Mysterious flight over Java (short story)


First part


I have little to say about my homeland and friends. Perhaps the length of years, today sixty-one, motivated me if it did not obsess me, from traveling the world and finding its mysteries, and alienating me from another, for few I can find trust, friends, with no personal interest in every corner and on my charge.

I thought this story might fit the appropriate hypothesis – in some cases, therefore, the hard-to-tell story I have to tell should not be considered: a crazy and unfinished depiction of my imagination, more than a constructive experience of my mind and its reality, into which would dream a day or a fantasy: from now on, I want to undo it here and now.

From a small and concrete airport in Guam (in the summer of 1999), I was halfway around the world on a trip to Java to see Borobudur, an old Buddhist ruin, in Indonesia, built of some two million volcanic stone blocks. The plane landed in Bali, it was a kind of nervous restless flight that haunted me, as if I had witnessed from the window of my bow, cape and everything, with a huge snake around my neck and my long body, hung along the spirit belly.

The plane I was driving from Bali to Java was a beautiful old looking crowd, with four propellers and only two rows of seats, each on one side of the belly of the plane, was, or seemed to be, loaded with some kind of supplies, the rear seats of the plane were removed, used for storing boxes on the boxes, there were inscriptions ‘fragile’ on them, and the name of several brands of whiskey, which I didn’t notice at first, but when I went to the toilet, before take-off.

Once in the air, the ride was awkward at first; I even held my breath as we climbed through some clouds and surrounding winds.

When we set off, it was almost evening, and it was amazing that a heavy plane first crashed to the ground, as did the color of twilight penetrating the darkness and beyond. I watched her intently, until the sunset disappeared, onto one fine line of fog.

The moon was a dusty orange, with a distinctive cloud or shade of charcoal, comparing to that figure I saw during the flight from Guam to Bali, then when I blinked and zoomed back to look at another view, a quick change passed and the moon it looked transparent — as if I could see it through him.

The air on the plane became hot and cloudy, unbearable, just hot. It seemed that the wind I noticed outside the plane was no more, he died and left, or we left him behind us on the plane, by the way.

It got so hot at the end of the first hour of flight, I felt like someone had lit a candle inside me, and it was burning from my belly over my chest to my throat, it was hovering, vibrating inside my lungs, Twelve passengers on a plane with me, it seemed being that in the same condition I was in, I experienced the same illnesses.

The crew made up of pilots and pilots, one of them, mostly with Indonesian stocks, paced the aisle between the two sets of seats, stretching their legs I guess he wasn’t looking at us on purpose, as if he didn’t want to deal with it. complaints. I simply turned my head toward the moon so I could see the full picture, or it might have been a premonition or an illusion of an evil angel or messenger.

To be sure, every appearance of that devil gave me some kind of acceptable, if I don’t understand a possible message about a fateful day or maybe a nightmare with open eyes.

I was uncomfortable, which prevented me from falling asleep, I was surprised several times by the muffling of the loud engines of the plane, and with it I returned to my noisy sound, the smooth meandering caused by the rapid and constant revolution of the propeller. the center of the plane, more balanced as people ascended to the bathroom.

Then the plane crashed as if it had hit a rock in the sky, and a few more rocks hit the plane, swallowing the entire top of the plane, from the cockpit to the tail end. The extreme fury of the explosion came out of the propeller and completely disappeared, after one minute, the weight of the back of the plane seemed to be retreating, pulling the plane down, slowed down trying to stay above the sea of ​​greenery below us. Immeasurable pressure on the three engines still in operation, and strong frustration grew among the twelve.

“But what miracle could save us?” I was wondering.

Everyone was stunned by the shock of losing the engine.

I found myself, holding the seat firmly in front of me, firmly, not with great difficulty, but strictly, because the heat caused dizziness in my head.

Below me I knew there was a sea of ​​greenery, a vortex and a current of wind pulling the plane down, trying to pull it, it was like the plane was crashing into a vortex, I hoped it was short-lived, but the power was to stun the plane from behind.

I expected the pilots to be able to give us some comfort; their efforts failed faster than the plane. I felt like packed sardines, in one of those nice cans they were wrapped in. They all looked a little overwhelmed.

Now we were in the second hour of flight, of two and a half hours of flight, we lost speed, and the sea of ​​greenery, the tops of the trees, was below us, we were too close, sometimes I thought it was so close to fifty meters, and the speed at which we set off, I concluded that we would collide, there would be considerable injuries to the passengers, and of course me.

The violence of the wind, brought considerable danger to the rear of the plane, with horror I believed, at all times, that hundreds of boxes of glasses filled with glass would fly every time. And in our besieged state we could inevitably leave this life right here and now, in the belly of a plane, before we crash and unsuccessfully, that premonition is soon confirmed.

For a full five minutes, during the flight, the substance in the boxes — its quantity — flew without great difficulty forward, in the direction of us passengers — twelve hundred bottles of whiskey defying the budget, flew like a tornado, rolled like a storm, with an insignificant variety of glass and bottles, like benches, fragrant yellowish liquids fly at every turn and emit no decisive direction, only clouds of broken glass and unstable rage in the stomach, and the plane began to sink into the green sea. We all became paralyzed.

As far as I could have guessed, we had an hour of flight left and there was no landing until we reached Yogyakarta: at this point the attention was restarted by the appearance of overhead trees, the lights from the plane gave anxiety and a gloomy glow without much evidence, what we what was seen was really what we thought we were seeing, inside this pretentious green, dark massive garden.

One emotion continued to dwell within me, I don’t have a name for it, it was just there, as if it had its hands both squeezed and squeezed, and then it tried to nullify my soul. I don’t have a psychoanalysis I can give beyond that, except, let’s move on to parapsychology, and then the feeling I was getting had the key. To a theological and psychological mind like mine, the best I can consider are the evil beings involved in this flight, the female snake, the one with the wing-like caps, the snake around the neck, the one that appeared to me – at this point, three or more times, and would appear a few more times. At the time, I wouldn’t have told anyone about my vague intuition, had I not added another origin to this mysterious flight, but nonetheless, a whole new entity was added to my mind that was dragging my soul.

This creature, even having her hat pressed tightly to her head, covered almost everything, including her ears and neck, but you could see the tips of her ears extending beyond his mask, and her face, thin but graceful, a devilish grace.

As the plane landed again, I thought about my destiny, trying to at least focus on it, somehow trying, this whole thing, that flight that is, which is, incomprehensible. As I now looked around, they all appeared in silence, as if wrapped in prayer or contemplation, contemplation, meditation, essentially, concealment, did not want to see, investigate what was happening, wanted to land in a country hotel, and call him at night, and do all they had planned, after sucking; thus they remained in their private cabin, within their mind.

I took a few minutes and wrote in my diary about this topic, this flight, realizing then, I wouldn’t have a chance to share it with the world if I procrastinated, hoping someone would find my notes on the magazine.

Looking out the window of the plane window, I thought of the precarious chance of a safe landing of this plane, noting also that the structure of the plane was, as its general equipment was built, all negative in the belief that it could land. surely, except at its original destination, what it was not was a solid plane, by no means at this time.

Observing the moon again, or towards the moon, the haze around it, like overgrown shadows, deviations, then that feeling appeared in my stomach, a woman, an insight flashed, among the shadows, an incomprehensible memory of old devil’s fairy tales, and ancient stories came to me by heart. He seemed to look at the metal of the plane, its engines, the old material from which they were made, it was gentle, unsuitable for this extreme weather and chaos, its torture.

The implication seemed overly curious, perhaps characteristic of the stars, or held back by rage, the fact that the plane was still in flight. You knew the old plane was beaten in the plane, certainly full of memories of years past, but a wonderful plane as I already mentioned, wonderful in that it was old-fashioned and still working.

About half an hour left before landing. The chief pilot passed through the aisle; he paid no attention to me, though I stared in his direction wanting some kind of information, but he was utterly unaware of my presence, like his friend who had walked down that same hallway an hour or so ago. I noticed that his knees were trembling, his shoulders and back were slightly bent, as if in despair.

I looked out the window again and in shock the impo’s eyes were bright, gray, looking at mine, face to face.

The plane now looked dead, my mind, my ears, could not hear the hum of the engine, the propeller in motion. It seemed to me, now we needed that miracle I was talking about some time ago. This plane was a huge part of the doomed weight, hovering for the last miles before landing; the final flood could be in the abyss I was muttering.

The female impulse, the female snake of the devil, looked like a surprising seagull, but on the other hand, I accepted it as an allusion, a demon from the deep, limited somehow to tell me the forbidden story of imminent doom. As confusing as it sounds, I can’t explain its impact on me, but it was influenced by the constant current of this plane pulling the plane down and now all four engines stopped; what kept him in the water?

Now I saw her face to face, but as I expected her to pay me a little attention, more on casual observation, yet that feeling attracted me inside me, which I considered her influence on my psyche. Her forehead wrinkled, her skin turned gray, sybilical, as if she could read my mind, as if it were an outdated long-forgotten obstacle in my life, wanting to keep me alive to bring me back to her monarch individually, she lost me somewhere along the way, but between herself she wanted to steer the plane, if not in confusion, to destroy it and me along with it.

She even muttered to herself, as did the two pilots as they walked down the aisle, as if in a trance. She said something in a somewhat low scary foreign language; her voice reached my ears, from the distance of her being off the plane. I looked inside. Her eyes felt bad.

When I looked around, they all seemed shapeless, like water or sky, like the empty void of space, and now the wind, and its current, like the tide, was coming with terrible speed and thunder, similar to the fall of an iceberg. from its ends into the sea. Understanding this horror is utterly impossible to describe, it was obvious that the plane was now under the control of elements, of which I had no knowledge, and to be honest, I admit that the wild evil thing had most of the control at this very moment.

The crew was now both walking on foot, the couples were expressionless, a loss of hope, darkness in their eyes. We had about fifteen minutes to land, so in the meantime the wind was still lowering the plane, but something was lifting it. The lights appeared to our right, then to our left, and we spun in a tornado like a storm, in circles, faster and faster, and the walls of the plane began to twist and somehow I got lost in the darkness, was up on to the tree looking down, my body was on the ground, not in the tree.

What I remember was: the plane started roaring, as if the engines were starting, and the thunder of the wind, its storm stopped, and the pilots returned to their cockpits, and I heard voices saying, “Oh God! Get off! “

Let me conclude for the present. Now lying in front of me was my true description, for the horror was gone, but on the ground forever dead, there were twelve passengers and two pilots. It was a dense jungle in front of me, unlimited by leaves. I could not, or would not, write about my unspeakable misery of that unforgivable crime, in which, I believe, I had a hand.

(As the years passed this epoch, even the officials in Bali and Java were silent, for on that day, during the flight, there were no windmills, and they were as confused as I, I suppose, or at least so it was written in the report, saying in fact that the plane crashed due to unknown circumstances.

I strongly felt over time the need to develop this story, for several reasons, perhaps the cause of too much anxiety: the tendency to do so, thence with a pencil in hand, over the years giving up their previous actions, and now I remember.)

The second part


So he showed up, I say, he showed up, I’m in the hospital, so they told me, and now I have a visitation, a visitor, a mask and a cloak, pulled on my knees, she whispers, her name, “Azalea” friend, a snake, she’s thrown around the neck like a collar.

It’s Azalea, she doesn’t whisper anymore, she says,

“In me, in my death, people don’t know if it’s their own, what the end result is, they’re slowly killing themselves. You’ve defeated early death: but for me I’m the dead world, Heaven and any hope that could be. From there I have to go, and after my death, according to my image, which was so long ago, you will see me, as I am, muttering under my breath, “antagonist,” a gigantic paradox really nailed and overwhelmed with iron truths, but a delusion, I i’m in a prison-like domain, limited you could say, soaked in misery, i’m, like you were, now you know how i felt, how death approached you like a shadow, you were thrown into the valley of compassion, i’m a slave to my own circumstances , beyond your human hope, control or compassion, your comrades were a bit of an oasis of mortality, a fatal misfortune, if they had prayed to God, as you, Christ, to remind him, he would surely have stopped their downfall, and eventually died a victim the horrors I have created, and you call it the mystery of y, or the vision, of humanity o forgets, my species, are descendants of a race, imaginative to many – a race with temperament and remarkable, fully inherited from the family of angels, although our character, strongly developed, became addicted to evil, unspeakable passions, even stronger than man, from there we left our first household and its law, and in an age in which man is guided by my kind and our wills, we have become the master of your actions with your ancestors. “

I noticed that I was in a square case, which consisted of a bed, curtains and some medical equipment that looked antique. The building I was in, or the room, didn’t look like a solid structure. The dark guardian angel paced the room, intertwined with another voice, unseen, thoughts piled up like a pile of books, much enchanted, completely lost.

