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Actual for You - Article 7: Christmas Gold in Tonopah, Nevada
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In the other direction there was no traffic at all. Logic dictated that there must have been a bad accident there which had closed down the highway altogether in that direction. A few minutes later and we watched a snow plow make a path for the ambulance on the Reno-bound side of the highway. Whoever had been hurt was now headed for the hospital. We were grateful for that. More calls home.
It took 2 hours to get to Fernley. The five-car pile-up we saw was enough of
It was hot yesterday morning and after a brief stroll I found myself in my oasis, 'Yi Da Pan'. I sat in the airconditioned comfort for some time, wishing neither to eat anything nor even sip a chilled beer...desirous only of cooling off until nature willed me to eat or drink something.The boss of the restaurant came and sat at the table, making offers in his customary warmth to try some fruit or the other. I kept refusing but he asked his wife to fetch me a peach. She handed me a washed one which I thoroughly enjoyed despite my lack of appetite.We chatted for a while and I sang them a Chinese song 'Ni de Yanshen' (Your Eyes). Later, the boss asked me to try a medicinal wine 'you jiu' which was rather weak but tasted fine. I asked for yet another yellow wine that I had tried before and had a little more kick to it, sharing the small bottle (about 100 ml) with him.Most of the contents of my glass spilled when I waved my hand at the boss and I asked for another and drank some from it. In the meanwhile, the boss sat down with a small group of people he was familiar with and drank a glassful of baijiu (white rice wine). He took large sips from his glass and before I knew what was going on, he was drunk and could not walk straight. Something else happened, too, during this brief time and the laoban's (boss's) wife left the restaurant, apparently annoyed with something - I guess, the laoban's drinking.Anyway, things got a little out of control and the boss sounded angry as he spoke to his wife on his mobile. He was pretty drunk so I thought it best to ask him to take a nap and managed to force him to lie on a row of chairs that I lined for him. After some time I left, asking Maria, the waitress, to be there until he came to.In the evening when I returned to the restaurant for my dinner, the boss seemed fine though a trifle puffy-faced. Later, he disappeared and the laoban's wife who is not a great cook gave me a simple dish of cabbage and a bowl of rice. They shut the restaurant early as the laoban was indisposed and had retired early.This morning, the laoban's wife was at her post, near the door with Maria and welcomed me with a smile. The laoban was seated at my favourite table near the door and we high-fived. I asked him how
The temperature dropped and light flurries began. I went to the corner gas station for a cup of hot coffee. On my way into the store I spied a young college kid sitting Indian style on the cold pavement by the newsstands just outside the doors. He politely asked for any loose change I could spare. I gave him what I had--not much at all. Inside I was pouring my coffee into the cup when I overheard one of the employees say to the other, "There's some kid outside. I'm going to tell him to move on." I felt badly about their lack of sensitivity, especially in this cold weather. I redirected my attention to a sale rack of hats and gloves and grabbed a set for myself…purple for wisdom would do nicely, I thought.
I got in my car with strong desires to find more change for this young man. He was still there--evidently he'd come up with a reasonable excuse for being there and hadn't been shooed away after all. I was relieved. But search as I may, I couldn't find any more change in my purse or in the car. I know! I'll pull some money for him from an ATM. Checked my watch. Yes, I'd have just enough time. I was off to the nearest bank drive-through and just obtaining the cash when Heather called. She was done with her final. I told her I'd meet her at her dorm in a couple of minutes.
It was snowing harder now. I drove back through the gas station and slowed to a stop to where the young man could see me between the parked cars. I rolled down my window and motioned him to my car. "Me?" he asked, pointing to his chest.
"Yes, you," I smiled. He came to my car and I extended a twenty dollar bill. "I hope this helps. Merry Christmas."
He beamed with delight. "Oh, thank you! Thank you. I'm going to go get something to eat!" He literally ran to the doors of the gas station. I batted back the forming tears, choked back the swelling lump in my throat, offered a silent blessing on him and drove on to the dorm.
By the time Brittany and Heather had cleared their possessions out of their dorms and loaded them into the SUV--including lacrosse sticks, snowboard, two computers, other paraphernalia and at least 100 pounds of dirty laundry each--we were ready to head out of town. The snow was sticking and the roads were covered and slippery.
A couple of cars had slid into the ditch between the highway. Tow-trucks were already on the scene helping them out. But something worse had happened further on, beyond our seeing. One fire truck, then two. An ambulance and police cars. We were still inching along at about 5 miles an hour. Fernley was a long ways off.
