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To make life easier for everyone, I have linked the parts. Start My Story by reading Part 1: The Clean Out first. Then, simply click on the link at the end of each post. This will take you directly to the next part in the story.
The Police and the Letter
Part 12
On 15 June 2006, exactly four weeks after Barry died by suicide, Daniel and I were asked to attend the police station and give statements. We were also asked to bring support as the police believed that I would not be able to drive home afterwards. Why? Gary and I asked ourselves. Why wouldn't I be able to drive home? We couldn't think of a reason.
The "interview" took three hours. Naturally, we had to give our statements separately, so we were taken to different rooms and asked questions. As I said earlier, it's been four weeks so I was able to talk about the events leading up to Barry's death without getting too upset. I knew the details, yet still I found it difficult to remember everything. However, this was mainly because of the grief … and there's something about being asked question by the police.
Then, out of the blue, the police officer informed us that she had something to show us. She went on to tell us that they had found a letter on the night that Barry had taken his own life, written by Barry, and that they had taken it as evidence. This information left me shocked, scared … and angry. I was shocked because we had torn the house and garage apart looking for a letter, looking for a reason and had finally accepted the fact that we wouldn't find anything and we would never know. I was scared because I didn't know what I'd discover in Barry's words. And I was angry because it took the police four weeks to tell us that a letter existed. This was totally unfair of them. Didn't they realise that we desperately needed the information contained in such a letter?
The policewoman asked if I would be able to identify Barry's handwriting, which, of course, was a stupid question. Of course I'd know my own son's handwriting.
Then she produced the letter. It was five pages long and addressed to his girlfriend. However, I must mention that the letter had been ripped up and thrown away, so Barry never intended for her to see this letter. Barry didn't mention any family member, except our dog, BJ, who passed away a week before Barry. I felt a little relieved that the family wasn't mentioned because it meant that Barry didn't have any issues with any of us. I was upset by the lack of a written "I love you, Mum". However, I got over that omission quickly because I know that Barry's thoughts were not turned towards me, they were focused inward on his own problems.
The letter proves that Barry planned his fate and he meant to end his life when he did. There's no doubt about that. At the end of the letter, he dated it, put the time and then wrote:
26/6/87 – 17/5/06
So, in actual fact, he planned to take his life on the Wednesday, instead of the Thursday. We don't know what stopped him, but we do believe that he was living out the words to the song "Goodbye, My Lover". The reason we believe this is because he used certain words in the letter that came straight from the song. He also ended the letter with the song title. We believe that he wanted his "soul out into the night". Upon hearing this Daniel broke down. He suddenly realised that Barry had tried to get Daniel to go to bed early. Barry asked Daniel several time that night, "Aren't you tired, why don't you go to bed?" But Daniel said he was enjoying the time they were sharing together and didn't want to go to bed, even though he was really tired.
Daniel went to bed at midnight. I believe that Barry's plan had been spoiled (because it was now the 18th), so he went to bed and we know he took his life during the next day instead.
It was difficult to read Barry's words. He said that he knew his actions were selfish, but he was doing this thing for himself. He said that he couldn't bear life without his girlfriend (they were "taking a break"). He wanted the last hug and kiss to be from her. He said he had thought about it for a long while and planned it right down to when, where, how and even the time. He said that by the time his girlfriend read the letter, he would be well and truly gone, but he would be up above watching over her and keeping her safe. He said by doing what he planned to do, he would not feel "a thing" anymore.
Now we have Barry's reason for doing what he did, but I still firmly believe there's more to this story than what's been written here. Only Barry knows the truth and he's not here to tell us. Yet, our tortured minds will not allow us to push the details into a dark corner and forget them. We continue to hunt for more information, and I think we'll continue to do that for a while yet.
The pain and suffering has ended for Barry, but for his family it's only just begun. We still wait for him to come home, and we still listen for his footsteps and favourite greeting. I stare at every 18 year old boy in the street, dressed in clothing similar to what Barry used to wear, hoping by some miracle to see my son's face. I hear his songs on the radio, I see his favourite movie stars (Arnold Schwarzenegger and Johny Depp) on TV and in magazines. And I find that everywhere I look is something to remind me of his hanging (even on The Simpsons). Reminders are everywhere.
Not a day goes by when I haven't thought about Barry constantly. Even during work hours, his face is foremost in my mind. But at least I can see his face again. That's a good sign and a huge comfort.
Believe me when I say that the grieving doesn't end after the funeral. And it doesn't mean that the loved one has been put to rest, so it's time for the family to move on. There was, and is, no finality for me. I haven't said goodbye. I plan on seeing that happy, smiling face of my youngest son, Barry, again. In the meantime, I'm left with a million and one things to do. For example, apply for a copy of the autopsy report, cancel his driving license and Medicare, fix up his superannuation funds, close his bank account, sort through his remaining belongings and the list goes on. For others it might stop after the funeral, but for the family there is always something that needs to be dealt with.
These things only push those family members back into the deepest, darkest pit where the sudden death of a loved one put them. Is it any wonder that we have no energy, no social skills, no will and no tolerance? We are exhausted. We are too busy trying to climb out of the pit and find our way back into the light.
Hopefully, next month will be better for all of us.
Whilst the pain continues for my family, here ends My Story, or should I say Barry's Story. We require time to heal. We will look for comfort from each other and eventually our lives will begin to move forward. As they say, "life goes on", and it will because I will not let this wreck what's left of my family.
Updated 7 September 2006: Read Another Piece of the Puzzle for an update on the letter. This is now a private entry and cannot be viewed by the public.
Bringing Barry Home
Part 11 – I originally wrote this post on 9 June 2006, however, I realise now that it should be part of My Story so I have reposted it and deleted the original post.
On 8 June 2006, I wrote a post about preparing to collect Barry's ashes. Today, I've been putting off writing my account of the day. Why? It was most definitely one of the worst days of my life. However, my partner, Gary, tells me that it was, in fact, the worst day of his life.
In the car we both felt sick in the stomach. This was coupled with a terrible headache for me and backache for Gary – stress. As we drove closer and closer to the memorial park, the pains in my stomach tripled. I felt physically sick. A feeling of dread came over me when Gary parked the car and we began walking towards the building.
Inside the small office, Gary was calm, while I was shaking with the emotions running through my body. The paperwork only took a few minutes, and then the woman said, "I'll go and get him". Tears sprang to my eyes as I prayed that she would do just that – walk through the door with a living Barry in tow. It didn't happen. Instead, she re-entered the room with a bag. Inside the bad was a plastic container.