This morning’s encounter with a dark angel named Azalea was like a morning call from my bed. There seemed to be some mental sorcery: being a Christian had its advantages, its exceptions, but on the other hand, doom was, the superior and shadowy world haunted you like lost cattle and haunted you a little longer than usual and tried to exclude from their heads existence so they can use you for a playground.

Despite my so-called bravado, I was scared. All this was psychologically trying on me, to face this side of the world directly and indirectly, with my constant struggle against humanity and that it cannot be overcome, I told myself that I have to face it moment by moment, if I need to change myself for a moment , I watch, I listen, but I never thought I would have to merge with them in any way of affection.

I was torn, strange as it may seem, in spite of constant anxiety, the rivalry that intrigued me by that unbearable spirit, this was a dangerous part, their quarrel world was if nothing else, messy and hated, feelings of such towards all living Things, living in an anomalous state, they lived resolutely hostile, but I was still interested. And now she was gone.

I think she was pleased that it produced in me that effect, as it had during the past week in the hospital, this little hospital in the jungle, some fifty miles from Yogyakarta, I became extremely disgusted over time that it no longer appeared, as a result of that, showing his unbearable arrogance. I was told in a secret dream, Serr’el, my holy guardian angel, to let him go, to stop dwelling in that world, his voice was infinitely distant, perhaps because I was trying to block it, making it a delusion, more than reality, but as much as his voice faded, I heard him.

My evil destiny, I knew it was in the hands of Azalea, and I knew somewhere along the life line that she would haunt me again (maybe soon), as if in ecstasy and to prove, really prove, her mysterious dominance and domain, inflated I , but on the other hand I knew I had to run away from her because it was hopeless in the long run, maybe vanity, but I was running away no matter what. Officiality, she stepped into my life, between me and her ambition, where, truth be told, I had not sought her, and now I would have to run to the very ends of the earth to avoid her.

Over and over again, in my secret dream, during the second week of my hospital stay, because my wounds and cuts, bruises, etc. healed nicely, Serr’el, it occurred to me, there was a war going on, and I panicked, Azalea and Serr’el.

“I know who he is,” Azalea said one morning, “… where did he come from and why?” she asked.

I gave no answer, and her form burned with hatred, lit up like a burning stain. Serr’el blocked her, and she was frustrated. And there was a bitter delusion in her eyes. A bad excuse to huddle around my bed, and she forced me to notice her.

The last day in bed, just before I was supposed to be released, I woke up, and she was in my bed, naked, and in the end she was her huge snake, she was attached and crap. She whispered to me, body and chest millimeters away from me,

“Whoever has hindered my ambition to inherit the enemy of the bow in this, give yourself to me and show yourself to your recognized rival, you are mine.”

I replied, “An evil genius, with a lot of magnificent wisdom, the omnipresence of God and Christ, and my guardian angel watching (assumptions inspired me), you forced yourself into my bed, beautiful as you are with the years behind you, unscrupulous self-confidence to be thrown into the prison house of angels, or into the abyss, but from my bed. “

Now she felt horror as she looked into my face and saw the firmness. Absolute anger of rage arose around her. Then Serr’el broke off, he had chains with him, and she saw it, a crimson burning belt tying Doer of evil. A facade of black horror covered her face.

She became helpless, and before my eyes appeared utter weakness and obedience to his subjective will. And as he wound a burning chain around her, and in his insane prison, her hereditary temperament spiraled out of control, a noise came from her lips, under the diminution of power and influence, the chain burning through her was trapped.

At that moment I knew the masquerade was over, and now I was more free to breathe, I was no longer in a suffocating room, she left, not to say with “I don’t regret,” or with a contemptuous motive, it was a hoax, and yet she taught me , and I could be one, an emerging villain, if Serr’el hadn’t been there to help, she would have directed me to death, to follow her.

After leaving this small clinic of a demolished infirmary, I headed to my destinations, ran into the hospital walls and they asked me to stay a few more days, but no, I commanded the ghost and headed for the picnic area outside the hospital walls. Indeed, it was such a moment, for I turned to the hospital only once, and a mighty force compelled me to walk forward.

“Close the door,” I mutter, “I’m not coming back.”

I was no longer honest or completely confused as I waited for the bus to take me to Yogyakarta, so I continued to visit the great shrine, the bravest Buddhist shrine in the world, and there I found extreme calm walking its foundations, Borobudur: I must claim it is the second place in the world, where I felt these instincts of peace and gratitude and calm.

The third part

“Hotel room”

And so once a fleeing shepherd cast a shadow, once a wolf that he chased, now in the garb of burning chains. The wolf, Azalea (to whom the writer wrote so many names during the trial) was thrown – like a leper – into an abyss, a prison house for angels, with no door to escape from, And he, who once inhaled the coin, left it with his immortal agony. In the end she was not denied, no opportunity to be a Christian. Between flight and hotel, better said, between flight and accident, his angelic friend (Serr’el) never left his side. Perhaps his pride brought him into the drum of Azalea, but he still showed the ability to endure when confronted, tolerating alien force within his troubled dust, in his own country. So from that enduring dust, as if fighting on an icy river, sometimes silently, he faced the supernatural, and now he had almost faded to the zenith.

Here was an encounter, he thought, an angelic force that did not throw its power over ancient Jerusalem or, in that respect, ancient Rome: that did not knock on the temple door, which seemed to originate from some Gothic dream, the bow-enemy of God himself . In addition, passing bishops and saints to subdue him, which was of little value to his old friends, and perhaps to the world at large, and here in his hotel room – his last day in Java, after seeing the places that came to be seen, he turned away from the window, it was as if he foresaw her voice, the sound of her voice, a motionless, thin look around the room, curiosity awoke in him again, as if the pounding of hooves leaps in his heart: he became weightless , and all that curiosity dissolved like a mass of burning autumn dead leaves, he remembered Serrela’s words: “Let it go!”

As he sat on the edge of his bed, he remembered — the many corpses lying on his runway, in the dark empty spots of the Indonesian jungle, where the plane had crashed, a month earlier. The bodies were quite severed, he thought at the time, as if the bodies had been used for a bayonet exercise.

He remembered now the ugly look on them, the unstitched flesh!

He was in it, he was in a spiritual contemptuous war, with all the consequences of a real war, the one he was in in 1971 in Vietnam was smaller (because he knew who he was fighting against, and he knew the chances, and he had the upper arm, newer weapons, equipment).

He was faithful and never unreliable and tried to be invisible; similar to this little war, now an old event.

Brilliant and dazzling, he sat on the edge of his bed, watching the news on television. We crumpled a few crackers in hand and ate them slowly, piece by piece. He knew somehow, most people could not escape their fate, destiny, or ruin; but he learned in this odyssey, faith brought him, only he has one little seed, it succeeded.

The fourth part


I admit that I took up the rest of the day, thinking about flying in the morning, back to Guam, then Japan and San Francisco, and then home to St. Louis. Paul, Minnesota; I also thought about resolving this enigma, which resided in the supernatural realm and resided in my head. I said, “what a fool I was not to go straight to Serrel first,” even though it actually occurred to me. Now I said to myself, “I didn’t want to be stopped if I didn’t know more about this enigma.”

Tomorrow morning I arrived by taxi from the hotel to the airport, by coincidence, I was told that the plane would not fly. I found this strange, for there were no impending storms of which I had heard, but only a light southerly breeze; but there was nothing I could do about it, just go back to my hotel room and rest.

The next day the plane was ready and full of passengers, everything was as it would look, with a normal party for the airport and a plane getting ready to travel, the attendees checked everything to make sure they had seat belts. , I arrived, I noticed a ten minute delay and I got a little special attention for it. As I sat in my seat, my old curiosity now returned — obviously, not quite an established point with me yet, I wondered what the hell he was doing, where she was, even though I had my ideas. “Why do we think that way,” I wondered, and now the plane was on the runway.

One thing annoyed me a little though, this plane had an unpleasant smell, great discomfort, it emitted a strong, inconsistent stench, obviously I could recognize one that brought me back to hell, because everyone was talking and enjoying themselves, so obviously , I was the only one to find out.

I was now aware that Serr’el was somewhere around me, and that scent was meant especially for me, to remind me of my misanthropic friend, who immediately took away my curiosity, if not curiosity.

So I hadn’t given up on the idea of ​​guessing where he was and what he was doing before, coming to a conclusion I didn’t want to know, the smell was gone, as fast as it appeared. Now and later, I knew.



Nelson Hernandez – the smile of the golden glove conqueror


We should call him “Fearless Hernandez” for several reasons. First, he did not hesitate to step into the ring with a higher-ranking fighter. Second, he did his best. He further showed strength and determination as he fought like a champion. He finally held the Golden Gloves Championship for Wisconsin from 1982 to 1984.

Former Golden Glove Champion Nelson Hernandez was born in Puerto Rico. Inspired by his two uncles, and at the same time his two best friends, he stepped into the ring at the age of fifteen, weighed 115 pounds and finished thirty-seven fights as a Bantamweight. Hernandez eventually moved to Wisconsin and trained with Israel Kost at the United Nations Center. Hernandez believed that every boxer should have a mentor, and should be inspired by someone who is able to provide support, mentally, physically and spiritually.

He felt that Costa was his mentor and like his father; As a result, he is currently helping Costa with the children at the community center out of a love of boxing, respect for Costa, and a desire for children to see success. He is of the opinion that successful individuals should in some way or form help their communities. He is also inspired by Kostan’s records of coaching great fighters, such as Hector Colon, who eventually became state champion. As a result, he is very impressed with the other boxers to stay with the winner and to be the winner as well.

Hernandez enrolled in professional boxing at the age of twenty-two. His record of achievement includes the spectrum of completing thirty-three professional fights as a junior weighing 139 kilograms, three fights as a medium weight of 147 kilograms, and two fights as a junior of medium weight weighing 155 kilograms. Most of the fight was hard for him because he always fought with bigger boxers. His inspiration to the young fighter is not to give up on other fighters; there is always the possibility of victory depending on the moment.

Hernandez explained that the toughest fight he ever had was against Leonard Townsend of Chicago who ranked 10th in the world. Hernandez states. “I went through ten rounds with him. It was a tough fight.” He believed that fighting is a real learning experience that he nurtures and that every fighter must walk away from fighting feeling that he has learned something useful.

Hernandez has worked with great coaches such as Al Mooreland and Eddie Brooks of Wisconsin. He is inspired by Sugar Ray Robinson, Robert Durand, Mohammed Ali and Larry Holmes. He met and shook hands with Mohammed Ali (born Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr.) in 1985. Hernandez fought professionally in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Minnesota and Canada. He also believes that the journeys she experienced made him a more familiar world. He believes that everyone should make an effort to travel outside their neighborhood, instead of staying in just one corner of their city or city without knowing or experiencing the rest of the world, which should be part of their education.

“My training was very rigorous, and my road job would start around 4:00 in the morning, starting with running, boxing in the shade, sparring, sitting, jumping rope, bags and pillows,” Hernandez says. He went on to comment, alluding to the fact that his training usually ends around 7pm, and that he was not allowed to eat anything after 7:30 p.m. because of his diet. Hernandez believes that his training and diet have had a positive effect on his life and kept him in good physical and mental health over the years. It also impresses others to stay mentally and physically strong in order to survive in this world.

As for the lessons learned, he could do better things in the financial field. Ever since he dropped out of high school in ninth grade, he has sometimes been used by others who have kept information throughout his boxing career. The bills presented to him including meals, hotel rooms, travel, etc. erased the profit he was supposed to receive. “However, I continued to struggle with high hopes that one day I would be able to achieve my goal as a champion,” Hernandez says.

He learned like others that boxing is not as glamorous as it seems on television. There is a lot of action outside of the scene that is not shown. He believes that younger fighters should not be naive and should know that they can be exploited in different ways. In addition, they should be prepared to face frustrations. Still, they should take care of such things and avoid such negative encounters in the future. Based on his first-hand experience, Hernandez implied that everything would have been different if he had the knowledge I have now.

“Boxing saved grace for me,” Hernandez thinks. He made it known that one great benefit he achieved by participating in boxing was that he remained without problems. Several of his friends faced legal problems and did not fare well. Some of his friends committed themselves in the criminal justice system after having problems enforcing the law. He believes that today’s youth should remain positive, develop a positive attitude and treat others positively; as a result this will extinguish the negativity.

