It’s a known fact that, Violence against women is deeply rooted in the history of human civilizations…and the undisputed cause for this human rights violation is the physical difference between both genders and religion/tradition..!! Even though we upgraded so many technology and living standards, this phenomenon remained the same..!!
It looks like Nobody took the initiative to give voice, against this violence against women until in the mid centuries some feminist movement came in to existence. However, the overruled patriarchal system gave men a superior power over the females, hence till date these movements couldn’t ensure necessary elements like safety, equality and peaceful environment for each and every woman out there..!
“Violence against women is perhaps the most shameful human rights violation, and it is perhaps the most pervasive. It knows no boundaries of geography, culture or wealth. As long as it continues, we cannot claim to be making real…
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Move the words out of your heart – say anything man. Be funny, dumb, endearing, stilted, embarrassing, true and simple. If they stay in your heart they will block your arteries and give you a heart attack.
Say how you feel. Because you want to understand and be understood. Understand what causes you to feel inspired or lost, confident or frustrated. And be understood as you go through the process of using these words to grow.
Find your words for love and vulnerability, of vision and belief.
Practice the words for sorry and appreciation, worry and forgiveness.
Repeat the words that elevate you and are a catalyst for other men.
Move the words out of your heart and into the world so we can all hear and learn:
I recently came across another chain mail, about the numbers below plastic bottles we use. According to this mail, the number (generally within a triangle) written at the bottom, which ranges from one to seven, indicates how many times that particular plastic is recycled in reverse order. I dug a little deeper. Apparently, the number printed has nothing to do with the number of times plastic has been recycled. It’s just the type of plastic which is used for that particular bottle. 5 is polypropylene and 1 is polyethlyene terephthalate etc etc.
One primary use of having the numbers if to help recyclers to sort into appropriate groups. In other words, identification number.
Woodstock Music Festival in 1969 was a cultural landmark. Equal amounts of loud music, free .. everything and probably not nearly enough port-a pottys . Despite underestimating the number of attendees drastically (planning for 50,00 people while 400,00 decided to show up) they handled the expected prevalence of drug issues with professionalism and care.
With teamwork and service,
The following is from jems.com.com. The point is to highlight the way they utilized the experience of existing patients to help new paitnets – in the moment. That’s the point. In any relationship. To be in the moment. To respond in the moment with your best self. To cause in others belief in the relationship.
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The handling of drug cases proved particularly effective. Abruzzi reported 797 cases of “bad trips” that required care. But of those cases, only 72 were seen by a doctor, and only 28 were treated with medications. The vast majority responded to supportive therapy alone.
Woodstock promoters had hired 85 members of a commune known as the “Hog Farm” based on their experience running “trip tents” at other festivals. The Hog Farmers had developed a methodical approach to LSD freakouts. They advised against the use of Thorazine and instead recommended “talking down” patients experiencing a bad trip.
This method included talking quietly with patients, assuring them that they weren’t going crazy and that the effects of the drug would soon wear off. They tried to get “trippers” to connect to reality, orient themselves and relax.
When a few hours had passed and patients had calmed down, they were recruited to help others with similar problems cope with the drug experience. This responsibility steadied the original patient and provided the manpower needed for the lengthy process of talking others down.
The technique worked, and the medical providers began to refer LSD trippers directly to the Hog Farmers. They adopted the technique themselves. “We would sit there and talk to the kids and hold their hands,” Frances Marks, RN, remembered. “We got our philosophy into the doctors’ heads, and they started treating people like we were treating people,” remembered Hog Farmer Tom Law.2
At the same time, the Hog Farmers were savvy enough to quickly refer more serious drug cases—particularly overdoses of heroin or amphetamines—to medical personnel. Injectable Valium (diazepam) was the standard treatment at the festival for LSD or amphetamine users who couldn’t be talked down.
To the Nature Spirits of the little waves on the pebbly beach …
… with your little breaking waves that curl quick and complete. As the curl runs out of water to draw up from below the small curl crashes in miniature on the shore. Tickling the pebbles as it slides up the shore and gurgles back into the lake.
The clear water bathing the pebbles highlights all the mineral specks and streaks, iron red and carbon black, the shiny and dark and sparkling.
Again and once again. Slightly bigger little waves when the wind picks up.
You live on the compact curl and crash of the undulating lake. You thrive in the soothing tickle and gurgle of water among the pebbles.
You are buoyed by their constancy and float on the spontaneity of each new little wave.
Your style permeating those waves pulls in my gaze so I try to locate your magnetic magic – I never do. But I do end up rediscovering rejuvenating peace, getting cleansed by your soft yet exact presence.
To the Nature Spirits of the little waves on the pebbly beach – Thank you.
I was driving to work at 7 am going north on the highway on a beautiful fall morning when a white van passed me on the left. At this point in the highway there were about 5 lanes so people were passing me on all sides. The white Dodge caravan, same vehicle as mine, has the words on the back ‘school purpose vehicle’.
At that moment I didn’t think, if a school purpose vehicle is passing me I must be a really slow driver. Instead I had the thought ‘______________ purpose vehicle’. My life is a ________________ purpose vehicle. Any person is a vehicle for purpose. Some of us allow the struggle to discover that purpose to become part of our conversation to share wisdom and worry.
We a re not talking so much about the purpose of a career as that is more in relation to society and making a living.
What is being referred to here is personal purpose, human purpose.
Fill in the blank: My life is a _______________ purpose vehicle.
You can have many purposes for which you are a vehicle. For example
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