Upon seeing it, my resolve left me. I found it difficult to see the remaining form, let alone read aloud the number that identified the container as my son. It was a cold act that no parent should have to face. Once it was confirmed that we had the correct container, the woman placed the bag within Gary's arms. None of us spoke a single word. We left the office.
As soon as Gary and I stepped out of the building the flood gates opened. We both broke down. It would be a long time before either of us would be able to talk, let alone drive home. We managed to get to the car, I sat in the passenger's seat and Gary placed my son on my lap. The plaque from his coffin – Barry Andrew Henderson, Aged 18 years – shone up at me, blurred by the tears that wouldn't stop flowing.
We sat in the car for the longest time, sobbing. Gary, the man who had bravely carried me through the last three weeks, finally broke. Everything came crashing down, and he lost all control. It broke my heart to see him like that, just as much as it broke my heart to be holding my baby in a tiny, grey box.
I don't know how long we sat there. I do know that we never spoke a word. We drove home and came into a cold, empty house and I felt that's how my heart had grown. Home again. My son was home again, but not in the way I wanted and needed.
For a while, I stood in the kitchen hugging the container close to my heart. Sobbing continually. Gary grabbed my shoulders and guided me to Barry's bedroom. We placed him on his bed, surrounded by the things that he hadn't thrown away.
No words can truly describe the anguish we both felt. The pain was as raw and open as it could be. We cried on and off for eight hours, before the tears finally subsided and gave way to exhaustion. The emptiness that I've felt for three weeks finally claimed its hold on Gary. He said that it felt like he was carrying a baby and that nothing on Earth could have separated him and Barry during that short trip to the car. He said that he realised how much he had come to love Barry in the years that they knew each other. He realised that the pain I have been feeling is much more intense than he could ever imagine.
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The Funeral
Part 10
The funeral service for Barry was held at 11am on 30 May 2006 at Pine Grove.
When arranging the funeral, I was asked how many "Order of Service" leaflets we would need. I said fifty would probably be too many as we are a very small family – 14 in total, on both side of the family. The funeral director frowned and said she would do 100. Later, she phoned me and said that she still didn't think that would be enough and she would do 150. I honestly felt that she was wasting paper, because we are not a social family with heaps of friends, but I didn't argue. I didn't have the strength.
On the morning of the funeral, Gary and I got ready quietly. Each of us was focused inwardly. We had been told to arrive at least 20 minutes early as we had arranged a private coffin bearing for family members only. However, when we arrived at the chapel it was already crowded. I never knew that Barry had so many friends. It lightened my heart.
It was soon realised that the coffin bearing would not be a private affair, so plans were quickly changed and everyone was ushered into the chapel. We waited. Meanwhile the first of Barry's favourite songs was playing – "I Would Do Anything for Love" by Meat Loaf.
It seemed like an eternity, but finally the minister asked us to rise.
There were six coffin bearers: Andy (Barry's Dad), Gary, Daniel, Jamie (Barry's cousin), Peejay and Matt (two of Barry's best friends). I saw none of them.
For me, the chapel was empty apart for me and the coffin. The coffin hovered in mid-air and slowly moved down the aisle towards me. I remember thinking that I was going to pass out; I staggered, but regained my footing. I know that in those moments I was distraught. The tears flowed freely, I was gasping for breath. My son lay in that coffin. I couldn't accept that fact.
Words. There were lots of words spoken after that. I remember Gary standing tall and speaking clearly on my behalf. The words I had written, that would never feel adequate enough, were spoken with strength and conviction. Gary only faltered once when he tried to speak the personal words that I had written to Barry, but he quickly pushed the lump in his throat aside and continued in his strong voice. He held on until the end. It was only when he reached the pew, and sat beside me, that he allowed his grief to overcome him and he sobbed. Olga, the funeral director, then read the words Daniel had written for Barry – lovely, sentimental words that touched my heart and still make me cry when I think about them.
Then…we were asked to reflect on happy memories of Barry while his favourite song played – "Kingston Town" by UB40.
This is a poem that was read out next. The minister asked Barry's loved ones to imagine Barry actually saying the words:
Do not sit here and weep.
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
I am the shining star at night,
When you awake to the morning light.
My time has come, I am at rest.
I am the sunset in the west,
I am the clouds that race above,
Where I watch over those I love.
Do not sit here and cry,
I am not here, I do not die,
So hear these words that now I say,
I am the love that guides your way.
Following the poem was The Lord's Prayer and then the committal. By this stage, I wasn't really with it because I knew the end was near and that my last goodbye was approaching.
To the words of a special song between Barry and his older brother, Daniel – The Wanderer by Dion – Gary and I left our seat and approached the coffin for the final time. I whispered "I love you" and placed a yellow flower on the coffin then turned and walked away. I refused to say "goodbye", and have not said those words once as goodbye is final and I plan to see Barry again. I knew that the rest of the family had approached the coffin too, and I heard the minister invite the rest of the congregation to follow suit.
It was at this point, as Gary and I walked up the aisle, that I realised just how many people were present. Even the 150 "Order of Service" leaflets were not enough. The crowd parted to let us through the doors and I saw row upon row of grieving friends. Outside, at least two or three dozen more people gathered. It still brings tears to my eyes to know that Barry was so well loved, yet he left this world feeling so alone.
Outside, fresh tears fell. A sea of faces appeared before me, all offering a hug. People from decades past, people I'd never met before, Barry's old girlfriends and school friends, and people who were just names to me until this sad day. No words were necessary. It was obvious that they shared my pain.
I deliberately arranged it so that we didn't see the curtain close around Barry's coffin. I've only witnessed that once and it was heart breaking. I couldn't bear to witness it with my son, and I didn't feel that anyone else wanted to see that either.
Barry's family and friends came together to say goodbye. We cried together. We hugged each other. We reminisced. As painful as it was, it didn't leave me with a sense of finality or closure. I still was unable to accept what had happened and that my son was gone forever. However, it did leave me with the feeling that Barry was loved in this world. As his mother, that was important for me to know.
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The Viewing
Part 9
Before this happened, I was always of the opinion that I would never attend a viewing of any deceased person – especially a loved one. I always believed that it would be better to remember the person in happy times, instead of replacing that image with that of a … dead person. However, until something like this happens to you, there's no way you can know how you will truly react or feel.
Maybe it was the circumstances that changed my mind. My son died by suicide and I was in a state of shock and denial (still am to a degree). My older son, Daniel, identified the body, but, for me, there was still this glimmer of hope that a mistake had been made. Perhaps Daniel was wrong, perhaps it wasn't Barry at all. Perhaps Barry was staying with an unknown friend and didn't know the pain we were going through. These thoughts would not leave my mind. I had to see Barry for myself and make sure.