As for the trip, Hernandez laughed and commented on how wonderful he had been in Canada and really enjoyed the culture and the people. He imagined that the only thing he didn’t like was the way they were searched at the border. On his first trip, he had only U.S. currency and was unsure of the accuracy of the transactions; however, on his second trip he took only Canadian currency and felt much better when he went out to eat. He fought Chad Brisson in 2002, the Canadian champion, which was his last fight.

Hernandez retired from boxing at the age of thirty-five. He stated that the income was not enough to support me and my family. He now does a regular day job. In addition, he trains Angelo’s heavyweight mentors who attend university and seek a degree. As for Angela’s career, Hernandez says, “I don’t want the system to take advantage of him like I used to. I wish he benefited from his first-hand experience as he progressed.”



Stone Forest Poetry (with introduction, in English and Spanish)


Prologue (or Introduction): High in the Andes, Peru, at about 10,000 meters, 4,310 meters away, lives a city called: Cerro de Pasco, about five hours by bus, Huancayo, Peru, and is considered the tallest city in the world. Here in the high Sierra lies the area known as Huayllay, a refuge for sacred stones, a forest of stones, a geological wonder of Peru and a mystery to the world. The hand of God is engraved in animals, people, plants and everything, through Mother Nature. It is undoubtedly one of the most speculative areas of Peru and one of the world’s most important ecological secret places.

I’ve been to Peru nine times, this time; I have been in Peru for 18 months, writing about its culture, customs and traditions. I have headed in every direction a man can in Peru, and he is more wonderful and versatile than Egypt. Or in that regard, more than the previous 60 countries I have explored and researched so far, and Cerro de Pasco is among the most prized areas I have found in the world. People are warm (or at least they were to me).

The Stone Forest is a national habitat for stone animals, forests and living things, with yellow rolled fields, and cows and alpacas; It’s also a very cold area, not as cold as my home state of Minnesota, but still cold. Despite this, people in this part of the country don’t seem to care, and many have slightly rosy cheeks from bitter winds and cold, and yet live here, and I guess (as in Minnesota) one may ask why and get a complicated answer or a simplistic . And most of the time I think it would be because of someone’s knowledge and the beauty of the location. As in Minnesota, or Peru’s Mantaro Valley, the same goes for the Stone Forest.

These stone animals are two to four levels high, or twenty to forty-five feet, except for the Pope Bear, 90 feet high. In this huge forest (which is 6815 hectares) there are about 4000 figures. It is the largest stone forest in the world.

You almost feel like you can jump up and grab a few hanging clouds above you so high above everything else in the world. And for those adventurous people, this is (anyway) the most inspiring gem for climbing, and it was created by none other than the one who created us.

And now, for those who can’t get to this shrine, I’ll be happiest if you turn a few pages and visit the Stone Forest with me! Great trip! D. L. Siluk

Spanish version

Prologue (Introduction): Arriba en Los Andes de Perú, alrededor de 4310 metros sobre el nivel del mar, residing in the city: Cerro de Pasco, near Cinco Horas desde Huancayo, Perú, by bus, and considering the city at high alta in the world. Here in the upper sierras there is a coniferous area like Huayllay, a sanctuary for the piedras, a pine forest, a geological geology of Peru, and a mystery for the world. They have all the dishes by the hand of God in animals, human figures, plants and much more, in the paths of the mother of nature. It is the place of dudas, one of the most spectacular areas of Peru, one of the most ecological places secret in the world.

He has the status Perces nueve veces, esta última vez estoy en Perú od 18-meses, escribiendo sobre su kultura, costume i tradiciones. Mene on adventurodo en todas direcciones un hombre puede en Peru, y es más asombroso y versátil que Egipto. If you look again, 60 minutes lost the journey, explored and explored, and Cerro de Pasco entered the places of apprehension que encontré en el mundo. La gente es muy acogedora (o al menos lo fueron conmigo).

El Bosque de Piedras es un Hábitat Prirodni para los animales de piedra, y bosque, y criaturas vivientes, con ondulados campos amarillos, y vacas y alpacas todo alrededor; it is also a place very cold to be, but not so much as in the state where we live and live in the United States, Minnesota, but cold in all manners. Nema obstante, a la gentte de esta parte del país parece no preocuparles, y muchos de ellos tienen mejillas rosadas por el viento helado y por el frío, aunque ellos viven allí, y supongo (como en Minnesota) podemos preguntar porner, respuesta Compada o muy simplified. And the mayor part of the time I created a series for the family, and the beauty of the place. Como en Minnesota, o el el Valle del Mantaro de Perú, also speaks of the Bosque de Piedras.

These piedra animals are from the four corners of the altar, they are located in the subway, with the exception of Papa Oso, who has a third metro of altura. Hay como quatro mil figuras a través de este bosque inmenso (que tiene 6815 hectares). It is the largest forest floor.

You know that you can salt and agarrar un poco de las nubes colgadas arrivalba, estas tan alto encima de todo en el mundo. Y para aquella gente aventurera, es (ciertamente) una gema muy inspiradora para escalar, y creada por ningún otro que el Ser que nos creo.

¡A ahora para aquella gente que no puede ir a este Santuario, estaré muy feliz si volteas unas cuantas páginas and visitas conmigo el Bosque de Piedras! What a good trip! D. L. Siluk

First part

A big stone bear

(Seven songs)


Festival in the stone forest

((9-6-2007, No: 1977) (Cerro de Pasco))

I’m amused, with magnificent freedom,

The Huayllay City Festival has an assortment of colors.

Outdoors, on bleach, pedestal,

the sun shines like an unstoppable storm,

like alpacas colorfully dressed, they run like flying condors

down the street to join the race.

Smile and laugh! People busy like bees!

Everyone is ready for something, warming their hearts

boys, girls, all dressed in coats:

pale faces from the morning cold!

People think of something risky, and unlikely

that only this day can bring …

There is music and murmur in the dusty square;

dances, sings! People who drink and dream,

a few drunk as skunks …!

The afternoon opens with race after race

and if you don’t participate, you might say forever

I was there, somewhere, but just waiting.

And on the way, in addition to the festival,

cars and taxis waiting, waiting,

to bear fruit from their work.

Some people just hang by the fence,

maybe dreaming or hallucinating.

Many dressed in masks – and a traditional dress,

experiencing a great flight of imagination.

There are horses on the embankment

by high rocks, children and adults

riding back and forth … on some hills,

some kiss, embrace, as if in a cloud nine,

music and noise that constantly sounds.

The festival is a crazy, crazy world

comical and dreamy with his happy hell.

My head is spinning, spinning, spinning–

the noise never goes away,

like a crystal chandelier, my mind floats and smells

but I’m holding on, still, just a little more …!

Spanish version

Festival in the Piedras Forest

((September 6, 2007, # 1977) (Cerro de Pasco))

I am a friend, with a great freedom,

the Huayllay City Festival has a variety of colors.

In the open spaces, in the banks, in the puestos,

the sun is radiating like a torment inevitable,

I think of the colorful alpacas,

Corren Como condors Voladores,

abajo de la calle para unirse a la carrera.

Sonrisas and risas! Enjoy people like their friends!

All of them are leaves for something, warm hearts

enamorados, enamoradas todos vestidos attractively with bags:

Caras palidas por el fryo de la manana!

People thinking about something, probably

this is a unique day to move …

In the half-oriental square there is music and lights;

Bailes, cantos! Growing and sounding people,

an entry of hebrews like mofetas!

The tarre is open with carriages or carriages

y si tú nema sudjelovanja, dirás por siempre

estuve allí, en algún sitio, pero sólo esperando.

Y en el camino, festival u lo largo del,

cars and taxis esperan, esperan,

para sacar frutos de sus labores.

Some people only have time to go to bed,

talvez soñando o alucinando.

Muchos dresses with mascaras – and traditional clothes,

reviving the great view of the imagination.

Hay caballos en los parapetos

for the last years, children and adults

cabalgando de ida y vuelta … algunos escalando los cerros,

algunos besándose, abrazándose, como si, en las nubes,

music and bull backing all the time.

The festival is great, great world

comedian and son with his happy birthday.

¡Mi cabeza está girando, virando, dando vueltas–

the bulla nunca se detiene,

like a crystal candelabra, my fleet and my wall,

but I hope, wait, wait, only a lot more …!


The birth of the Great Stone Bear

Here we are, all dressed in warm rags

to honor the Great Bear!

Yes, exactly;

it’s part of this old stone bear,

born in the twilight of human history.

Here – The stone forest is open to yellow

grassy meadows;

voices telling me I’m alive

and a child of God,

we can look forward to the carving he created,

at the top of the world, near Cerro de Pasco;

here in the Stone Forest — unthinkable there

residence; who would believe

Outside on this bare, yellow field,

a large stone body of a prehistoric bear

waiting until early afternoon

to cast his shadows on the cold and vain


Note: Written seven hours after seeing the Great Stone Bear (Papa Oso); No: 1970 (9-3-2007) dedicated to Mayor Tito Valle Ramirez (from Cerro de Pasco) for his help to help me get to the bear place; and much more, without that help this book would not have been possible.

Spanish version

El Nacimiento del Gran Oso de Piedra

Here we are, all knitted with ready-made clothes

To honor Gran Oso!

Si, es asi;

to honor this old man’s face,

born before the crepúsculo of human history.

Aquí – aquí el Bosque de Piedras está abierto a

a prado of amarillo paste

you say that you are living

and having a son of God,

we can regulate the sculptures that He created,

about the wall of the world, near Cerro de Pasco;

here in the Piedras Forest – where it is unthinkable

reside; Who created it?

Foura de este desnudo, kamp Amarillo,

the grand body of a prehistoric person

wait for the first hour of the day

To open your room in the fresco and colored

Tierra …!

Note: Written by a few hours to see the Gran Oso de Piedra (Papá Oso). Dedicado al Alcalde de Cerro de Pasco Ing. Tito Valle Ramírez for his assistance assisted in the place where El Oso is; y mucho más, sin esa ayuda este libro no hubiera sido moguce.

# 1970 (September 3, 2007)


Trout and fish bones

Pachamanca and pancakes

(Huayllay Festival)

Beauty with mystery is rare

so few drinks of this fountain;

but close, near Cerro de Pasco

freshly prepared event–

comes to life, but once a year …:

a rare and mysterious stone forest fair.

Here you can see: friends, drinks,

cultural food, like: huge pancakes

soaked in coffee or coke;

or delicious trout, if someone cares about weeds

through endless bones – and, yes,

yes, it’s everywhere, trout, trout, trout!

And Pachamanca, a pile of food, packed

s: beef, pork, chicken;

beans, potatoes and sweet potatoes,

all in a hole in the hot soil

with stones surrounding and covering

the food cooks well–!

And all about song and dance–

and the breath of a stone forest … at hand.

Between morning and night, it can be heard

songs day by day – until late at night …! to,

until the guard closes the door …

and puts decorative sleeping alpacas.

Note: Dedicated to Cesar Cruz Cordova, for his constant help while I was in and around Cerro de Pasco, he was like a brother who made sure everything went well and safe or me and my wife during our three and a half day visit. No: 1972 (9-3-2007)

Spanish version

Trucha y Huesos de Pescado

Pachamanca and Panqueques

(Huayllay Festival)

Belleza con mysterio es raro

very little children of this foundation;

but near, near Cerro de Pasco

no return event–

cobra vida una vez al año …:

el raro y mysterioso Festival del Bosque de Piedras.

Here we can see: friends, babies,

typical food, like: huge pancakes

tomatoes with coffee or gaseous;

the delicacies are delicious, you have to import them

at the end of intermittent hues – ah si,

si, están por todas partes, ¡trucha, trucha, trucha!

Y pachamanca, a pila de comida, abarrotada

con carnes de: res, chancho, pollo;

habas, papas y camotes,

all methods in a hot field game

with stones that rodean and cubren

the food is very good–!

Y en todo alrededor canciones y bailes–

and a halit of the Piedras Forest … by the hand.

Entre la manana y noche, se puede oir

songs all the day – it’s late at night …! hasta

hasta que el guachimán cierra la puerta–

y pone a las decorativas alpacas a dormir.

Note: Dedicado a César Cruz Córdova, por ayy constante mientras estaba en Cerro de Pasco y alrededores, é fue como un hermano asegurándose que todo me vaya bien y sin incidentes a mi y esposa, durante nuestros tio ditaas medita.

# 1972 (September 3, 2007)


Roads, fields and rocks

(Na Pascu)

Driving a car, in Huayllay

or, Stone Forest, you noticed

A lot of things:

telephone poles, side by side

old dirt roads;

in fields, fences

and behind them come the cows–

slowly their eyes pop out at you

– And next to them, Daddy is a stone bear

(ninety feet high);

and all around, darkness drowns

stone forest.

The sun is setting and

a bright stone forest

(gray on black, stone trees, like

an army of sisters – they all become one)!