In the other direction there was no traffic at all. Logic dictated that there must have been a bad accident there which had closed down the highway altogether in that direction. A few minutes later and we watched a snow plow make a path for the ambulance on the Reno-bound side of the highway. Whoever had been hurt was now headed for the hospital. We were grateful for that. More calls home.
It took 2 hours to get to Fernley. The five-car pile-up we saw was enough of a
Hypertension is chronic high blood pressure. In the past, this was a condition usually only seen in older adults. However, an increasing number of children are being diagnosed with hypertension. What is the cause of this alarming trend? According to the majority of leading researchers, the cause for this trend is diet.Because more parents work outside of the home, more families consume prepared food on a daily basis. While these foods are easier, they are not better for you in terms of health. These foods can be filled with hidden calories, fat, sodium, and cholesterol. All of these contribute negatively to the health of a human heart. While it may take more time and effort, it may be in your child’s best interest to limits the amount of these foods your child consumes on a regular basis.Children are also eating higher amounts of fast food than they have in the past. Decades ago, a trip to a fast food restaurant was an occasional treat for children. This is no longer the case. Many children eat at least five fast food meals a week, which has a significant impact on their health. These children are often obese, and recent studies indicate that these children develop chronic health conditions later on in life, such as diabetes and hypertension.These foods are replacing healthy food choices like fresh fruits and vegetables in many homes. Instead of making processed snacks available to children, parents should encourage their children to snack on fruits and vegetables instead. Put healthy snacks on the shelves in the pantry and refrigerator that your children can reach. Place “sometimes” foods in places where your children cannot reach them. This may take some parental monitoring, but this change can be accomplished with a little bit of work and perseverance.This problem is compounded by the fact that children spend more time in front of a television or computer screen than they have in the past. Instead of going outside to play and get exercise, children are becoming more sedentary. As a result, their health is suffering. Parents can help by sending their children outside to play every day and by limiting the amount of time children spend watching television or playing on the computer.In conclusion, there are ma
I got in my car with strong desires to find more change for this young man. He was still there--evidently he'd come up with a reasonable excuse for being there and hadn't been shooed away after all. I was relieved. But search as I may, I couldn't find any more change in my purse or in the car. I know! I'll pull some money for him from an ATM. Checked my watch. Yes, I'd have just enough time. I was off to the nearest bank drive-through and just obtaining the cash when Heather called. She was done with her final. I told her I'd meet her at her dorm in a couple of minutes.
It was snowing harder now. I drove back through the gas station and slowed to a stop to where the young man could see me between the parked cars. I rolled down my window and motioned him to my car. "Me?" he asked, pointing to his chest.
"Yes, you," I smiled. He came to my car and I extended a twenty dollar bill. "I hope this helps. Merry Christmas."
He beamed with delight. "Oh, thank you! Thank you. I'm going to go get something to eat!" He literally ran to the doors of the gas station. I batted back the forming tears, choked back the swelling lump in my throat, offered a silent blessing on him and drove on to the dorm.
By the time Brittany and Heather had cleared their possessions out of their dorms and loaded them into the SUV--including lacrosse sticks, snowboard, two computers, other paraphernalia and at least 100 pounds of dirty laundry each--we were ready to head out of town. The snow was sticking and the roads were covered and slippery.
A couple of cars had slid into the ditch between the highway. Tow-trucks were already on the scene helping them out. But something worse had happened further on, beyond our seeing. One fire truck, then two. An ambulance and police cars. We were still inching along at about 5 miles an hour. Fernley was a long ways off.
In the other direction there was no traffic at all. Logic dictated that there must have been a bad accident there which had closed down the highway altogether in that direction. A few minutes later and we watched a snow plow make a path for the ambulance on the Reno-bound side of the highway. Whoever had been hurt was now headed for the hospital. We were grateful for that. More calls home.
It took 2 hours to get to Fernley. The five-car pile-up we saw was enough of
One of the greatest reasons people give for not taking vitamins regularly is the fact that they have trouble swallowing them.Due to this very reason, a great many people simply don’t bother to frequently take important nutrients such as Vitamin C and Vitamin B12, among other highly beneficial vitamins, minerals, and supplements. Difficulty swallowing has truly become one of the age-old dilemmas surrounding vitamins and supplements.It is a simple fact of life that some people will have more trouble swallowing than others, but it’s very important to keep in mind the many health benefits of taking vitamins on a regular basis. Fortunately, with a little bit of creativity, it is usually not all that difficult to avoid even the most painful of swallowing difficulties.One method of making pills go down more easily is to take them along with a spoonful of yogurt, apple sauce, or any similar substance. This can definitely make things substantially less troublesome.If all else fails, you may wish to grind the pill into a powder and mix it with juice or water. Taking the time to do this everyday does take a certain amount of discipline, but the long-term health benefits involved make it well worth the effort.