On 29 May 2006, my family and Barry's Dad's family attended the viewing. I can't speak for anyone else, and to be honest, I wasn't interested in anyone else. The viewing was a nasty thing, but I also feel that it was essential.
I was nervous. My stomach churned over and over as we waited to go in. Being Barry's mother, I was the first to step through the door. From my vantage point, I could see his spiked hair. Already my heart was sinking. I took a few steps closer and all hope was gone.
"Oh, Barry!" I cried.
Gary held me up. We cried torrents of tears as I looked at the face of my boy. We had been warned that he was cold. But we had been encouraged to touch him, to hold his hand. The first time I kissed Barry's forehead wasn't pleasant, but it did become easier with time.
My family had seen him, had cried, had tried to comfort each other. We left and allowed Barry's father, and that side of the family, to have their turn. Sitting outside, in the sun, wasn't easy for me. I wanted to return to my son. I needed to say the things that I was holding deep inside myself. Yet I waited.
Finally, Daniel (who had gone in with me, and stayed in the room with his father too) called me in. Gary and my mum came with me. This is another thing that I never believed I would do, but again, we were encouraged to do this. We took photos of Barry in the coffin. These photos will be placed in a small album and hidden away. No one will ever see them. I may never look at them again, but if I need to, they are there because as I've been told numerous times "afterwards it's too late to change your mind".
After several minutes, I asked if I could be left alone with Barry. However, my ex-husband came in after about 20 seconds, so I still hadn't had time to say the words I needed to say.
We stood in silence – Barry's mother and father – gazing down at our son. Neither of us able to accept what had happened. In a strange way, I believe Barry would have wanted that time together – just the three of us.
Then, his dad left me alone with him. Not knowing how long I had before some well meaning person came back into the room, I blurted out the words that were troubling me.
"I'm sorry, Barry. I'm sorry for failing you. I'm sorry for not knowing what you were going through. I'm sorry that I didn't make things right. I'm not angry with you, but I forgive you anyway. I have always loved you, and always will. And I'll never, ever forget you."
I barely got the words out and the door opened and the funeral director came in. She was a wonderful woman, who took our family into her heart. She cared for us and she took care of Barry for us. I know that without a doubt. We stood with Barry in silence for a moment and then I said, "I don't want to leave him. I don't want him to think that I'm deserting him."
She hugged me and left, unable to say anything other than, "As a mother, I know what you mean."
I knew it was time to leave, but I didn't want to. I walked to the door, paused and turned to take one last look at the face I knew and loved so much. Tears sprang to my eyes and I ran back to the coffin. "I'm not leaving you, Barry. I could never do that. I'm taking you with me, in my heart."
I kissed him and left.
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Making Plans and Saying Goodbye
Part 8
In hindsight, the signs were plain. We look back now and can see when and where Barry was saying goodbye. These memories break my heart because I wish I'd picked up on them then…rather than now, when it's too late.
Barry had sent Daniel a text message, "I know I don't say this often, but I love you."
On the last phone call me and Barry had together, he said, "I love you."
He sent text messages to a few of his mates with vague, cryptic goodbyes.
Apparently, he waited for Tara (his girlfriend) to come out from work on the Monday afternoon. He gave her all the things that she had given to him over the months they had been together and then asked for a hug. She asked why and he said that he'd tell her after she gave him a hug. They hugged and then he said "goodbye" and walked away. She thought they were breaking up for good and threw everything away when she got home. The garbage was collected that night, so she couldn't get any of it back.
He requested a special "brothers" night for him and Daniel. They had a night together that Daniel will never forget. I'm so happy about that.
We know that Barry planned his suicide because:
1. He placed his bag, and wallet, on the kitchen table to alert Daniel that he was home. He always went straight to his room and put the bag on his bed. Why would he change habits now?
2. He placed his mobile phone under the garage window, so that when Daniel tried to phone him, Daniel would hear the phone ringing. Unfortunately, he didn't.
3. He had cleaned out his things.
4. He had left a light on, but maybe he did that because the garage is dark (even during the day) and he couldn't see what he was doing without it.
5. He took his thongs off, and put joggers on. We know this because the thongs were left with his bag. This was for better grip to make sure the object he stood on would fall over when he wanted it too. Again, there was no reason to leave the bag and thongs in the kitchen, when he had to go into his bedroom to change his shoes. He wanted Daniel to know that he was home, but Daniel didn't realise what was happening.
We believe that Barry got up that morning, washed up, then went out to post a letter and CD to Tara. Tara never received these things, so he either 1) changed his mind and threw them away, 2) posted them and they went astray, or, 3) Tara's parents received them and threw them away, without reading the letter and without telling Tara.
When he got home, we believe he placed the bag on the table and went straight to the garage and ended his life.
At first, I believed that this was his plan. However, little details that seemed out of place started to cloud my judgement. Instead, I started to wonder if it had been a test run gone wrong. Believe it or not, I find this possibility horrifying because I imagine Barry struggling to save his life. The thought of him in pain, struggling tortures me. I can't stand the images that come to mind. I want the end to be quick and painless for him. I need it to be that way.
I guess I'll never know for sure, unless these details are in the Coroner's report.
Edited on 24 August 2006: It's now known that the letter was posted prior to the Thursday, because it reached its destination on or before that date. As we are certain that Barry burned the CD on the Monday evening, it means that the letter and CD were posted on the Tuesday or Wednesday. So where did Barry go on Thursday morning? The only other possibility was to buy the rope he needed to hang himself. This thought breaks my heart.
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The Consuming Fear
Part 7
The next four days are still a bit of a haze to me. People continued to come and go. The sweet aroma of flowers filled every room. Cards were placed on every available surface.
My mind churned over and over. Why? What if? The events of the past weeks, the conversations I had with Barry, the finding of clues that went unnoticed until afterwards. If only…we hadn't gone on holiday that week; I had been more alert; I had seen the signs beforehand. It was essential that we fit the pieces of the puzzle together, but that's hard to do when there are pieces missing. We speculated, we grasped at straws, our vivid imaginations made things up. All this left us feeling exhausted and drained.
On top of all these things, I also had an all consuming fear darkening my thoughts. I even had nightmares regarding this fear. Would Daniel follow his brother into death? The garage roller door was left unlocked, because we couldn't find the key. The fear was so strong that I even left my bed in the early hours of the morning to check the garage. I have no idea what I would have done if I'd found Daniel in there. It doesn't bare thinking about, but I couldn't rest easy because of the constant fear nagging at me.
I talked to Daniel about how he was feeling, but I didn't want to put pressure on him. He had too much on his mind already, without me making matters worse. He had found his brother, so he had an image in his mind that wouldn't leave him. He also realised that the police suspected him, even if it was only briefly, of murder. I felt the need to get him, and me, to a counsellor. He wasn't keen, at first, but soon consented to me making the appointments.