In Huayllay and on those stone trees

scattered one by one,

through the fields–

weeds and brown can be seen


and watering trails; electricity all

in combination.

It’s a pleasure to ride,

and I walk towards those stone animals–

And see the sun in the fields, and

stone trees more dignified

than ever; – stone figures

(animals) all frozen in the stone of death …

And all the holes and ditches

on the way back to Cerro de Pasco:

full of private rain.

Note: no. 1973 (9-3-2007)

Spanish version

Caminos, Campos y Piedras

(Na Pascu)

Traveling in a car, in Huayllay

o, el Bosque de Piedras, tú notas


phone calls, one to one to the long

of the old dogs on land;

en los campos, rejas

and stay away from them, come to you–

lentamente sus ojos saltan hacia ti

–y pasando ellas, el Papá Oso de Piedra

(third metro of height);

y en todo alrededor, la oscuridad se empapa dentro

of the forest floor.

El sol a la deri baja, y el

the forest floor is closed

(gris sobre negro, árboles de piedra, como

un ejército de monjas – ¡todos se vuelven uno)!

In Huayllay, the aquales of the árboles de piedras are roughly

disperse one by one,

the grass of the camps–

se puede ver ichus y

rastrojo parduscos,

and rolled inclined trucks; riachuelos todos


It is a satisfying satisfaction,

y yendo hacia estos animales de piedras–

Y ver el sol en los campos, y

los arbols de piedra más distidos

that never; –peed figures,

(pets) all together in a dead stone …

Y todos los huecos y zanjas

to the length of the return fireplace in Cerro de Pasco:

lleno de una lluvia propia.

Note: # 1973 (3-Septiembre-2007)


Holidays in Cerro de Pasco

We slept for the past three nights, in

Cerro de Pasco, Peru:

magnificent place, the

the tallest city in the world.

A land of miners and alpacas.

We slept in a beautiful pink tourist hotel.

Not far from the city is a miracle

and a mystery to the world.

Everything is a little slower here.

Here people still carry their own

dress before the Inca city,

and many houses are still adobe.

This mountain town, eyes and head

the world,

seems to be looking down the Sierras,

you dangerous Andes; and to them time

is incomprehensible.

Tomorrow we drive out and down

and through these high mountains.

So rich in minerals and air!

I felt and felt all day

I am full of love and I love this

of the city and its stone forests.

One day I will come back and enjoy

again that–

intoxicating cold air where

miners were born.

No: 1971 (9-3-2007)

Spanish version

Descending in Cerro de Pasco

We sleep the pastures three nights, en

Cerro de Pasco, Peru:

a great place, la

more people in the world.

A nation of miners, and a nation of alpacas.

Dormimos is one of the most famous hotels in the city.

Nema mujo lejos de la ciudad is a maravilla

and a mystery to the world.

Here, everything is a little more lazy.

Here, at the same time, all of them

ropas pre-incas alrededor de la ciudad,

y muchas de las casas aún son de adobe.

This is the city of Andina, the eyes and the head

of the world,

parece mirar abajo a las Sierras,

estos Andes peligrosos; and for them, the time

es inexplicable.

Mañana recorreremos afuera y abajo

y a través de estas altas montañas.

Get rich in minerals and air!

Todo el día sent y siento

What a love of love, and it tastes good to me

ciudad y su Bosque de Piedras.

Someone will return, and be frustrated


el vigorizante aire fresco donde

los mineros nacieron.

# 1971 (September 3, 2007)


Up in Cerro de Pasco

I get up early. On television

the newsletters collapsed.

The sky is deep blue with white clouds

all spread out, thin to thick.

I hear some noise in the hallway

this hotel …

I saw the first light

side windows … (woke me up)

Cold tap water

it fell into my hands – chilled at night!

I wake up from a light sleep

like the horizon … slowly.

On a new day I think ‘Coffee!’

The depth of the night has

disappeared from the puddles

on the ground–;

I look forward to meeting the day.

Note: Written at 8:06 a.m. he woke up an hour earlier. Tuesday is at the Señorial Hotel. She was in room no. 206; Rosa went for coffee and a donut for me, she just came back and quickly went to see the mayor again, Tito’s Ramirez Valley, to let him know we were leaving. No: 1974 (9-4-2007)

Spanish version

Levantándose Temprano in Cerro de Pasco

I live in time. On TV

the news from his news.

The blue of the sky with white nubes

all dispersal, delgadas a gruesas.

You have something to do in the pasture

the hotel …

Yo vi la luz, primero por el

lado de la ventana … (menu menu)

The water is cold from the canoe

cayó en mis manos – ¡noche fría!

I’m waiting for a good dream

as a horizon … lazily.

About the new day, at “Kafić”

The profundity of the night ha

disapproval of the charcoal

de la tierra–;

I hope now to find the day.

Note: Written at 8:06 am.m I lost an hour before. It is located and located in the Hotel Señorial. Estamos en la habitación 206, Rosa has a full comparison, but not enough willpower, but Alcalde, Ing. Tito Valle Ramirez, to find out that we are partying.

# 1974 (September 4, 2007)


Dogs from San Juan

(Quick reflection)

Ancient mines and mountains

from Cerro de Pasco, slide into town

(with lake and quarry), as

morning sunbeams, packs of guides

from which they wander

yard to yard …

(funny, I don’t see a cat!).

Written on the bus near Junino, leaving Cerro de Pasco. (9-4-2007) No: 1975; Reflections on a three-day stay in the city and I watched the dogs wander in packs, breaking through the fence one by one. It’s not a cat in place. Also, “Doris (and the Forgotten Bear) was written while she was on the bus (no: 1976), the same day.

Spanish version

Los Perros de San Juan

(Reflection Rapida)

Mines and old monsters

de Cerro de Pasco, is released in the city

(con el lago y la cantera), mientras que los

rayos del sol de la manana, guían a una cuadrilla de perros

that rondan de

pave paved part …

(gracioso, ¡ve veo un gato!).

Written on the bus near Junín, the alleys of Cerro de Pasco.

Reflections of the three days in which I live in the city, and to the perks rondar en cuadrillas, attracting a way to escape. Nema había un gato en el lugar (4-Septiembre-2007) # 1975.

También, “Doris (y el Oso Olvidado) was written on the bus. # 1976



(and the forgotten bear)

Birds cross it, hourly,

Doris’s uncle and Shepard’s aunt

see it often …

Dragons from the hands of children

I even touched him–

and perhaps frogs, cows and

all kinds of living things have seen it,

but when Mayor Tito Valle asked

Doris to show me the bear,

She said, “Sure!” –not really

knowing what he was talking about.

– But later she told me:

“I thought I’d figure it out later,

but that was the first I heard of the Bear! “

Notes: Oh, I could write down a lot, but I’ll leave that alone for controversy. On the other hand, I am also guilty of that, many times while I was in the army. But everything turned out quite well and isn’t life full of humor if you look for it. No: 1976, dedicated to Doris Ticse Arteaga. (04.09.2007)

Spanish version


(Y el Oso Olvidado)

The countrymen fly over it, every hour,

The body of Doris and a pastor

lo ven muy frecuentemente …

Cometas de la mano de los niños

including the tocado–

y talvez, ranas, vacas y

toda class of living creatures lo van visto,

pero cuando el alcalde Tito Valle le pidio

Doris showed me the person,

ella dijo “claro” -realmente

there is no knowledge of what he is talking about.

– But she told me that she said:

“Averiguaré, averiguaré esto más tarde,

But this is the first thing that will be heard about El Oso “

Notas: Ah, podría hacher muchas notas sobre esto, pero lo dejaré esto en paz por polemika, por otro lado, soy odgovorni de esto también, muchas veces cuando estaba en el ejército. But all the results are very good, and the life is not funny ?, you are looking for something.

# 1976 (September 4, 2007) Dedicated to Doris Ticse Arteaga.


Stone snail, across the Blue

Now both of us

to be here – one

alive, one stone

we sit still:




vortex …

(rain on the way):

A large stone snail,

is the best part

on this side of the park–,

I touch him (I want to hug him);

he tells me about his eminence.

I look around

so many numbers

(stone statues) –

somehow balanced,

hanging by a thread

in this stone house

with a blue roof.

Written 9-6-2006. ((No: 1978) (13:50)) Dedicated to our three young female guides, Diana, Carol and Noemi tha, were the most gracious

Spanish version

Caracol de Piedra, about Azul

Ahora ambos de nosotros

Sending things – one

vivo, otro piedra

we feel here:

the wind


the wind

girando …

(lluvia estie viniendo):

el Gran Caracol de Piedra,

it’s the best part

of this part of the park–,

lo toqué (quería abrazarlo);

esto me dice de su eminencia

Miro alrededor

tantas figures

(state of stone) – appropriately,

walk in the air,

in this stone house

about a blue tech.

Written on September 6, 2007 (# 1978–1: 50 p.m.) Dedicated to our three young guides of tourism: Diana, Carol and Noemi who are very fond of me.


In the fields of the Big Dipper

(from Stone Forest) (9-3-2007)

Eyes and cold shadows of stones

(in, Stone Forest, high in the Sierras)

penetrates the fields of the Great Bear–.

Here are the stone walls that rise high

(like dreams stretching into the sky).

I felt their cold shadows fall

– crossing the fields …!

They don’t have coats – just

smooth, sharp granite leather:

as they descended down and around me,

caught me (and my wife),

related to the executioner.

With large smooth knives

they watched with their inner eyes

as I stood in their sacred fields

(‘… The big stone bear – there it is,’

said our guide – shows!)

The sun warms me and the air is clean

(these stones cause cracks

in the sleeping ground – a strange morning

it was).

Eyes and cold shadows

stones, penetrating fields,

as if leaving a lonely harbor (residence)

and my spirit moved through my body

(hovers above the contents …).



Smoking and global warming


From a hotel room in central Jakarta, the Indonesian news agency Pena describes the development of the tobacco industry today in its final report. This report is in the form of a 65-page magazine with the title on the front page of “Hypocrisy and Myths Behind the Tobacco Industry.”

Pena Indonesia claims that this report is based on investigative reports on various tobacco industry search documents. It also includes two CDs or a CD containing thousands of documents from the multinational industry in Indonesia. As documents of British American Tobacco or BAT, Philips Morris and others.

The workshops were attended by journalists and health activists. The aim is to provide insight into the existence of secret documents related to the arrival of the giants of the world tobacco industry and its relationship with Indonesia.

This workshop also received support from the WHO World Health Agency, representatives of Indonesia, the IAKMI-Association of Indonesian Public Health Specialists and the SEATCA-Tobacco Control Alliance in Southeast Asia.

Pena Indonesia worked for three months and glanced through the computer. Digging thousands of documents online from seven giant cigarettes recorded between the 1960s and early 2000s. At least about 28,000 more documents from British American Tobacco or BAT Indonesia are stored in digital libraries at the University of California, San Francisco.

The walk also takes place in the Legacy Tobacco Documents Documents web library which contains an internal document by Philips Morris, RJ Reynolds, Lorillard and Brown & Williamson. Farid Gaban and Alfian Hamzah from the Pena Indonesia news agency and Mardiyah Chamim from Tempo magazine report and write about the result. Coverage and support in the form of grants from the Essential Action Global Partnership for Tobacco Control based in Washington.

This story began in 1998. This year is perhaps listed in the most amazing American cigarette industry. The Attorney General of the State of Minnesota, United States, Hubert Humphrey III, blew a loud warning to the cigarette industry. The state’s attorney asked the seven greats of the smoking industry to open all their secret documents to the public. The goal is to find the truth.

These documents are internal documents that contain various letters to the authorities, scientists, media tricks to encourage the tobacco business. Seven giant companies, among others, are from Philip Morris Incorporated, RJ Reynolds Tobacco Company, British American Tobacco (BAT), Brown and Williamson, Ligget Group and The Tobacco Institute and the Tobacco Research Council and Lorillard Tobacco Company.

U.S. courts have six million documents with 35 million pages. Each page has a stamp and code of industry lawyers to ensure authenticity. The court also requires the tobacco industry parties to correct the documents by 2008.

While you are in England, mountains of British American tobacco documents are usually kept in a warehouse in Guilford, Surrey, England. BAT archiving of network documents is performed by the University of California, San Francisco, United States.

There are seven million documents in the form of scanned documents. And they spent about four years putting in the effort for their hard work. Unfortunately, according to Duncan Cambell, an American investigative journalist who helped search the documents of the smoking industry, the claim that there are about 181 files containing thousands of pages of documents was lost. These missing documents are not clear and a possible rimbania is linked to regions of other countries, such as Indonesia.

