended to prepare the BRF in readiness for a future deployment to Afghanistan.
Over 120 troops took part in the exercise which lasted approximately 4 weeks and involved various Mission Specific Training (MST) in readiness for their deployment in 2010. The arduous and demanding exercise involved several range packages, mines awareness training, physical training, reconnaissance training and signals training, as well as more conventional infantry training.
4 Bde are based in Catterick, North Yorkshire, and are due to replace 11 Bde in March/April 2010 for Herrick 12. This will be 4 Bde’s first tour of Afghanistan, they will be lead by Brigade Commander Brigadier Richard Felton.
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I need help on what kind of molds I should buy for my minifigures! I want to start to use molds so if you know of any molds that I can purchase that doesn't require any heating up that would be great!
The annual truck convoy progressing through Dunstable on 8 June, from Flamstead to Billington Showground. It took nearly twenty minutes to pass and this is just a minutes worth. There were a number of older trucks this year and I will weed out some stills in due course.
Ex Cavendish Dennis Dart T553HNH is seen in the Stagecoach Depot in Farlington Portsmouth, this vehicle is used on the free conecting service between Tesco & Havant Town Centre, it would appear that Emsworth & District have now taken over this contract !
HELP CHILDREN Positive, HIV/AIDS in Bahia ,Brasil
This children need support or DIED
86 AMIGOS do FLICKR FotografandoVIDA ,
AJUDE A AJUDAR COM O SEU OLHAR
Ayuda a ayudar con tu mirar
HELP AIDS CHILDREN in Bahia,Brasil, HIV POSITIVE, need support or died
CNPJ 07.852.787/0001-69
ABRACE ESTA CAUSA
FOTOS PARA A VIDA
FACA um donativo e coloque uma fotografia sua ajudando a campanha a CRESCER
A sua doação, podem salvar vidas de crianças com HIV-AIDS em Salvador-Bahia-Brasil
Poste sua foto e faça sua doação:
Instituição Assistêncial Beneficente Conceição Macedo
País: Brasil
Banco: Banco do Brasil
N. do Banco: 001
Agência: 0904-0
Conta corrente: 254.651-5
Código SWIFT: BRASBRRJSDR
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Instituição Beneficente Conceição Macedo
Cuidando de crianças com AIDS
Rua Santa Veruza, 108 – Pernambués
Salvador da Bahia
Bahia
Brasil
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HELP AIDS CHILDREN in Bahia,Brasil, HIV POSITIVE, need support or died
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86 FotografandoVIDA, na campanha "AJUDE a Abraçar com o seu OLHAR)
TEXTO DO ERNANIB:
Há o tempo de plantar e o tempo de colher. Todos nós temos presa para viver, nunca de morrer. Temos tempo para a internet, para um amigo, para brincar, para trabalhar, mas nunca temos tempo para parar e ajudar. Temos tempo para ver TV, ler jornais, um bom livro, mas nunca tempo para ler um pedido de ajuda.
Mas há quem não tem mais tempo. Quem não teve tempo de plantar. Quem mal tem tempo para brincar. Quem mal vai ter tempo de dizer: “Eu te amo mamãe, papai!!!”. Porque em algum lugar alguém não teve tempo para parar e ler essa mensagem, para procurar saber do que se tratava, sobre quem se estava falando, de procurar saber como poderia ajudar; já que quem deveria ajudar não acha tempo para isso, porque não acha importante, porque é um investimento que não tem retorno no curto espaço de tempo ou porque acha que seu tempo é valioso demais para gastar com quem não tem tanto tempo de vida assim.
Pare um momento. Procure se informar, ler, ajudar. Quem já conta os segundos para a despedida final vai agradecer de coração por esses poucos instantes de tempo, que você dedicou a elas.
Não deixe que o relógio das vidas delas pare só porque você não queria perder tempo. Ajude!!! Divulge!!! Dê corda nesses pequenos relógios de vida.
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There is a time for planting and a time for harvesting. We are all in a hurry to live, not to die.We have time for internet, for friends, for playing, for working and we never have time to stop and help others. We have time for watching TV, reading the papers or a good book but we never have time for reading a message asking for help.
But there are the ones who don’t have any more time to lose. The ones who didn’t have time to plant. That barely have time to play. That won’t have time to say “I love you, mom, dad”. Because someone, somewhere didn’t have time to read this message, to try to know what it means, to try to know how to help. Because many times who could help don’t have the time, because it’s not an investment with short term interest or because thinks its time is too valuable to spend with somenone who doesn’t have that much time.