On the fourth day, Gary found the garage key. With the garage locked up, and the key hidden, I felt a surge of relief. However, now I believe that I didn't give my oldest son the credit he deserves. He's much stronger than I realised. Much stronger. I'm aware that he's concerned about me…and his father. I know that he is trying to do the right thing by everyone. He had to mature quickly, and whilst I know the depth of his sorrow, I'm so proud of the way he's handling the situation. I'm proud of him (and yes, I have told him that).
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Those First Hours
Part 6
We arrived home at 5.30am. Even now we both find it amazing that we actually made it without being in an accident. It was raining quite hard, and it was foggy. We were tired, distraught and careless, but we did make it.
We arrived home at dawn. The street was quiet. The house was deserted. Daniel had phoned me during the drive home and asked if it would be alright if he stayed with his uncle. I told him that I didn't expect him to stay at the house on his own, and to come over whenever he was ready in the morning.
We know that there were six police cars parked out front during the night, plus a forensics van. We also knew that the police had gone through everything inside the house and garage. We were expecting to feel violated when we got home, but upon entering the house nothing had been left out of place. If Daniel hadn't told us, we would never have known.
The house was cold and empty, much like our bodies. It felt like we had walked into a giant void. There was nothing homely about the place. It felt like a sterile building only.
We stepped over the threshold, and the emotions bubbled up inside me. I went straight to Barry's room and fell apart all over again. No words can ever describe the anguish I felt.
We roamed around the house, looking for a suicide note. Anything to suggest why this terrible thing had happened, but there was nothing. That's what the police were looking for too. We did, however, find a warrant on the kitchen bench. The police were investigating a "murder". That cut me to the core and I wondered if Daniel realised that he was a suspect.
At this time the feelings running through my body were swift and vague. They mounted and erupted, then turned to something else within minutes of each other. Words were not spoken. What could be said at such a time?
I made my first phone call – to my mum. It was before 6am, but I needed the support and comfort of my parents. I remember the scream my mother let out, but I can't remember the words we shared.
The entire day flew by in a vague blur of tears and disbelief. People arrived at the house to hug me and tell me how sorry they were. Flowers were thrust into my arms. Yet I remember little of those hours.
Daniel arrived and it was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I realised then, that my greatest fear was that Daniel might follow his brother into death. These thoughts tortured my mind and while my surviving son was standing in front of me, I knew that he was safe. I had to keep him safe at all costs. Together, we searched, desperate to find a reason why Barry took his own life. It became the only thing that gave us energy to carry on.
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The Worst Moment of My Life
Part 5
Thursday, 18th May 2006.
I felt irritable all day. Gary asked me numerous times what was wrong, but I didn't know. I can't remember what we did, but we spent the day walking in the sunshine – I do know that. That evening, my stomach kept churning over. I felt uneasy.
At 11.30pm there was a phone call on my mobile. I was half asleep and couldn't find the phone, so missed the call. Two minutes later, the phone rang again. I instinctively knew that something was wrong.
Daniel's voice was calm, he spoke slowly. He told me that he had arrived home from work at 4.45pm, but Barry wasn't at home. However, his backpack and wallet were on the table. This was uncharacteristic of Barry. Daniel told me that the back door was unlocked and left open. Again, this was not usual behaviour.
Daniel went on to tell me that he had tried to phone Barry's mobile at least a dozen times, but there was no answer. At first, he thought he was over at the shops with his mates, but another phone call to one of them proved that incorrect. Daniel was worried, but he figured that Barry must have met up with another friend and would be home late. Perhaps his phone was on silent and he wasn't hearing the phone calls.
Daniel said that he had to go to bed because he was going to work the next day (Friday) and he felt tired. However, he felt uncomfortable going to bed without knowing where Barry was. Sitting out the front, on the veranda, the people from across the road invited him over. Daniel thought this was a good idea. He locked up the house, but had to leave through the back door because he didn't have a key to the front door. It was then that he saw it.
The garage light was on.
Daniel calmly told me that he walked towards the little window and stood there looking at Barry. He said that he couldn't understand what Barry was doing, why he was just standing there. He called out, "Barry, what are you doing?"
Daniel ran to the garage door and threw it up. It was at this stage that he realised that Barry wasn't standing, he was hanging.
I didn't hear anything after this. I remember screaming "No" into the phone and collapsing to the ground. Gary took the phone from me and talked to Daniel for a little longer. He also spoke to a police officer.
Meanwhile, I was distraught, shaking and my mind was running at a thousand miles an hour, but a glimmer of hope awakened inside me and I grabbed the phone and asked, "He's going to be alright though, isn't he?"
"Mum, he has been hanging there for hours. He's gone," replied Daniel.
"Gone to the hospital?" My mind wouldn't accept the truth.
"No, he's dead."
This was the worst moment of my life. I never expected to hear these words uttered about one of my sons. How could it be true? He was 18 years old. He had the world ahead of him. Now, he was gone forever.
By 12.15am, we had packed everything into the car and left the resort. By 12.30am, we had left the coastal town and were on the highway heading home. It was the longest five hour drive I've ever had to endure.
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The Holiday and the Last Conversation
Part 4
Gary and I went on holiday. The first one is a while. We needed the break, the change of scenery and the time alone together. It was wonderful – even though I can't remember a lot of it now.
I remember being worried about our kittens – Sophie and Jasper – on that first night. They don't like strangers and I was concerned that they may have disliked "strangers" being in the house because my older son, Daniel, and his girlfriend, Angie, were staying at the house with Barry for the four nights. I rang the house and spoke to Barry about it. He was laughing and told me that they were fine. He also told me that he was now the boss and he'd changed the rules and allowed Peppi (our third cat) inside. I laughed and told him that it was up to him, but I hope he was prepared to clean up the vomit (Peppi was notorious for that, and that's why he wasn't allowed inside). He was certain that he wouldn't have to do such a "stinking" thing, but if it did happen, he'd talk Angie into cleaning it up for him.
Our holiday continued.
On Wednesday night, I had the urge to phone Barry again. He sounded relaxed. He told me that Peppi was behaving himself and that Angie had gone home, leaving Daniel and Barry to their own devices for the evening. He said they were going to play games (the Playstation) and have fun.
Then, he started to grill me. "When are you coming home?" "Are you sure you're coming home on Friday?" "What time on Friday?" "So you're not coming home on Thursday?"