One of the investigations of this American smoking industry created the film “Insider”, which talks about the search by which an American television journalist discovers fraud in toxin levels. The media in the United States to encourage and influence people to be threatened by smoking. Cigarettes became a civil issue and then prompted the birth of strict smoking regulations.

The tobacco industry needs to be controlled and strictly controlled. For owners of the American tobacco industry, it is not a condition of a good climate. And ask the U.S. government for strict rules that only apply in the United States. And it does not apply to international business networks in different parts of other countries. The invasion is ongoing after 1998. And the targets of cigarette owners are countries entering groups of third countries.

How do countries in the region, especially Indonesia in cooperation with the document? Indonesia belonged to a third country, right? Indonesia is a land tender and haven for the world tobacco industry. The tobacco industry in Indonesia was embodied and was like its own “kingdom”. He played many roles and automatic movements do not get a lot of obstacles and barriers.

Be it legal, economic, social on a political path. The smoking industry in Indonesia has grown rapidly and slipped. Taking into account the largest daily newspaper in West Java, the People’s Mind, the tobacco industry as “expanding and taking root”. There is not much media in Indonesia to criticize, especially preaching to give a profound statement regarding the cigarette industry. With the open field, Indonesia has gained every movement, ideas and influence of the tobacco industry on the extensive development of the business.

We can learn a lot from documents on the tobacco industry. Learn how they work, determine your position, and influence policymakers, economic, media, until the “buy-sell” survey passes. The document is clear and detailed. We just need to work hard, carefully detail and make sheets of documents to get a complete picture of the building of the world tobacco industry as a whole.

According to institutions in Thailand dealing with the Alliance for Tobacco Control in Southeast Asia, in their report “Profit from Death: Exposing the Tobacco Industry Tactics in ASEAN Countries, October 2007”, it was explained that so far cigarette consumption in that region has been about 50 percent of world tobacco consumption. And Asia is considered an important market future for the world tobacco industry.

While 10 countries have joined ASEAN, approximately 31 percent or 125.8 million of ASEAN’s young youth smoke. Or about 10 percent – 1.25 billion – of the number of young smokers in the world continues to grow, and the country joining ASEAN has contributed to the death rate from smoking as much as 20 percent!

SEATCA is a partner network of government agencies that has merged into ASEAN, which undertakes research, advocacy and capacity building in all its members. SEATCA works and builds an advocacy mission on its members who have ratified the WHO Convention on Tobacco Control over the WHO Framework Convention on Tobacco Control (FCTC) – including Thailand, Malaysia, Cambodia and Vietnam. While Indonesia is the only country in Asia that has not ratified these conventions so far.

The WHO Tobacco Control Convention is crucial for application in the cigarette industry in Indonesia. This Convention shall regulate and control the tobacco industry. The convention contains about 38 articles aimed at improving the quality of global health.

Business development for the transition of the tobacco industry is not in the form of a single strategic. The business strategy will monitor the situation in each area of ​​development. He has worked on organizing and defining target groups, facilitating policy policies that support good business coming from the government or MPs, working with anyone to make promotional efforts and forming a full market.

The tobacco industry builds its image in different ways. The advertisement creates direct communication with consumers by placing cigarettes through posters, print ads and electronic media, posters, accessories, colors and logos that cause the image of tobacco products.

Promotional activities by distributing free cigarette samples, offering coupons, competitions, lotteries, tickets to watch sports games and races, music concerts, film financing, talk shows, street entertainment for his activities in the form of corporate social responsibility or Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) which supports scholarships, environmental projects and other activities under the name of a company or under the name of tobacco industry products. The inclusion of scholarships for journalists and school children is a success.

SEATCA survey on the control status of promotion, advertising, CSR and sponsorship rules in seven ASEAN countries in 2007. Including Cambodia, Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, the Philippines, Thailand and Vietnam. Five countries have fairly strict rules governing the issuance of advertisements, promotions, sponsorships and CSR.

These five countries include Laos, Malaysia, the Philippines, Vietnam and Thailand. Of these five countries, Thailand has very strict rules against the tobacco industry and holds strict restrictions. The two most favorable, without rules, without control and without restrictions are Cambodia and Indonesia!

Cambodia and Indonesia are a haven for the tobacco industry. The two countries are a relatively poor country, right? Indonesia is estimated to have a poverty rate of 49 percent and the average cost of living in America of two dollars a day. Both have no rules and restrictions closely regulate tobacco control issues.

They are the most profitable opportunities for the tobacco industry. The cigarette industry has all the strength and capital to improve its business and maximize profits. The industry offers a dream potion and promotional advertising to the public to lift themselves out of poverty.

And offer in words suggestive ads and interesting success. This is a dream and a dream for all people. The success of the tobacco industry by offering a cigarette. Giving tobacco is one of the main ways for every person to get rid of poverty and manage to live quickly.

Poverty has become a country for profit. And the industry was well aware of this situation. Poverty, lack of regional representation and the role of government, lack of political awareness and the role of the media are powerless in cigarette advertising.

Data on Nielsen show that in 2006, advertising expenditures for the tobacco sector amounted to Rs 1.6 trillion. Which moronic media would lose and offer money for that? One media outlet in Indonesia may be aware and choose not to accept tobacco ads. But the question is to what extent will the power of this medium survive? And refrain from cigarette advertising attacks.

Cigarettes have become the main consumption for the poor. Cigarette consumption throughout the year reached 225 billion sticks. Cigarettes contain 4,000 toxic chemicals. And cigarettes are the leading cause of diseases that cause cancer, heart disease and other diseases that cause death in the long run. Every year people die as it indicates cigarettes cause as many as 400,000 in Indonesia!

The number of smokers in Indonesia has risen sharply. According to a national economic survey conducted by the Central Bureau of Statistics in the period 2001-2004, there was an increase in the number of beginner and under-10 smokers, which increased by 0.4 percent, to 2.8 percent. The National Child Protection Commission also gets a number that 90 percent of teenagers smoke because of advertising in Indonesia. Teenagers have become a major target of the tobacco industry.

This figure is worrying and then in February 2007 several members of the legislature came up with certain rules to restrict smoking. These rules are expected to limit, control, and restrict tobacco issues involving the activities of young children. This rule also requires a 60 percent increase in excise duties on cigarettes, to reduce people who buy cigarettes. And she was encouraged to expand research on the impact of smoking on health.

In 1999, Indonesia passed Government Decree 81/1999 on health cigarettes, Government Decree 38/1999 on procedures for advertising tobacco products and Government Decree 19/2003 on the obligations of cigarette manufacturers to include warnings on product packaging.

Indonesia has also benefited from this condition. The contribution of the cigarette industry sector in the form of tax revenue in the amount of 38.5 trillion Rp last year. This year, too, it is expected to increase to 42 billion Rp.

The cigarette business in Indonesia is very sweet. Two Indonesian families operating in the cigarette ranks on Forbes magazine’s richest list in the world. The Rachman Halim family, including owners of Gudang Garam, with assets worth $ 1.9 billion and warns of 538 warnings. Be Hartono and the Djarum 664 family with assets worth $ 1.5 billion.

Indonesian cigarette tax is generally cheap compared to other countries. Australia, Malaysia, Thailand and Singapore have set a 70 per cent tax on cigarettes. While you’re in Indonesia, just set the highest cigarette tax at 40 percent. With this tax rate, the retail price of cigarettes in Indonesia is one fifth of the price of cigarettes in Malaysia.

The price of cheap cigarettes is increasing smokers in Indonesia. Access to cigarettes is very easy. According to a recent survey by the WHO and the American Cancer Society, about 70 percent of Indonesian smokers are men. And 3 percent of women smoke Indonesia.

Indonesia plays a double role in delusion. On one side is the income he earned from cigarettes, but on the other hand many Indonesia will lose their human resources due to the damage caused by cigarettes. But a health insurance company in Indonesia that would guarantee his client about the consequences of smoking?

The world of the anti-smoking campaign continues to grow stronger. Rich countries and educated aware of the dangers of smoking. The anti-smoking movement is getting stronger and try to campaign on the issue at the level of the global movement. The Federation of Football Associations (FIFA) and even signed an agreement with the WHO to regulate and ban tobacco sponsorship on the football field.

MTV supports the anti-smoking campaign and appealed to teenagers not to smoke. Countries in Europe and other Asia and ratifying the convention have monitored tobacco control (FCTC).

But resistance to the cigarette industry in Indonesia is still weak. The anti-smoking movement, both for citizens and doctors, including the media, is still strong. WHO Indonesia has selected several names of artists and athletes for the national anti-smoking sports campaign. Among tennis champion Angelique Widjaja, bodybuilder Ada Rai and model Tracy Trinita.

But not enough to represent all three and move Indonesia’s residents to establish an anti-smoking movement. Indonesia needs a great figure and a constant movement to fight smoking. Not just the anti-smoking course slogan. But the anti-smoking movement is broad and strategic.

In short, the anti-smoking movement in Indonesia is still classified as powerless. It needs strength and strong strength to stop the strong and aggressive opposition of the tobacco industry. And the journalist is to write a movement and continue to oversee the spread of logging from the cigarette industry.

The advertising and propaganda war is taking place in the fight of the world of black smoke. And Indonesia is a powerful battleground for mapping the world of today’s global cigarette. This also applies to the local cigarette industry in Indonesia. As a local industry in Duh, Malang, Jember and Kediri. The local cigarette industry in Indonesia has also played an important role in influencing the smoking community.

In Indonesia, known as a cigarette snack while smoking outside a product known as white smoke. The local cigarette industry is a small king of tobacco, and many are in Java. The expansion of the world tobacco industry bosses are aggressive and strong and are trying to control the current market share. White cigar cigar cigarettes are struggling.

Who is the most powerful? The smoking industry builds myths, facts and misconceptions about smoking. And we know that the health of everyday citizens is declining for the victims of the battle. Indonesia and countries are allowing the health of their citizens to fall.

The facts about the dangers of cigarettes and the propaganda of the dark tobacco industry are clear. Cigarettes are not for compromise, but should be controlled and regulated by the government and the legislature. Indonesian society should be aware that cigarettes are now becoming an alarming epidemic.

The event will end in 2007, Indonesia has been selected for a global debate on global warming. It came to Bali in December. Global debates are very important for discussing and taking strategic steps related to the issue of global warming and the environment. Indonesia is also classified as bad in the environment.

Indonesia, including areas prone to red in environmental matters such as illegal logging, mining, industrial pollution and motor vehicle waste emissions. This global debate will produce decisions and policies are very important. The result will encourage all heads of state and citizens to support and implement strategic measures to combat global warming today.

I was shocked when he read the daily newspaper, the National Journal. At the bottom of the column are ads at the head of the page pasted on the later implementation of global warming. With dominant ads with a light green color that is close to iconic environmental issues.

This print ad includes a statement or countdown days in December 2007. These ads also bear the name of the Sampoerna cigarette and have the word “Green” which could also be interpreted as one of the main products of the Sampoerna cigarette.

I am sad to see that the debate on global warming will have to get the sponsorship of the tobacco industry. The business and its profits are mostly from Indonesia. Maybe I continue to dissolve the sadness and be a voice lost and forgotten in the noisy unrest of the events of global warming later.

This should be an important note, just a mirror and it becomes a matter for all of us. Environmental issues are common issues. He deviated from his conscience and our common sense. What is the value of a global warming event coming from a tobacco company? Cigarettes, however, are a toxin and one of the leading causes of death. Isn’t there anything wrong with a global warming program stemming from the tobacco industry?

A bunch of internal documents of the tobacco industry gave a clear answer. Problems of tactics, plans, strategies, political lobbying, and building awareness of mistake and dirty cigarettes.

I am very sorry for the critical discussions on global warming, there are stains and thorns. This becomes a wedge and a slap on the clichés of the world. It’s as if life and life unfold and start with cigarettes.

Cigarette syllable is not an oral service. And the strength in Indonesia’s cigarette industry points to that fact. And that is not true. The tobacco industry creates traps and myths. Cigarettes are an important issue for humanity. The life of the world of cigarettes is full of the power of compromise, deception and dark strategy.

And it is probably true in the world fight of cigarettes, as Ben Jonson wrote long ago in the book The Alchemist, that “Alchemy was a kind of game, like a card trick, to deceive a man with great charm.”



Why are MLB players always hurt in a stupid way?


Hangnails, paper cuts, screams in the neck … awkward and painful little things for everyone, but really those little things are nothing special, we can trim the hangnail, the band helps us cut and start screaming in a few minutes. But professional baseball players are different. In MLB, we always seem to hear players missing the game for something we would think of as trivial. Like Ubald Jiminez, who was placed on DL last year because of the hangar. Either they get hurt in stupid ways, sacrificing playing time for which they are paid millions.