It was snowing harder now. I drove back through the gas station and slowed to a stop to where the young man could see me between the parked cars. I rolled down my window and motioned him to my car. "Me?" he asked, pointing to his chest.
"Yes, you," I smiled. He came to my car and I extended a twenty dollar bill. "I hope this helps. Merry Christmas."
He beamed with delight. "Oh, thank you! Thank you. I'm going to go get something to eat!" He literally ran to the doors of the gas station. I batted back the forming tears, choked back the swelling lump in my throat, offered a silent blessing on him and drove on to the dorm.
By the time Brittany and Heather had cleared their possessions out of their dorms and loaded them into the SUV--including lacrosse sticks, snowboard, two computers, other paraphernalia and at least 100 pounds of dirty laundry each--we were ready to head out of town. The snow was sticking and the roads were covered and slippery.
A couple of cars had slid into the ditch between the highway. Tow-trucks were already on the scene helping them out. But something worse had happened further on, beyond our seeing. One fire truck, then two. An ambulance and police cars. We were still inching along at about 5 miles an hour. Fernley was a long ways off.
In the other direction there was no traffic at all. Logic dictated that there must have been a bad accident there which had closed down the highway altogether in that direction. A few minutes later and we watched a snow plow make a path for the ambulance on the Reno-bound side of the highway. Whoever had been hurt was now headed for the hospital. We were grateful for that. More calls home.
It took 2 hours to get to Fernley. The five-car pile-up we saw was enough of
Last year we went on a two-week trip to the West African country of Nigeria. This is Miata’s father’s birthplace, and we all returned as a family after him not having been for almost 25 years. It is so difficult to describe the experience. Nigeria is in many ways a beautiful country. The people we met were warm and welcoming and I was awed by the fierce sense of family and generosity of spirit. It is also, however, a country ravaged by corruption, poverty, hunger, illness and the constant struggle to meet even the most basic of needs. There are the children we met who walk over two miles each way, every day, to collect river water that is very likely contaminated. The idea of turning on a tap and having any water, let alone hot water, come out of it, is completely foreign to most of the population. Almost everything is done outside – cooking, washing, bathing – so as to utilize any available daylight. It is impossible not to feel shame at how much we take for granted, and yet to simultaneously breathe a sigh of relief that we live in the US, and are given every opportunity that this country affords.The truth is that we don’t have to travel as far as Africa to get in touch with how very lucky we are. We all know that there are countless people and organizations that desperately need our help. Perhaps you have a particular charity that is close to your heart, a cause over which you would love to wave a magic wand and change for the better. Most of us would love to make a difference in the world. However, we don’t give much of our time because we are so busy working for a living. We don’t give much of our money because we feel like we aren’t even making enough to cover our own needs.As individuals, we have an overwhelming tendency to focus on scarcity. We cling to every penny we earn, constantly worrying about not having enough. How can we even begin to think about giving money away when we are not even sure we can cover our own bills? Staying stuck in this negative mental cycle is a large part of what keeps us stuck financially. This month I want to share an important and powerful financial principle, that when implemented will almost magically get you out of this financial rut: Automatic Tithing.Tithing is the spiritual prin
By the time Brittany and Heather had cleared their possessions out of their dorms and loaded them into the SUV--including lacrosse sticks, snowboard, two computers, other paraphernalia and at least 100 pounds of dirty laundry each--we were ready to head out of town. The snow was sticking and the roads were covered and slippery.
A couple of cars had slid into the ditch between the highway. Tow-trucks were already on the scene helping them out. But something worse had happened further on, beyond our seeing. One fire truck, then two. An ambulance and police cars. We were still inching along at about 5 miles an hour. Fernley was a long ways off.
In the other direction there was no traffic at all. Logic dictated that there must have been a bad accident there which had closed down the highway altogether in that direction. A few minutes later and we watched a snow plow make a path for the ambulance on the Reno-bound side of the highway. Whoever had been hurt was now headed for the hospital. We were grateful for that. More calls home.