I assured him that we'd arrive home after lunch on Friday. My only thought at these questions was that he was planning a party. Then, out of the blue, he said, "I love you." It wasn't the same as a normal "love ya" at the end of a phone call, it was said with depth and meaning. It was something that I'd never heard from Barry before. I didn't say anything to him about it because I didn't want to scare him from saying it like that again, so I said "I love you too, Barry." There was a pause. I said, "I'll see you on Friday." His reply was simply, "Bye." These were to be the last words I heard Barry say.
Daniel and Angie have since told us that Barry was happy during the entire time they were here. Apparently, Barry made a CD on the Monday night. On the Tuesday night, Daniel walked into Barry's room to find him writing a letter, but Barry wouldn't let Daniel see it. On the Wednesday night, the two brothers sat outside feeding a possum and talking about old times. They played games and laughed until quite late. Daniel said the house felt peaceful when he went to bed.
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After the Red Raiders upset #5 Kansas on Saturday, fans stormed the United Spirit Arena court to celebrate and we may see a repeat performance Wednesday night if Tech can now upset #6 Texas A&M. Less than 1,900 upper level reserved tickets at $15 each are available as the Big XII leading Aggies come to town.
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Gerard Way thinks he's got a stalker.
"Gee, that was awesome!" Frank yelled, hugging me "You were amazing!"
I hugged him back, smiling "You were better!"
He laughed "Yeah I was, wasn't I?"
We broke apart from the hug and that's when I first saw her. Her hood pulled over head, making it impossible to say what colour her hair was. I couldn't see most of her face, either. She was hidden by shadows. All I could make out were ruby red lips, smiling. Smiling at me.
I wasn't scared at the time. She must've been there for a long time, because the concert had ended several hours ago. But me and Frank were still talking about it. It was my first concert sober and one to remember.
"Hey!" I called to her, thinking she'd walk over. But she disappeared into the shadows.
Frank turned round "Who did you call to?"
"There was a girl!" I told him, running toward the alley she had disappeared down. Frank followed and looked aswell.
"I don't see anybody now Gee." Frank said, then he put his arm round me "You're just seeing things."
"But I swear, I wasn't!" I argued back, but I knew it was pointless. When you argue with Frank, you're gonna lose. Like it or not.
"Ofcourse Gee. Let's go back to the bus and forget all about the little, scary, girl in the alley..." Frank said sarcastically.
I turned around and made sense of what Frank was saying. I was just seeing things. Her lips were way too red.
But as we were getting on the bus, I saw her again. She was still smiling and she was still looking at me. Atleast I think she was, I couldn't see her eyes.
"Hey!" I called again, running after her this time. But she backed away a little, hidden by shadows and by the time I reached her she had just gone. Completely vanished.
Frank ran after me, laughing again. The rest of the band came aswell. "What are you doing?" asked Mikey, looking puzzled.
"I saw her again! She was right there!"
Frank didn't laugh this time "Gee, stop it. It was funny the first time, but now it's slightly scaring me."
I shook my head frantically "No, she was really there!"
Ray came forward "Who was there?"
I told them about the girl with the red lips. They all seemed concerned "How old did she look?" asked Bob.
"Uhhh I'm not sure. Not as old as us."
"Well, it doesn't matter." Frank said, taking my arm "We're leaving the country today anyway, for our next tour. So it doesn't matter. You'll never see her again."
I went back with the others to the tour bus, trying to believe what Frank had said. But somehow I just knew. That wasnt our final meeting.


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Oct12-08, 12:25 AM
Thanks for the reply atty,
What is this electron pusher. Is it the electric flux ? If we see from the very begining ... the electric generator who is generating the current. pls refer the first picture here
Now in the arrangement between the N/S pole magnets, we are rotating the piece of wire. Due to the magnetic force.. electrons will drift and hence move further in one direction... Is this the push you are talking about?
Now lets say electrons are moving continously and pushing other electrons which makes flow of electrons and hence electric current
But after certain time all the free electrons will go from the rotating wire(the coil inside the generator) and there wud not be any free electrons to push further... unless the other end of wire (which is goin out of generator station is looping back to get the free electons which were pushed back earlier)
Am i on right track on this ?


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Perspectives: Field Notes
Dont let a start-up finish you off
Senior Editor Dirk Willard spent years as a "start-up" engineer. He advises that proper planning is crucial for achieving a happy ending.
The door was flung open. In stepped my boss who shouted, "I need you in Paris, tonight." Back less than a month from a summer in the Philippines and with a stack of work on my desk, I was, a little testy. "Are you nuts?" was my reply; it was an impulse but a sound one. This is an example of the first rule of start-ups: never go unprepared.
Starting up a new chemical plant, especially one overseas, is a great opportunity to shine, or to fail spectacularly. As an experienced start-up engineer, let me suggest some ways to improve your chances: 1) review the project scope carefully; 2) discuss the project with the design team; 3) prepare a current set of drawings for mark-up; 4) confirm that the site has reliable Internet access; 5) have an agreed-to list of deliverables with the customer; 6) establish a "punch list" early; 7) know your translator; and 8) understand your supply situation.
To succeed you must have an agreement on the scope between your management and the customer. Regardless of whether you are building a plant for someone else, or your own company, your career may well depend on this agreement. In Turkey, our customer changed its mind on the terms of our final payment during the start-up. I told our management we should walk. We did and only came back a month later when the scope letter was signed. Once the start-up is complete, and operators are trained, you have no bargaining position.
Reliable Internet access has become crucial, not only because of PLCs but also because it reduces the amount of reference material needed. On a job in Korea, we had internet, it just was not in English. A responsible site representative, such as a construction superintendent, is very helpful in arranging these details. To use the site rep effectively, begin the practice of a punch list several weeks, or months, before departing for the start-up; break up the list by disciplines, if possible. Use the punch lists throughout the start-up. Work with the design team to establish the first punch list — avoid surprises! On the job in Paris, I remember new spray nozzles in our spray roaster; start-up was delayed at least two weeks because we could not prevent leaking.
Before packing your bags, take some time to review the maintenance manual, maintenance book, operating manual and quality manual. These manuals should be current and at the jobsite. If possible, the manuals should be combined. It is important to have your on-site rep review these documents before start-up. Have the rep introduce you to the translator ASAP; talk long-distance, if necessary.
Packing for a start-up is a balance between personal comfort and necessity. Safety gear, a digital camera, the scope agreement, and instruments are obvious requirements. Never assume that safety gear such as goggles and a respirator will be provided. A digital camera, with lots of rechargeable batteries, is an absolute necessity:<ital>"a picture speaks a thousand words"<end ital>. Buy the surge protector when you arrive overseas to match the local voltage requirements. If possible, design a control room with protected 120 VAC power. Depending on the jobsite, it may be practical to prepare extra passport photos; most sites will require a photo ID.For future start-ups, pack a hard-bound ledger for shift notes.