Pirates with tiles on their hands are considered serious enough to be able to sit a few games on the disability list because it can really affect their throwing. Pitcher Clay Buchholz apparently has a chronic bladder problem according to the Boston Red Sox DL, and last year in an interview with NBC Hardball it was reported that Kerry Wood of the Chicago Cubs broke through the bladder (and was fine) before putting it on on DL at about a week, Although we know that blisters can be painful, players can definitely play just because of it.

What’s more humorous, there have historically been a few pretty ridiculous injuries the players have sustained. Sammy Sosa once sneezed violently in the excavations and missed the rest of the game due to back cramps. Matt Latos stretched his left side holding back a sneeze … who knows what would have happened if he had let go! Russel Branyan once pierced his toe as he closed the curtains at his hotel and was on DL for two days in 2010. Ken Griffey Jr. he missed the game when his glass slipped and stabbed his testicles, and in 1990, Glenallen Hill striker, the Blue Jays rookie at the time could not play the game because he was injured while trying to escape a nightmare about spiders.

So there are understandable, pathetic and simple silly injuries in baseball. It’s not like we ever hear NFL, NBA or NHL players do something like this a little bit and don’t play through it. Muscle tears and surgeries and broken bones are another ball game (punishment intended), but please MLB … a hanging stick or a pricked toe? Looks like it’s time to tighten up.

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Infidelity – from doubt to proof


Who hasn’t read statistics on the prevalence of infidelity at one time or another? Who among us, if ever suspicious of our spouse, hasn’t found himself on the thousands of “Signs of a Cheated Spouse” list that are so prevalent on the Internet these days?

It has nothing to do with statistics – they are based on other people’s numbers. And “Signs of a cheating spouse”, by themselves, do not prove anything. What we don’t find, read or listen to is – “What should I do if I suspect my husband is cheating on me?”

As a private detective who has worked with thousands of people over the years, and many have suspected infidelity, I would like to offer just a few suggestions:

Keep an open mind. Most of the signs of a spouse cheating on the Internet today can probably be explained by factors that have nothing to do with the affair. Even seemingly harmful evidence can sometimes be convincingly explained. In one case of mine, my husband found another man’s underwear in a drawer and was stunned by this alleged evidence of his infidelity. In the end, it was determined that the underwear belonged to my client’s mother-in-law, who spent the previous weekend in the couple’s house.

In my own practice, I have found that at least 25% of my clients make mistakes because of their doubts. These were clients who were relatively confident in the affair before hiring me. What I discover from time to time is that the “other woman” is actually a bar stool in a local tavern, a friend with whom the wife no longer wants her husband to hang out, or even a place in a local casino. On other occasions, the “cheating spouse” has not cheated, but rather prepares to leave the marriage.

While you may need to follow your doubts to calm your mind, it is essential that you do so with an open mind.

Don’t clash with your wife. Conflict, without evidence, serves no purpose. Think for a moment – a person who is willing to cheat on their spouse is probably the one who is willing to lie about it when asked. At the same time, no one will admit to an affair they don’t have. In both scenarios, the answer will be the same: “No honey, I have no affair.” The conflict only serves to inform the spouse that you are suspicious. If your spouse cheats on you, your conflict will only harm your ability to conduct any meaningful future investigation.

Save the confrontation when you know what is true.

Behave normally. None of us care about fools, and our ego often demands that we stand up and declare, “I’m not an idiot – I know what you’re doing.” But, just like the conflict above, a statement like this only serves to warn cheaters that you have become suspicious. This, in turn, will make it more difficult to obtain evidence of an affair because your spouse finds it harder to conceal their activities. Best for you, as long as you are interested to get to the bottom of doubt, play the role of a fool. Smile – be charming (unless it’s normal for you) – be your normal self. You want your spouse to think you expect nothing.

If, like many people, you just can’t hide your despair through this emotional trial time – consider offering a compelling explanation for your behavior (e.g., “Oh, I’m just stressed about work, that’s all.”

Be selective in whom you share your doubts. During such an emotionally stressful time, you may find the need to talk to someone sympathetic to your concerns; This is a normal and natural need and can be a healthy place for your stress. But keep in mind that people are prone to dealing with people they meet in everyday life – i.e. colleagues at work, a neighbor by the door, your best friend’s spouse, your best friend, your same-sex sister, etc. For that reason, it is absolutely imperative not to share their doubts with anyone who might be part of the problem. I address all of my clients, “Tell the whole world you hired PI when I’m done, but calm him down by then.” I ruined too many cases because of clients who trusted the wrong person.

If you absolutely have to share your concerns with others – do it with a friend who lives in another country, a trained counselor or another person so distant (geographically, preferably) that they could never get involved. But remember – this person will probably find the need to tell someone they trust. And that person will find the need to tell someone they have confidence and so on. Be extremely careful who you trust in the end.

Assess your relationship. You will probably be asked some rather difficult questions during this discovery process; I would suggest you include, “What do I really want from this relationship?” on your list of questions.

Too often people become so overwhelmed with looks that they are “victims” of infidelity that they don’t stop wondering if they actually care about the marriage or relationship perhaps ending. It’s no more obvious to me than when I get a call from an angry wife who spends time on the phone with me lamenting that her husband is “… a liar, cheating, unsuccessfully, a sociopathic loser – she was always too much” instead of discussing her suspicions of infidelity. Another time I am asked to supervise my fiancé just before the wedding. My question is always, “If you have to hire a PI to find out if your fiancé is cheating on you, then why are you getting married at all?”

You base your decisions on what you want to happen in your relationship – not on the fact that you may be a victim of infidelity. Ask yourself, “Whether my husband cheated on me or not – do I still want to be with this person?”

Prepare for what may happen. You may be 100% committed in a marriage, even if you eventually find out that your spouse is in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean the spouse is equally committed. It takes two to get married, and if your spouse has some connection, you can be sure that it will probably be due to some unmet needs from the marriage that your spouse may not be interested in dealing with with you.

While you may not be interested in preparing for a divorce or divorce at this time, that doesn’t mean your spouse isn’t. I watched more than a few “subjects” actively preparing for life after marriage (e.g., opening separate bank accounts, looking for an apartment, etc.). Now may be a good time to take some basic steps to prepare for an outcome that is not your choice.

Consider taking some time to copy your address book, make copies of important documents, photograph property in the house, open a credit card in your own name, open a check or savings account in your own name, change passwords to access your voicemail or Internet accounts, copy precious negatives and photographs, etc. Most of this documentation, including photographs, can fit on a single CD and should be stored outside the residence you share with your spouse. If you think about it – many of these steps should have been taken a long time ago to prepare for a house fire that could happen to any of us.

A word of warning here – don’t bother. Courts generally disrespect those who go so far as to empty utility checks and savings accounts, change door locks, or otherwise deprive the other spouse of access to marital assets and property. Plus, you’re not actually planning a divorce – you’re just trying to be prepared if your spouse suddenly and unilaterally breaks off the relationship for the two of you.

Investigate the laws. Most people who seek my supervisory services do so out of a “need for knowledge”. They already know (or believe they know), because of the no-fault divorce law in my state, that the courts will not award them a big-screen TV and a nice couch / love seat combination only if they can prove that their spouse is having an affair. However, this does not always negate their need for legal advice.

If you are deciding whether to divorce (as opposed to working on your marriage) or just want to know how you would fare if your spouse makes such a decision, perhaps you should take this opportunity to research divorce laws in the state where you reside. How will the assets be divided? Will it help you at all if you could show that your spouse is in a relationship? Who is likely to get custody of the children? What about marital or child support?

You can do some of these rudimentary studies for free without leaving your home. There is a wealth of information available to you over the Internet by simply typing in your state name and “divorce” or “child custody” in your favorite search engine (e.g., “Minnesota Divorce” or “Minnesota Child Custody”). Of course, this research should be considered only “preliminary”. Sit down to talk to a lawyer if you think you will finally decide (or your spouse may decide) to move forward with the termination of the marriage.

Gather evidence. Now is the time to start documenting your evidence of a possible affair and recording your suspicions. Consider either writing things down or entering details into a password-protected document on your computer. Don’t rely on your memory.

I do not recommend that anyone actually go out and try to conduct an investigation or surveillance on their own – these are things that are very well left to your professional investigator for very good reasons. But now is the time to record the times and dates of suspicious activity to notice patterns, strange phone numbers appearing on caller ID units or cell phone call history, discrepancies between actual odometer readings and mileage readings at the employee and spouse location, etc. As strange as it may seem, you should also keep notes of times and events that are not suspicious to you. For example, while you can trust a spouse to travel to another state for a business meeting next Wednesday, they don’t necessarily have to. Only after the affair is fully revealed will some of those other details be seen in a different light.

Now is the time to gather other details that may become useful to the detective if they decide that an investigation becomes necessary. This information may include your spouse’s place of employment, employer’s address, your spouse’s car license plate, names and addresses of spouses’ friends and family members, photos or jpgs of your spouse, names and details of someone you think your spouse may see (ie. address, vehicle data, etc.). Don’t wait until the last possible moment to start gathering those facts; you want to start assembling them now to be ready if the need to move forward arrives.

Consider hiring a licensed private investigator. Whether you choose to hire a private detective should be based on a number of different factors – not least your psychological “need to know,” your ability to afford an investigator, and the need for a licensed professional to document evidence of affair for legal purposes.

Avoid the temptation to try to follow your spouse on your own. Even with 20 years of supervision experience, I would be the last person to try to follow my own wife if I thought she was having an affair; I would have to hire another PI to do the work for me. This is partly due to the fact that none of us are invisible. When you follow someone in the car, you will inevitably find yourself right behind him or her when they stop at a traffic light. Get ready to wave to your spouse when he looks in the mirror and sees who’s in the car behind them! A private detective can get away with it – being in the vehicle right behind him or at a traffic light, and even sitting in a boat next to the spouse if necessary, because he sees the cheated spouse as “just another” Joe. “

It’s also a big mistake to have a friend play the role of a PI. Contrary to what some think, there is much more to exercising discreet surveillance than simply sitting in a car for a few hours and then following your spouse around town. Spouses who cheat are wary of being caught and many take steps to confirm they are not following them. Your friend is unlikely to have the necessary skills to maintain contact with his or her spouse, while reassuring him or her not to follow him or her. Get caught, and you will jeopardize any future surveillance efforts (even by professionals), reveal to your spouse that you suspect, and potentially create some legal issues for yourself and a friend, depending on the laws in your state.

I probably won’t be able to help you with your investigative needs unless they include surveillance in Minnesota. However, you are likely to look for a qualified and competent local investigator in your area if you take the time to review. Finding it is as simple as opening a directory of yellow pages or conducting an Internet search of private investigators through a favorite search engine (e.g., “Private Detective Minnesota,” “Private Investigator Minneapolis,” etc.).

I would recommend that you choose an investigator from your area – not a national outfit that declares “investigators in your area”. Make sure the detective agency has local mail. You will also make sure they are licensed, required and insured. And finally – make sure they specialize in conducting supervision.

Discuss it. If, because of all your worries, you find that your spouse is not having an affair (and I hope you will), you will spend the equivalent of most of the day reading some online remedies, talking to an investigator. or two, and making copies of those important documents and photos that you should have copied a long time ago for unrelated reasons. So far, you have re-examined your relationship and desire to do things (or not) and you have had – at worst, trust a friend or relative regarding your unfounded suspicions. Now it’s time to get rid of those notes about the spouse, scatter the PI business card and invoice (if you’ve gone that far) and tell your trustee to keep it to yourself. It’s also a time to think about what made you believe it was an affair in the first place.

For others, it’s time to “face” the problem after there’s incredible evidence of an affair. But you do so until there is a possibility that additional investigation or oversight will be needed.

Keep in mind that when we face people, we often put them in defense – “What ?! You hired a PI to follow me ?! How dare you!” This is usually because the spouse is caught “off guard” and doesn’t know how to react to a fact you know about the affair. After all, you didn’t give any prior indication that you knew what was going right?

Some of my clients reported success in ordering their spouse to confess to the affair, discussing infidelity in a “real way” after they first gave a cheating spouse that they warned that the issue would be resolved in the near future.

On the day you decide to talk about things with your spouse, tell him or her, “I know about your relationship. I want to talk to you about it after work.” Then leave it and walk or lower it. This gives the spouse time to think about how they will handle things. In many cases, they will return home and admit an affair to which they would not admit that he was otherwise pushed against the wall. Some cheating spouses are actually relieved if they are caught.