Stop for a moment.Try to read and get informed. The children that are about to say their goodbyes to life will be thankful for these few moments you took to help them.. Don’t let their life clocks stop just because you didn’t want to waste your time. Help them! Spread the word! Wind up these little life clocks
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Hay momentos para sembrar, y otros para recoger la cosecha. Todos tenemos tiempo para vivir, nunca para morir. Tenemos tiempo para Internet, para un amigo, para jugar, para trabajar, pero nunca tenemos tiempo para detenernos y ayudar. Tenemos tiempo para ver Tele, leer periódicos, un buen libro, pero nunca tiempo para leer un pedido de ayuda.
Pero hay quienes ya no tienen más tiempo. Quien no tuvo tiempo para sembrar. Que apenas tiene tiempo para jugar, y que quizás tampoco no va a tener tiempo para decir "Yo te amo mamá! papá!
Porque en algún lugar alguien no tuvo tiempo para detenerse a leer este mensaje, para tratar de entender de qué se trataba, de quién se estaba hablando, de entender cómo se podía ayudar; ya que quien debería ajudar no consigue tiempo para esto, porque no lo considera importante, porque es una inversión que no tiene retorno en un corto espacio de tiempo o porque cree que su tiempo es mucho más valioso como para gastarlo con quien no tiene tanto tiempo de vida.
Detente un momento. Procura Informarte, leer, ayudar.
Quienes cuentan los segundos para la despedida final van agradecer de corazón por ese gesto, por haber leido éstas líneas.
No dejes que el reloj de la vida de esas personas pare porque no querías perder tiempo.
Ayuda! Divulga! Dale cuerda a esas pequeñas manecillas del reloj de la vida!
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FRENCH
AIDEZ LES ENFANTS séropositifs à Bahia, au Brésilè
Sans aide, ces enfants vont MOURIR
Il y a un temps pour planter et un temps pour récolter. Nous nous dépêchons tous de vivre, pas de mourir. Nous trouvons du temps pour l’Internet, pour nos amis, pour nous amuser, pour travailler mais jamais pour nous arrêter un instant et aider les autres. Nous trouvons le temps de regarder la télévision, de lire les journaux ou un bon livre mais jamais de lire un appel à l’aide.
Mais il y a ceux qui n’ont plus de temps à perdre. Ceux qui n’ont pas eu le temps de planter. Qui ont à peine le temps de jouer. Qui n’auront pas le temps de dire « Je vous aime, maman, papa » parce que quelqu’un, quelque part n’aura pas eu le temps de lire ce message, d’essayer de comprendre sa signification, de voir comment aider. Parce que beaucoup de gens qui pourraient aider n’ont pas le temps, parce que ce n’est pas un investissement rentable à court terme ou parce qu’ils pensent que leur temps est trop précieux pour le consacrer à des gens qui n’en ont plus pour longtemps.
Arrêtez-vous un instant. Essayez de lire, de vous informer. Les enfants qui sont sur le point de dire adieu à la vie vous seront reconnaissants des quelques moments que vous aurez pris pour les aider. Ne laissez pas le temps s’arrêter pour eux parce que vous ne vouliez pas perdre le votre. Aidez-les! Faites passer le message! Remontez les pendules de ces petites vies.
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Carta do Padre Alfredo
IBCM
Prezado Amigo,a,
Em nome das 39 crianças com AIDS da IBCM e das 250 famílias assistidas, agradeço-lhe de coração.
Somos mais de 22 voluntári@s, igualmente pesaros@s com o fechamento da creche.
Nesta segunda-feira, graças à generosidade de muitas pessoas como vc, estaremos abrindo provisoriamente a creche, em regime de 1/2 turno (das 14 às 17h). Ainda não é o ideal, mas já ameniza a fome e o sofrimento destas crianças em grave situação de risco.
Obrigado pela sua generosidade. Divulgue a nossa causas e conte sempre com nossa gratidão e reconhecimento.
Feliz Natal!
pe Alfredo
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What background do you like most?? Upper left is light moss green, bottom left is bright red, top right is white white, and bottom right is grey heather - all linen. (This is only some of the hexies.)
Day 71 08/06/08 "One Object 365 Days Project"
Help by the Beatles
Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.
"HELP!" and "HELP ME!" messages on abandoned building, in Kensington. Unnerving in that "The Kensington Strangler", wanted in the murder of three women, was still at large when this was taken and posted.