Lastly, review the spare parts available on the jobsite. Certain items, such as mechanical seals for pumps will be difficult to get. Divide the responsibility for these items between the members of the team to assure that you are not waiting for three weeks in a hotel. It is important to know that there may be a difference between the parts you will need to operate a plant and the parts agreed to when the contract was signed. In addition, some parts may have been consumed because of construction mistakes. Label all parts carefully — and check the parts, not just the box. Prior to leaving on an assignment, I tortured a seal vendor mercilessly. I insisted he come in personally while we checked each part. We went through a dozen boxes. Then, I labeled the boxes and the parts individually, in case of separation. Shortly after I handed over the parts, the contractor's mechanics dumped the parts on a table and mixed everything. Thankfully, the seals could be reassembled easily because each part was labeled. No start-up ever goes smoothly but planning can help you avoid a career-stopping experience.
Dirk Willard, senior editor
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Broccoli House
I couldn't build a tree house for my son, so I built him a broccoli house instead.
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Amid all the talk of Iran is aiming to equip itself with nuclear weapons (Report, 14 April), it seems too often ignored that the one Middle East country that indisputably has nuclear weapons is Israel. The person who, in 1986, produced the conclusive evidence for Israel having these weapons was Mordechai Vanunu. For this "crime" he has suffered 26 years loss of freedom: 18 years in prison – 12 of these in solitary confinement – followed by eight years of being forced to live in Israel against his wishes, under stringent limitations on his freedom of movement, speech and association. If an Iranian scientist came forward with firm evidence that Iran was secretly equipping itself with nuclear weapons this would be regarded as a brave act worthy of praise not punishment; surely Mordechai's identical action in relation to Israel's nuclear weapons should be regarded in a similar light?
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WATER or COKE - Can you believe this….? Not even about the sugar!
#1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. (also applies to half the world population)
#2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is mistaken for hunger.
#3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%.
#4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.
#5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.
#6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.
#7. A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.
#8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79% and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer. Are you drinking the amount of water you should drink every day?
#1. In many states the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.
#2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days.
#3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the 'real thing' sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous china.
#4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.
#5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion. Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.
#7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.
#8. To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.
#1. The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric acid also leaches
calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis.
#2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup! (the concentrate) the commercial trucks must use a hazardous Material place cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.
#3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean engines of the trucks for about 20 years!
So the question is, would you like a glass of water? or Coke?
By: Aaron Dinh
I've heard some of these before, but would really like some sources.
As a dancer and an athlete I consume a minimum of 3 liters of water in a day and I can verify the truth of WATER: 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 because on the days when I consume less water I almost immediately develop the symptoms mentioned in those facts.
How The War On Drugs Has Destroyed The Fourth Amendment
Editor's note: this essay is excerpted from a law review note & comment being written by your humble blogger for submission and publication to a law review journal. This section addresses the effects of the War on Drugs on America's federal Fourth Amendment jurisprudence. If you have questions regarding anything you see here, or are looking for source info, feel free to send me a message via Ask Box. Also, Keep in mind that Tumblr is not a scholarly source, as much as we all might fancy ourselves to be "wicked smaht," as Will Hunting might say. So if by chance you are looking to cite the substance of this article for academic reasons, please hold off for awhile until the article is completed and submitted, which will occur sometime in June, 2012, at which time it will be competent to cite as an unpublished article.
In 1984, two years after Reagan declared his support for the War on Drugs, the Supreme Court decided United States v. Leon.[1] The defendants in Leon were suspected of drug trafficking.[2] A police investigation sparked by a "confidential informant of unproven reliability"[3] eventually led the police to the home of Alberto Leon, in Burbank, California.[4] After further investigation, the police executed a search warrant at Leon's residence and discovered large quantities of drugs, after which Leon was arrested.[5] The search warrant was later found to be defective at a pre-trial suppression hearing.[6] Leon moved to suppress the drug evidence discovered at his Burbank residence on the basis of the defective warrant.[7] Applying the rule from Mapp v. Ohio,[8] the district court granted Leon's motion to suppress.[9] The Court of Appeals affirmed.[10]
You guys need to read this. The only thing I have to say here is this is blatant disregard of human rights. IF THE POLICE ARE GOING TO IGNORE THE 4TH AMENDMENT THEN WHY THE FUCK DO WE EVEN HAVE IT IN THERE?! IF THEY CAN IGNORE THIS AMENDMENT, WHAT IS GOING TO STOP THEM FROM IGNORING ALL THE OTHERS?! We have laws for a god damn fucking reason and these assholes ARE CLEARLY ABOVE THE LAW AND BELIEVE THAT HUMAN RIGHTS ARE A NUISANCE THAT GET IN THE WAY OF JUSTICE.
Robert Reich: The Widening Wealth Divide, and Why We Need a Surtax on the Super Wealthy
Let Santorum and Romney duke it out for who will cut taxes on the wealthy the most and shred the public services everyone else depends on.
The rest of us ought to be having a serious discussion about a wealth tax. Because if you really want to know what's happening to the American economy you…


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Ailing Yanks creak toward opening dayBy BEN WALKER
The Associated Press | March 09,2013As Derek Jeter dug in against Andy Pettitte, a familiar voice boomed from the top step of the dugout.
Hundred bucks if you drill him! former teammate David Wells hollered.
The way things are going lately for the New York Yankees, its a surprise some mishap didnt occur. Instead, Jeter batted six times without incident during Pettittes simulated outing Friday at the teams spring training complex in Tampa, Fla.
Already missing Alex Rodriguez when they came to camp, the Yankees have been struck by a startling series of injuries since arriving.
Theyve been hit so hard, its no wonder their 3-10 record in exhibition play is the worst in the American League.
Curtis Granderson broke his arm in his first exhibition at-bat and is out until May. Fellow All-Star Mark Teixeira also is sidelined until May after straining his right wrist swinging a weighted bat during warmups for the World Baseball Classic.
Those are two guys you cant replace. I mean, lets get serious, outfielder Brett Gardner said.
Reliever David Robertson has a sore shoulder, the result of sleeping on it wrong. And the topper seemed to come when general manager Brian Cashman broke his leg while skydiving in Florida.
That just confirms that I will never jump out of an airplane, Jeter said. Its a freak thing, man. Thats scary. I have a scooter and a wheelchair if he wants to use it.
The offer might stand for the rest of the AL East champs, too.
Its crazy, ace CC Sabathia said. Its been a tough spring so far, but well just have to try to hold the fort down until both (Teixeira) and Curt are able to get back on the field, get healthy. Its going to be a tough, first couple weeks without them, but well get through it.