Don’t reveal everything you know. For some of my clients, it is tempting to reveal my investigative reports to my spouse, along with photos taken from a videotape, as they shout, “Look at this!” However, this is the last thing you should do.

The investigation report is prepared so that you have the evidence needed to make informed decisions. He is not ready to prove to his spouse that he has an affair. After all – your spouse already knows what the facts are.

When we tell someone what we know, we inadvertently tell him or her as much as we don’t know. For example, let’s say you confront your wife with videotapes as she enters a hotel with another man, and an investigative report (no video or photos) detailing her dinner with the same man two weeks before. What you’re actually telling your wife by revealing that evidence is that you don’t know how she traveled with a man to Bermuda when she said she was on a business trip to Minneapolis. You just told her you had no evidence of that affair before dinner two weeks ago. You told her you had no evidence that she kissed her lover in the car after dinner. You told her you had no idea how she spent the day with that man the day before the hotel meeting. You told her, laying your cards on the table, how much you don’t know. After all, if you knew the other facts – why not face them too? Where are the reports detailing these facts?

Armed with an investigative report in the above hypothetical situation, the wife is likely to admit to having dinner with her Platonic “friend” and the fact that she walked into the hotel with him two weeks later. She could explain very well, “But he’s just a friend. We didn’t do anything but talk. He’s going through a hard time and he wanted to get my advice. I knew you wouldn’t understand and that it would have looked bad, so I didn’t tell you. You don’t believe it. we – you always accuse me of the worst. What about you? And besides – how dare you hire a PI to violate my privacy anyway! “

Keep your evidence to yourself. That is your proof – not your spouse ‘. Your knowledge is your strength. Your spouse not knowing how much you know is your power. Consider instead (using the hypothetical situation above) telling your spouse something like, “Cindy, I know you’re having an affair with Dan. I’m not interested in talking about how I know or how much I know. What I need to know is if you’re willing to end the relationship and work on to this marriage – which will require you to reveal everything to me or will you rather hide the details and make excuses, in which case is this marriage Do you want to tell me about it? “

How you decide to deal with your own particular doubts will ultimately depend on you. While you may feel completely alone as you struggle to find answers, realize that the above advice comes not so much from me, but from countless others – people like you, who have come before you.

Good luck.

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Costa Rica’s hot spot is Arenal Volcano, La Fortuna


Costa Rica is known for its volcanoes, and the most famous is the most active: the Arenal volcano.

Arrival in La Fortuna

You can reach the Arenal Volcano by bus, and an hour from San Jose at Atlantico Norte Station at 12 Calle Street (12th Street). You want the bus to San Carlos. If you rented a car, it’s a beautiful drive from San José. And you will pass two excellent side points: Zarcero and San Carlos.

If you are driving, take the Međimurje motorway from San José to Puntarenas. Take the Naranjo-Ciudad Quesada exit. Zarcero is about a 90-minute drive from San José. Zarcero is a strange and beautiful town located in the mountains, at 1,700 meters above sea level. You will find the best cheese in Zarcer, so be sure to stop and pick up some Queso blanco (white cheese) which is my favorite cheese. Zarcero is very green with lots of vegetation and farms. A popular stop is the sculpture in the city. This guy makes beautiful sculptures of giant bushes. So you will see rabbits, oxen from oxen and much more carved out of these huge bushes.

I recommend you eat at Doña Chila’s, they serve typical Costa Rican food and it’s delicious! It is located just before you reach Zarcer. Here you will also see many suppliers selling fruits and cheeses from their small stalls – don’t forget to buy some Queso blanco.

Head now from Zarcer to San Carlos. Ciudiad Quesada is a shopping mall in the San Carlos Plain in the central province of Alajuela. This is the center of the northern zone. Depending on how much time you have, there is a nice Forrest reservation called Termales del Bosque. The ticket is 8 USD. Nice hiking and have thermal pools which are fantastic hot spring pools. From Ciudiada Quesada you will see signposts to La Fortuna and the volcano Aerenal. Just follow the signs. The total driving time from San Jose is about 3-1 / 2 hours.

Arenal Volvano, Travel Tips La Fortuna

Volcan Arenal has been active since 1968. It has a perfectly shaped cone that protrudes from Mount Alajuela. You can hear loud explosions and gray clouds of mushrooms emanating from the top of the volcano. You can also see boulders erupting the volcano and collapsing down the slopes. At night you can watch a good lion show. Now this doesn’t happen every time and many times thick fogs and clouds block your visibility. So sometimes you can’t even see the volcano, so I would call one of the hotels nearby and ask about visibility.

Be aware that there is a possibility that you will not see anything because of the clouds. The chances are even worse during the rainy season. Although, even during the dry season, clouds can still block your view – the best chance is to see lava flows and red stone thunderstorms erupt. I’ve been there many times and only twice got a big show. But going to La Fortuna is still worth it even if your chances of seeing a lava show are 50/50.

To maximize your chances of staying in one of the “observatory” lodges built for the best view of the volcano. Late at night or early dawn is the best choice to catch a lava show.

There are many hiking trails in the area to the observatory. From the station at the entrance to the park you can choose two trails, and one leads to the mountain volcano Chato which is extinct. It collapsed on itself and now the lake in the crater is surrounded by forest. You can access it by a hiking trail near the Arenalmirador (observatory) where you can watch the lava flow. There is a beautiful waterfall where you can go swimming, and it is called Catarata La Fortuna which is Spanish for La Fortuna waterfall.

Other activities include horseback riding and a canopy tour. Thermal pools are the best. These are hot springs. The Tabacon Lodge is a great place to relax in the hot spring thermal waters. You can get a daily passage to their pools which are built around the thermal waters. So, you are swimming in these naturally warm waters of the volcano. From here you can also get a view of the cone of the volcano. They have five natural mineral pools at different temperatures, one with a swimming jet, a water slide and a waterfall. They also have a Tico food restaurant and several bars. The cost is about $ 30 for a daily pass.

Be sure to see Cataratas Rio Fortuna. It is a beautiful waterfall located in a rainforest near the edge of the Arenal Volcano National Park. Admission is $ 1.50. You have to hike the canyon which can be challenging, but the reward is views of the beautiful waterfall and diving into the natural pool. The average temperature in this area is 75 degrees Fahrenheit.

Another beautiful place in this area is Lake Arenal which is a large accumulation lake at the foot of a volcano along the Guancaste hills. Many people enjoy rowing and fishing on the lake. Surfing is very popular here – you can rent surfing equipment if you wish.

Beneath the lake is old Arenal, a city that was submerged in the 1970s after being destroyed by a volcanic eruption in the 1960s. The most recent eruption was in 1968. Two villages were destroyed and over 80 people died. There has been some activity in recent years, but nothing like 1968. Before 1968, the volcano had been dormant for 400 years.

The La Fortuna area is one of my favorite attractions in Costa Rica.



Plants as a metaphor for change


David Bowie wrote a song about it. Barnes and Noble have numerous books on the subject. And, Netflix has at least thirty movies that promise to do so after you watch them. What do musicians, booksellers and electricity services have in common? To change. I’ve heard him say it takes twenty-one days to change a habit – maybe, maybe not. Change, in itself, is a reality and there are many ways to deal with change.

How do we see changes in our own lives? Sometimes the change can be so small that it seems like nothing is happening. Think about it – losing weight or quitting smoking. It can feel like taking 5 steps forward and 10 steps back. Other times change can be brutal and rapid. Think – an unexpected death, illness or a visitor from someone’s past. Maybe one of those situations resonated with you and created changes in your life. Many of us know how to measure changes in life: pounds lost on the scales, number of days without smoking, how many days of exercise, etc.

But what about the change that is constantly happening around us? How can we see it and how can we use it? In January 2011, I started aggressive chemotherapy and was denied what the drugs would do to me. I knew I was going to lose my hair and although I read about all the other side effects, I thought, “No, I’m in good shape, it’s not going to happen to me.” I was wrong.

About a month after starting treatment, I received the plant in a nine-inch pot from a friend from Minnesota. He was in his eighties and cared for his wife who had Parkinson’s disease. The seedling contained four different species of plants; it was green and perfect for my little apartment. I put the plant on a table by the window and watered it every Sunday. As I continued treatment, the plant thrived and eventually bloomed. I, on the other hand, failed. Of course, all the hair fell out, then the neuropathy started, followed by tinnitus, loss of taste and extreme fatigue.

The plant has become my metaphor for change. The sicker I got, the more I developed. It was sublime for me to see the beauty in such a small tank. As the years went by I noticed that the plant was struggling. I tried different locations in the apartment, more water, less water, more sun, less sun, but nothing seemed to work. It was still alive, but with little growth. Several years have passed without even flowering. At the same time, I was changing. My hair grew and like a plant I struggled to stay above the dirt. When I moved to a new apartment, I moved the plant thinking it needed more root space. It remained alive, but still did not bloom and did not sustain growth for long.

Four years after receiving the plant, I moved into the house and put it in the front window. She finally found her happy place. Today, six years after receiving the plant, it sits in a twelve-inch pot, still in the front window. It is twenty-four inches high and extends in a circle of fifty-five inches. The plant blooms at least once a month. The man who sent it to me lost his wife and about a year ago I lost him. The last time I saw him I shared a story about a five year old plant, but I think he barely remembered he sent it.

A plant that served me as a constant reminder that change is always ahead of us. The plant did well, then fought, then did well, then fought and now blooms. The plant served as a constant reminder to me that change is always ahead of us and that as humans we can bloom for days (weeks, months, and even years) and others struggle.

Sometimes I just stand next to the plant and look out the window. As it stands high, so I stand high. I am delighted with its beauty and persistence despite being rumored against it. This fall I looked out the window and saw a tree in the front yard covered with the most spectacular orange leaves I had ever seen and I almost cried. It was just from a postcard in Vermont and I live in North Carolina. It’s February now and there are no leaves, just empty branches. Like a plant, a tree changes. I remind you that they will have new sheets soon. The tree, like my plant, is another illustration of how change is before us, if we just take the time to notice it.

The plant has become my metaphor for change. What will be your metaphor? What can motivate you around you to create, face, accept, and accept change?



Lou is a beer garden, where beer grows


If the definition of a horticulturist is one who works in the disciplines of plant propagation, cultivation, field production and plant cultivation, then a “hop-culturologist” would be a beer grower-master of his domain.

It’s exactly who and what Lou Ramirez is; Very own additional beer master Miami Beaches. Chef and beer lover Luis Ramirez is the person behind this hip and very unique namesake, Lou’s Beer Garden, where all the delicious things are propagated and grown.

Last Saturday night I had the special pleasure of hanging out with my own Epicurean mayor of South Florida, ER Gagit, and his charming wife at Lou’s Beer Garden. When the “Mayor” says we’ll check out this new place, go; don’t ask questions because it will undoubtedly be an experience. And what a night it was! Lou’s Beer Garden is definitely where the locals go; he is very cool, hip and very friendly.

We first started tasting beers from all over the world, every as exotic and wild as their name, Dead Guy Ale, LongBoard, Pilsner Urquell, Double Arrogant Bastard, Raison D’Etre; The mayor’s wife and I emptied ourselves in the evening and got stuck with Shock Top. The Mayor in the right form literally added hair to his chest to his chosen Double Arrogant Bastard, Dead Guy Ale and Old Thumper E.S.A.

For the hip dish, we started with Lou’s special Belgian fries and round Bisque shrimp counters. Both starts were perfect! Who would have ever thought that the “gourmet specialty” at Beer Garden was tucked behind some indescribable historic deco hotel on the North Shore area? Pearls are always hidden in the oyster!

For dinner we had Burgers, Pizza and Tripe. Excellent and typical beer food in Burgers and Pizzas as one would expect, except Tripe? another creepy surprise of this beer and gastro-beer brewery in Miami Beach. So many screws from the blue part, in Lou’s Beer Garden, and I would venture to say that these are Lou’s everyday events and you have to check them out for yourself to truly experience it. The locals go there, and even if it’s not you, they greet you with open arms and huge smiles. They invite you to sit in their garden, unwind and have a beer with them; even throwing a burger on the grill for you, the secret hospitality here at Lou’s Beer Garden just couldn’t get any better than that. Whether you’re from Minnesota, Montana, Maine or Miami, they’ll treat you like a neighbor from Lou’s Beer Garden.



Medical marijuana: an insight into the patient’s journey



To date, medical marijuana has been legalized in the United States in 30 states, including the following:

Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connectiut, Delaware, DC, Florida, Hawaii, Illinois, Maine, Maryland, Massachusets, Michigan, Minnesota, Montana, Nevada, New Hamshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Dakota , Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Vermont, Washington, and West Virginia.

Each of these states has its own regulations and guidelines on use and qualifications.