It took 2 hours to get to Fernley. The five-car pile-up we saw was enough of
Take out four credit cards from your wallet. Stack them and hold them in your hand. Apple’s iPod nano http://www.powermax.com/cgi-global/generate_css_temp.cgi? i=PM_MP_IN&t=The+iPod+nano is about the same weight and half an inch less wide than that stack of cards. Now put three cards back in your wallet and use the remaining card to go buy yourself a nano.The nano’s introduction should not be misinterpreted as just another iPod in the lineup. It is, in fact, exactly what the iPod should have been in the first place: a flash-based jukebox with a long battery life and stunning color screen. This new iPod is not a smaller version of another iPod, or combination of any other two iPods. The user interface is the same (which has always been iPod’s strength) but that’s it. The differences here are under the skin, most notably with the screen.Color screens are not new to iPods, but the way you see the color is. The nano’s 1.5-inch color LCD has a blue-white LED backlight. LEDs achieve full brightness faster than standard LCD backlights. This is particularly useful because iPods turn on and off their backlight often to save battery power. The number of seconds this saves you per day is not going to give you an extra hour of sleep at night. But the LCD’s quick start up allows your eyes to focus near instantaneously, which makes using the nano feel that much faster. LEDs produce brighter light than other backlights without washing out the image. That gives the nano screen a deep bright color. Over all the nano’s LCD is the best I have seen in the 1-inch to 3-inch size.Another difference from previous iPods is the nano’s lack of FireWire support. Although iPods have come with only USB 2.0 cables for some time, they have always supported syncing through a FireWire cable. The iPod nano is the first to be USB only. When you connect a nano via a “FireWire to Dock Connecter” cable it displays a message that this is a USB only device. It will still charge off the FireWire cable but no file transfers can be done. If your computer has only the older USB 1.1, the nano will still sync with iTunes but you are stuck moving files over at an extremely slow speed.Amazingly, the nano has no moving parts except the cl
In the other direction there was no traffic at all. Logic dictated that there must have been a bad accident there which had closed down the highway altogether in that direction. A few minutes later and we watched a snow plow make a path for the ambulance on the Reno-bound side of the highway. Whoever had been hurt was now headed for the hospital. We were grateful for that. More calls home.
It took 2 hours to get to Fernley. The five-car pile-up we saw was enough of a warning to everyone not to take chances. All drivers were giving one another lots of distance and space for safety. Every once in a while some know-it-all would go by at an unreasonable speed. We saw several fishtail skid marks in the snow of their lessons learned.
Alternate 95 was virtually untraveled and unplowed. Remnant paths of cars gave indications of lanes. It was a tense, long drive. Brittany fell asleep. Heather kept me company. With my eyes glued to the road, I was able to enjoy several hours of her tellings of college life. That was why I had volunteered for this road trip--once Heather gets home she is always so involved with her siblings and friends--I seem to miss out on the one-to-one conversations which bring connectedness. I'd really been missing Heather. This was bittersweet--I was getting all the lowdown, but at the same time I was stressing over the drive. I was grateful for her insomnia.
From Fernley to Tonopah we drove an additional 6 hours. It was as bad in Tonopah as it had been in Reno. I felt blessed that we'd traveled thus far without incident. Heather and I had formed a routine of communication. When lights would appear in the distance, she would call out "Snowplow" which meant to slow to a crawl because we'd soon be in a white-out as they drove by, blinding us with the offspray of snow. I'd give her a heads-up on cars coming up from behind so she wouldn't think I'd dozed if she heard repetitive thumping sounds from shoulder grooves when I'd scoot over to allow for passers. I wouldn't go so far as to say we were getting good at this, but we'd quickly come up with survival skills. It was a team effort.
In Tonopah we stopped at the gas station, hoping to get hot beverages and hopefully information on the storm. Here we would make a decision on whether to push on through or get a hotel room for the night. The fellow was more than a little strange. Not at all what we needed at a time like this. He was very non-committal in his response but admitted he'd heard that "maybe" the roads were a "little" better just past Goldfield.
"How far is that?" I asked.
"Half an hour," a flat response.
"Normally or in weather like this?" Brittany pinned him down.
"26 miles." His compassion was incredulous. He actually watched us shop as if we were going to steal something from his store. I went to the car with my coffee. Heather and Brittany returned with the tale of his accusation that their ten-dollar bill was counterfeit. We shook it off.
"Well, girls, whaddya think?" I was taking a vote. We all agreed to press on past Goldfield and get this trip over with. The thought of a hotel room and waking up to tons of snow and needing to buy chains, etc. was not appealing. We were ready to be home.
An hour later we saw signs for the Gold
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