I guess theres a lot more stuff that can go wrong, but geez, Curt getting hurt, and Tex getting hurt swinging a bat in the cage. Its just crazy.
The 38-year-old Jeter still hasnt played in a spring game while rehabbing from his broken ankle in the AL championship series sweep by Detroit. The 40-year-old Pettitte was hobbled for nearly three months last season due to a broken leg.
And the Yankees longtime savior, 43-year-old closer Mariano Rivera, is expected to announce Saturday that this will be his last season. He missed most of last year after tearing up his knee.
Not a lot of wiggle room for manager Joe Girardis bunch as opening day approaches, on April 1 at Yankee Stadium against the revamped Boston Red Sox.
A lot of times, you look at injuries, you never want to see them. But Ill take an injury now going into the season rather than later in the season, newcomer Kevin Youkilis said.
The good thing is, you dont win or lose a season in April. You win or lose seasons in September. For me personally, theres been teams that are in first place every year in April and a lot of times they never make it all the way through, he said.
Normally one of baseballs biggest offseason players, the Yankees had a real quiet winter while trying to keep their payroll at about $200 million. Rather, they watched their roster take quite a few hits.
Rafael Soriano, who posted 42 saves while filling in for Rivera, signed with Washington. Postseason star Raul Ibanez left, as did starting catcher Russell Martin, popular right fielder Nick Swisher and valuable Eric Chavez.
For a team that often relies on power, thats quite an outage when coupled with the injuries to Rodriguez, Granderson and Teixeira. Put it this way: Of the 10 players who reached double-digits in home runs last season, only Robinson Cano and Jeter will be on the opening-day roster.
Theres many ways of scoring runs, outfielder Ichiro Suzuki, still fleet at 39, said through a translator. Those home runs might be less this year. You have to become a team that can score in many different ways.
A big step forward would be a complete recovery by Jeter. The surgeon who repaired his ankle gave the star shortstop full clearance this week to resume all activity.
Its always reassuring when someone says that something is not broken anymore. So, its just getting through the normal aches and pains that come around it, Jeter said.MORE IN Wire SportsCHARLOTTE, N.C. Full StoryYou might say the Minnesota Vikings are pondering a quarterbacking dilemma. Full StoryBEIJING Rafael Nadal made a dominant return to tennis after a two-month injury layoff, beating... Full Story
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Injury collision on KY Highway 163
Date of News Release: 01/30/2011
(Columbia, Ky.) -- Trooper Logan Richardson is investigating a collision that occurred at 4:17 PM on KY Highway 163, 1 mile south of Summer Shade. 20 year old Stephen Pennington, of Moss Tn., was operating a 1992 Toyota. Stephen Pennington had 3 passengers in the vehicle: 13 year old Wyatt Embry of Moss Tn., 14 year old Robert Pace of Celina Tn., and 16 year old Savannah Byrn, of Moss Tn. All occupants in the Mr. Pennington vehicle were belted, and were treated and released at the Monroe County Medical Center. Fondice Pipkin, 21 years of age, of Tompkinsville was operating a 2003 Pontiac. Fondice Pipkin was belted and was admitted to Monroe County Medical Center. Fondice Pipkin had one passenger, Samantha Gregory, 18 years of age, of Monticello. Samantha Gregory was belted and was treated and released at the Monroe County Medical Center. Both vehicles were northbound on KY Highway 163. Stephen Pennington attempted to pass Fondice Pipkin, lost control of the vehicle, and struck Fondice Pipkin's vehicle.


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By saving money in the above ways it makes it easier to enjoy my vacation as I don't feel I don't have to worry as much about every $5 here and there purchases I make.
When on vacation I will try to find cheaper tickets online and save on hotel/airline/car rental. But while at the parks like those of disney/universal/BG will spend money on souevnir's and food and not worry that much about it because we are usually having a great time compared to SF and the food/trinkets are of much better quality.
work at the park and get in for free and use ur discounts on everything there is possible,eat outside the park at a near by wendy's perhaps (from experience).use ur employee ID for free parking.thats the best way to save money at the parks
So be a pass or coupons visit parks and let your life troubles be gone for a day:)
But water would be my next answer!
My mother is a teacher. She tends to get these deals fairly frequently where, with just a pay stub and a photo ID, she gets a free one day, two park ticket to Universal and everyone else in her party gets thirty five bucks off their tickets.
It's a great deal. So we just wait 'til those pop up. They tend to about two to three times a year.
Save money at theme parks?! HA HA HA HA! Good one, Robert!


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Project Outline
This multi-year ecological planning project is a collaboration among the Government of The Bahamas, the Bahamas National Trust, and Harvard University Graduate School of Design (GSD). The goal is to facilitate the design and management of a more sustainable future for the Exuma archipelago, and The Bahamas more generally.
The project has two parallel and mutually informing components: research and education. These components work to inform the development of proposals and interventions as well as the building of capabilities for local empowerment. An important part of the project are a series of Scholarships for the degree programmes as well as opportunities for Bahamians to engage in the summer Career Discovery Programme at the GSD. Furthermore, the project is integrated with the research and pedagogy of the GSD.
The project seeks to understand local issues through various forms of public engagement. Public forums, workshops, and conferences are part of the process, in addition to fieldwork that facilitates the connection of researchers with residents. The first year focuses on fieldwork including participation in daily routines that aim to create a better understanding of local issues particularly across Exuma and more generally across The Bahamas. The second year of the project will focus on proposal making, while the third year will focus on a plan for action and implementation.
The project's research branches into four main parts: Resource Management, Economic Development, Governance, and Sociocultural Issues. These four components break into more specific subcomponents, including analysis of: Island Geology and Ecologies; Economy; Waste; Energy; Food; Water and Climate Factors; Existing Development Frameworks and Land-Use Guidelines. The project also identifies a series of case studies on ecology-based island settlements around the world which offer potential lessons for the future of Exuma.
The educational component is divided into six main parts. The first section includes Conferences, Forums, and Workshops, such as the events held in Nassau in 2011 and 2013. Executive Education includes courses that will be offered in The Bahamas annually, as well as selected openings for Bahamians to take part in the various programmes at the GSD in Cambridge, MA. In addition to Scholarships for Bahamians to take part in any of the degree programmes at the GSD there is also a 6-week summer Career Discovery Programme. Harvard faculty will be available for Educational Outreach in The Bahamas and will also offer a Course, Studio or Independent Studies at the GSD each year of the project.
Exuma Project
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Please, skip with the life insults, it's really lame and doesn't do a good job for the validity of your point. Some people can manage their time, other's can't.