Here in Florida, the Medical Marijuana Legalization Initiative, also known as Amendment 2, was adopted on November 8, 2016 for eligible patients under the supervision of a qualified and licensed marijuana physician. Furthermore, this amendment was adopted with a total of 6,518,919 (71.32%) YES votes and 2,621,845 (28.68%) NO.

The federal government has classified marijuana as a List 1 drug, which doctors illegally prescribe marijuana to their patients. These marijuana doctors can make recommendations for medical cannabis under state law that can be valid for up to one year. Patients cannot go to the pharmacy to fill out a prescription for medical marijuana.

Under strict regulations, marijuana doctors are prohibited from associating with any medical cannabis distributors or dispensaries.

Only certain patients who have “attenuated diseases” have legal protection under this amendment. Diseases classified in its provision include PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), chronic muscle cramps, multiple sclerosis, seizures, epilepsy, glaucoma, Crohn’s disease, cancer, HIV / AIDS, ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis or Lou Gehrig’s disease) and Parkinson’s .

Although the above ailments are referred to as “primary debilitating conditions,” in this provision, Amendment 2 also indicated: “or any other disease / condition of similar severity / symptom, determined by medical opinion that medical use of marijuana will outweigh any potential health risks.” .

There are currently about 56 known and enumerated marijuana doctors in Florida.

More information and specifics related to this topic can also be obtained from the Florida Health Department website ( on how to become a medical marijuana patient in Florida. More detailed information on Amendment 2 can also be found here.


A few months ago, I came across a Facebook video about a man with Parkinson’s disease who was given a shot of medical cannabis. The before and after videos were pretty impressive. Before treatment, you may see significant shivering, stuttering, and abnormal posture of this man. A very different person is shown after the video. His speech was intelligible and audible. He had no stuttering, shivering, and showed very controlled movements. This man walked and talked as any normal person would. He also shared how it improved his quality of life.

As a physical therapist with exposure to different cultures, I personally have mixed feelings about medical cannabis. However, as a healthcare professional it is quite an epiphany to witness one significant change in my patient with the use of medical cannabis.

G. J. L. with Parkinson’s disease

Mr. J.L. he has been coming to me for more than five years for physical therapy for problems caused by his Parkinson’s disease. Knowing the progressive nature of the disease, I observed how this gentle soul copes with the effects of this exhausting trouble. His primary care physician would refer him for treatment when he began to develop weakness, stiffness, shivering, and most of all balance problems where he reported falling at home.

We would see him each time for about six to eight weeks. We worked to improve his coordination, strength, flexibility and balance, with the primary purpose of making him safe and self-effacing at home, because he lives alone. It is also to keep from falling which predisposes him to more serious injuries and complications.


About a few weeks ago, he came to the office to schedule physical therapy because he was referred again by his doctor. Working with this patient over the years, I have been trying to figure out what has changed in him. I looked and watched carefully as I performed my initial assessment. Maybe he noticed the curiosity that bothered me because he was giving me a smile. I could no longer restrain my curiosity, I asked him, “Mr. J, what were your intentions?” Mr. J just laughed and asked me why curiosity!

Well, it finally occurred to me that Mr. J. almost had a shiver on his right arm where he manifested the typical shiver of this disease. His neck was straight and not moved to the right. Furthermore, his speech was clearer! Another thing that struck me was that he walked better. It’s not great, but he managed to turn around without having to mix what I’ve seen for years.

He finally shared with me that he had started taking medical cannabis for over a month as recommended by his neurologist. His friend apparently mentioned to him a Facebook video about a man with severe Parkinson’s disease. That man received a shot of medical cannabis, and the change was visible after only a few minutes. This apparently prompted him to consult a primary care physician and then a neurologist.

The change I saw with Mr. J after just over a month of consuming medical cannabis is significant. His speech improved. His voice is deeper and more sonorous. He didn’t stutter and controlled his right arm more than the almost non-existent shiver. And he stands straight. His balance and coordination have improved, even more so with the advanced retraining of balance he is currently receiving.

During his therapy sessions, Mr. J was able to bounce the ball on the floor faster with better precision. We saw him catch and catch the ball standing without anyone holding him. We used to stand behind someone and hold him back because he had slow reactions and reflexive reactions. His gait also improved. Just a few months ago, he would have pulled his right leg and walked with a very short stir. He would lose his balance with the slightest attempt to turn or raise his leg to stand on one leg.

These seemingly subtle changes in him in just over a month of using medical cannabis brought significance to his life. He shared that he feels more relaxed and is less worried about the fall. He can perform simple household chores with more confidence and is able to withstand more advanced therapeutic exercises during his physical therapies. She does not feel tired and is able to do multiple tasks during the day.

Mr. J is still on that journey and he wanted to share that experience and for me to tell his story. Knowing him and his background, he is not the type of person who would take marijuana indiscriminately for mere recreation and self-indulgence.

About Mr. J.L.

Mr. J is originally from New York and has moved to Florida. He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease approximately seven (7) years ago. He used to be the designer of the very prestigious Chinese manufacturer Syracuse, whose customers include the White House, 5-star hotels and prestigious restaurants. He was also a member of the Barber Shop Quartet as a tenor of SPEBSQSA (Society for the Preservation and Encouragement of Singing Barber Quartet in America), and participated in several amateur Broadway shows in New York City. He was an art teacher to high school students who taught drawing.

His life changed when he was called up for service sometime in 1986. He connected with a healing service that he found to be mostly with people who have tumors. He traveled abroad to expand his healing ministry. This attracted so much attention that even the media noticed and leaked some information about his ministry. He is now retired and lives in Palm Bay, Florida.

It is a privilege to know this special person who has done so much during his younger days. He devoted so much time and dedication to helping others. I deeply appreciate the humanitarian service provided by Mr. J and how his ministry has touched so many lives. I consider him another unconvinced hero of his time.

His willingness to share me is a clip of his story of privilege. Moreover, being able to work with him to improve his progress and see his motivation and determination over the years is a very inspiring experience.

Mr. J. L.’s personal battle with Parkinson’s disease.

Mr. J, he shared, was officially diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease some seven years ago. He was under the care of an internal medicine doctor who practices in Palm Bay, Florida.

About Parkinson’s disease

As described by Mayo Clinic staff: “Parkinson’s disease is a progressive disease of the nervous system that affects movement. It develops gradually, sometimes with barely noticeable tremor in just one hand. But while tremor may be a well-known sign of Parkinson’s disease, the disorder also it often causes stiffness or slowing of movement. “

Subsequent effects of the disease include the following: a faceless expression also called masked facies or hypomimia, and a decline in speech quality that may be condensed, soft, and even stuttering. These are very common in the patients I have worked with. It also affects the patient’s ability to walk. There is a loss of arm swing due to trunk stiffness, stiffness and ring change strokes resulting from misalignment.

Unfortunately, this disease is progressive and current medications aim to improve symptoms, but not necessarily the cure.

There is currently a lot of research in progress, including surgery to regulate certain areas of the brain and electrostimulation.

However, there is currently no standard treatment, as noted in the National Parkinson’s Foundation.

In addition, medications, lifestyle modifications, exercise, and rest are recommended.

Prescribed medications

Currently prescribed medications include the following: Carbidopa-Levodopa, Carbidopa-Levodopa Infusion, Dopamine Agonists, MAO-B Inhibitors, Catechol-O-Methyltransferase (COMT Inhibitors), Anticholinergics, and Amantadine. Source: Mayo Clinical Organization

Parkinson’s and surgery

Deep brain stimulation procedure (DBS) in a procedure in which electrodes are implanted in certain parts of the brain with a generator implanted in the chest area near the collarbone, which sends impulses to the brain aimed at reducing symptoms. However, it is not a cure and there are many risks and side effects. Both drugs and DBS will not stop the progression of the disease.

Parkinson’s and physical therapy

Physical therapists can work with this type of patient during different stages of the disease. This is primarily due to the functional decline resulting from incoordination, dyskinesia (involuntary movements) and rigidity which makes intentional and spontaneous movements very tiring.

These problems can make even the most basic functions such as feeding, grooming and toileting difficult. Walking becomes very unstable. Promoting walking is very common where it is difficult for them to take the first step (due to bradykinesia – very slow movement), but once they start, it is also very difficult to stop. Many of these patients are at high risk of falling and a large number during the advanced stages become completely dependent on care.

When it comes to physical therapy, educating patients about appropriate exercises, movement strategies, task modification, step training, and fall prevention is part of an overall care plan and functional intervention. They are often referred to as speech therapy for speech and feeding problems, and occupational therapy for basic self-preservation and hand or upper extremity functions.

Mr. J Battle

I first worked with Mr. J about 5 years ago. Although he was not in an advanced stage of the disease at the time, he manifested the primary visible symptoms of the disease: trembling of the hands and neck, masked facies, rigidity, and significant incoordination. He walked very slowly, moved and walked for a long time even from room to room because he was not able to make fast turns. When he turns, he tends to lose his balance and fall. His reflexes were very slow. He barely managed to catch the ball or bounce it. His speech was thick, barely audible, and he had stuttering. He had difficulty ascending and descending simple sidewalks and stairs. He fell from balance problems several times.

Mr. J persevered in the physical therapy program and was always very motivated. For each episode that was referred to us over the years, it was always improved and always followed the specific exercise program we prescribed for it. But due to the progressive nature of the disease, he would have a physical decline and we had to work with him again.

He shared the story of how he first noticed a change in him since Parkinson’s. What he mentioned earlier was when he taught drawing to high school students in his art class in New York. He said it was progressively difficult for him to draw and use his right hand because he developed tremors. The rest followed, including a change in facial expression, stiffness, and a feeling of stiffness all the time. This became progressively worse over the years until his move to Florida.

Once under the care of an internist, he was prescribed Sinemet and other medications he had been taking over the years.

The last time I saw him in treatment was in early 2016 where he had significant shivering in his right arm and involuntary twitching in his neck. His masked facies progressed, his face was almost bearable, and he walked with so much rolling and difficulty. He barely managed to move one leg in front of the other. He also reported falls due to worsening balance problems.

That’s why, in March of this year, I saw him in the significant changes he attributed to medical cannabis.

Medical cannabis: capsules and gums

He further shared his story. Hearing about the potential benefits of medical cannabis for Parkinson’s disease, he consulted with his primary care physician who referred him for further consultation with his neurologist. His neurologist recommended trying medical cannabis because of the advanced nature of his Parkinson’s disease.

Mr. J then started with medical cannabis capsules, where he said it contained about 30 pieces of 25 mg capsules. It cost him about $ 80, including shipping. Along with his shipment came a sample package of rubber versions of about 5 tires in a package. According to him, the capsules were bitter, and he took 1 capsule a day.

He added that after taking the first capsule he had ever felt so relaxed and calm. He could move more easily, get into bed easier, get in better and lean back from the chair. He also noticed that his tremors were much less than the first time.

Mr. J stated that he prefers cannabis gum because it tastes like candy and is tastier than capsules. Moreover, the rubber effect looked much faster than the capsule effect and was much cheaper. Capsules per piece cost about $ 3, and erasers would cost about $ 1 per piece.

To mimic the effect of the erasers, Mr. J said he tried to melt the capsule under his tongue to remove the edge of the bitterness. He also chewed plain bear gum candies. This worked for him.

To this day, Mr. J continues with physical therapy, where we see that he better tolerates and performs high-level balance training tasks that he was not capable of before. He has very little tremor on his right arm, he no longer shows twitching in his neck, and his reflexes have improved. I see it in his ability to make a turn and not lose his balance. We don’t have to hold him as he catches, throws or bounces the ball to improve his protective reflective reflexes that he needs to keep from falling. he can raise his legs more while walking and his mixing is so much less.

Still aware of the progressive nature of this disease, it is only inspiring to see how this very soft, cordial, intelligent and talented individual overcomes the simple everyday functional barriers brought about by this debilitating and irreversible disease.

For a population afflicted with debilitated diseases, the blessing of daily victory in the ability to move and perform tasks that seem trivial to most.

Legalization of medical marijuana is currently and will be in battle in Congress. We all have different views and strong opinions on this issue. Research on its advantages and disadvantages is ongoing. I envision a greater awareness of its existence as an alternative treatment to various diseases that do not respond to conventional medicine and treatment.

However, as a medical professional he fulfills the opportunity to witness functional changes in Mr. J., as he is able to remain independent and self-sufficient despite his disability.

I am currently working on finding an individual who can share with me the negative effects of medical marijuana as well. I would like to contact you and be able to share my journey and experience, of course, anonymously.

Please contact me if you have anything to share.

Greetings for a wonderful day and see you next article!