"Karazhan, a 10 man raid is the most popular raid in wow according to Blizz."
I would note that ZA is at the same as Gruul (and yes, Gruul is a step up from kara).
Could be more due to instance difficulty and the "attunement" that is gear level. But what do I know, i'm just someone that wants progression in an MMO.
Honestly, I don't see why it is that if you don't want everything handed to you on a platter, you must be an "uber phat epix epeen raider". It's really not like that.
It _does_ affect me if a guy in area 52 hands out items once a month equal to all the raiding I have ever done.
It _does_ affect the accomplishment of downing a boss, when you know that people gain the gear required to kill it much much easier now.
It's nothing to do with whether casuals should get access to instances, to me it's about making the game easier for _no reason_ other than people crying. And yes, blizzard will make profits from catering to the casuals. Biggest market. But there's a huge difference between a good game, and a popular game. Check sales figures for console games if you believe otherwise.


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Zach Tyler Eisen
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|Zachary Tyler Eisen
September 23, 1993
Stamford, Fairfield County, Connecticut, United States
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|Actor, voice actor, Avatar Aang
Zachary Tyler "Zach" Eisen (born September 23, 1993) is an American actor and voice actor. His roles include Aang in the animated series Avatar: The Last Airbender, Lucas Nickle in The Ant Bully (2006), Andrew in Nick Jr.'s Little Bill, and Pablo the Penguin in Nick Jr.'s The Backyardigans (Season 1). While living in Connecticut he actually did most of the Avatar: The Last Airbender recordings via satellite.
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- Little Bill (2000) - Andrew
- The Backyardigans (2004) - Pablo
- Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005–2008) - Aang
- The Ant Bully (film) (2006) - Lucas Nickle
- The Ant Bully (video game) (2006) - Lucas Nickle
- Avatar: The Last Airbender (2006) - Aang
- Avatar: The Last Airbender – The Burning Earth (2007) - Aang
- Avatar: The Last Airbender – Into the Inferno (2008) - Aang
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The arrival of Eva Elizabeth
About Cara
Like the majority of expectant mums my due date arrived without the slightest hint of a contraction. Despite the statistical evidence stacked against me, I still held out a vain hope that this mythical date might indeed herald the arrival of the baby. The empty bag of raspberry leaf tea and the bin overflowing with takeaway curry cartons were just a couple of the signs that I was ready.
I don't know if either of these played a part but just three days later I woke up with abdominal pain. Strange as it sounds, I didn't immediately think this might be the onset of labour so it was a shock when I realised the pain was coming at regular intervals – every ten minutes. I tried calling my husband, Paul, but a phone downstairs started ringing instead; he hadn't picked the best day to forget his mobile. The contractions got steadily stronger throughout the day and, needless to say, he was a little surprised to be greeted at the door when he got home by a wife in the throes of labour.
Watery wait
The only bonus was that by the time I'd progressed enough to benefit from water, one of the pools was free ...
The Hours Tick By
We called the hospital around midnight then held on for as long as nervous, first-time parents could be expected to before heading off. One hour later we were making the return journey, as I was only 2cm dilated. However, we barely got through the front door before the contractions intensified and the pain was becoming unbearable so we drove straight back.
Watery wait
I wanted a water birth but both pools were busy so I was given a room in the antenatal ward where an examination revealed that I was now 3cm dilated. The next eight hours are a bit of a blur of contractions, gas and air, gulps of Lucozade and the buzz of the TENS machine, but unfortunately no progress on the cervix front. The only bonus was that by the time I'd progressed enough to benefit from water, one of the pools was free.
A Family Affair
I spent about four hours in the pool and, as my waters still hadn't broken of their own accord, my midwife helped the process along. Then at last it seemed as if we might be getting somewhere: blankets and towels were brought in, everyone began conversing in those hushed tones that precede a momentous event and more midwives squeezed in around the tub as I hoisted myself rather inelegantly over the side for another examination.
I was therefore distraught to hear that I was still only 5cm and had nothing to show for my stint in the pool other than very wrinkled fingers. Neither the gas and air nor those well-rehearsed yogic breathing exercises seemed to be offering any relief and I just had to yell my way through each contraction.
This was possibly not the best time to be told that my family had arrived and were waiting in my room across the corridor. They'd assumed that the baby would have been safely delivered hours before and thought they'd pop in to offer their congratulations. As it was, they heard me screaming like a banshee and presumably sat nursing the champagne and flowers, trying to make light-hearted chit chat while the noise got progressively louder.
Despite obviously not being capable of popping out to say 'hello', I really couldn't bear the thought of seeing anybody; every last bit of energy I had was being channelled into working through the contractions. Each one was so incredibly intense that everything and everyone around me paled into insignificance in the effort required to work through the pain.
Plans unravel
There wasn't really time to dwell on the fact that decisions I'd spent the last nine months deliberating over were being re-made in seconds...
The Final Furlong
It was at this point that the midwife put an arm around me and suggested I think about having an epidural. The prospect of another night of agony made the decision an easy one and I was taken through to the ward and hooked up to drips, injected with drugs and strapped onto a monitor. There wasn't really time to dwell on the fact that decisions I'd spent the last nine months deliberating over were being re-made in seconds but I knew I couldn't continue either physically or emotionally for much longer.
Plans unravel
Within minutes of having the epidural the pain disappeared and I experienced an enormous feeling of relief and just an hour later I was 10cm dilated and ready to push. However, it wasn't over yet: no amount of pushing seemed to encourage the baby to move and after yet another examination they discovered that she was lying spine to spine and that her head was swollen. These two factors meant it was unlikely she'd be able to arrive unaided.
A hasty decision was made to go into theatre to attempt a ventouse delivery and, if that failed, I'd have to have a caesarean. I felt like I'd been in labour for an eternity and that the whole situation was now completely beyond my control, which I suppose it was at that stage. I just wanted it to be over and for the noise and pain and people to disappear. My natural birth seemed a million miles away as I blinked under the luminous theatre lights surrounded by ten medical staff who all seemed to be gathered around the bottom end of the bed staring between my raised legs.
When a loud popping sound indicated that the ventouse had come free, forceps were tried and then, after one long, final push, Eva Elizabeth entered the world. She was handed to a relieved and utterly shell-shocked Paul as my repair work was done and we stared at her in awe, and at each other with a mixture of relief and sheer exhaustion.
I don't think people are being entirely honest when they say you forget the pain immediately – it's just not possible when you're still lowering yourself gingerly into herbal-infused baths two weeks later. However, the sheer amazement of giving birth to a tiny, perfect little human completely overrides this and the memories do start to fade eventually!
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