Chủ Nhật, 26 tháng 3, 2017

Youtube daily report Mar 26 2017

Stupid child-proof caps!

Oh, look!

Heather's going to..

Whine, whine, whine, all night!

You don't deserve to live..

Why not kill yourself?

Here, have a sedative!

Whine, whine, whi-i-ine

Like there's no Santa Claus!

You're pathetic because you whine!

You whine all night!

Your a-- is off the team..

Go on and b---h and moan..

You don't deserve the dream...

You're gonna die alone!

Die alone!

Die alone!

Die alone!

DIE ALONE!

For more infomation >> Shine a Light (Reprise) - Animatic - Duration: 0:40.

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How to Apply Macro Patience and Micro Speed - Duration: 3:59.

- [Bart] Hello. - Hey.

- [Bart] I'm Bart, I practiced my question so many times

that I lost my voice.

(audience laughter)

- That's amazing.

- [Bart] First of all, I would like to thank you because

I started my career as an entrepreneur by

trying to build the next Facebook.

But thanks to your speeches on self-awareness,

I came to realize that I lose sleep over borrowing

a hundred euros from my brother so I probably will

never build the next Facebook.

Having that in mind.

So, a year ago,

I started to build a data migration company, organically.

So, I landed a big customer, and now

I get paid every day, and I'm developing my stuff.

And we went live in production in Chile,

in December.

This year for the same company we will do

USA, Mexico and Canada.

So it's growing really great.

But my question to you was,

you talk a lot about patience,

but you also talk sometimes about speed.

And patience for me that would be

continue with the same--

- Can I answer you real fast and you'll

understand it forever?

- [Bart] Okay.

- Macro, patience. Micro, speed.

- [Bart] Yeah. Okay.

- And let me expand on it, 'cause that didn't work.

Fuck. (audience laughter)

No no, hold on, hold on, hold on, back back back.

Macro patience. You're a young man.

Building something meaningful, a relationship,

a business, it takes 10, 20, 30 years.

On your day-to-day work, you have to be fast.

With the clients, they email you, you email them back.

Like, your day-to-day.

But your vision?

What you want to achieve in life?

You're not going to build it in one year.

And so many people have it reversed.

In the day-to-day, they're slow,

and in the macro, they want their business to be huge

the next day.

So you need to reverse it.

- [Bart] So if you have to make the decision between,

in my case, building a better framework

or focusing on that, or trying to find more customers,

what would you advise?

Knowing that I don't need the money of new customers

right now.

- Both. - [Bart] Okay.

(audience laughter)

- And so here's another,

here's an answer of both:

Number one, how hard are you working?

I don't know.

If you're working 12 hours a day,

I feel like you could work 17 if you want! Right?

Number two, if you're working every hour,

and you can't work more,

with the money that's coming in,

too many young people and too many young businesses

when they start having money come in,

take it for themselves.

They want to buy a good watch.

They want to buy a good car.

They want to buy fancier shoes.

What I would do is, when my first money,

so here's my story.

This is not advice I'm giving just for fun.

This is my life.

I walked in my dad's store,

it did $3 million a year,

10 percent gross profit, $300,000 dollars in profit

before expenses,

we had no money, I was making $40,000 a year,

37,4, actually.

And I built that business from 3 to 45 million,

in the first kind of four or five years,

and five years later,

five years later this is doing $45 million dollars in sales,

and I'm making $40,000 dollars.

This is the advice I gave.

And by the way, I was in my twenties, and a guy.

The exact time, if you're making that kind of money,

that you want to use it to do guy things.

Right?

I put it back into the business,

I hired four more managers, six more managers,

seven more managers, I did more advertising.

I built a business.

So if this money's coming from Chile and U.S. and Mexico,

hire people.

Then you can do both.

- [Bart] Okay. Thanks.

- You're welcome.

(hip hop music)

For more infomation >> How to Apply Macro Patience and Micro Speed - Duration: 3:59.

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Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt - Canadian Edition [CC] - Duration: 0:55.

Hi, YouTube, it's Kathy, and welcome to the Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt!

I'm so glad you could join me.

Remember that the contest is only open for 24 hours, so get those answers as quick as

you can and submit them with the Google Doc provided when you're done.

And of course, here is your question from me:

Each of these lovely Canadian ladies is known for writing world-renowned fiction, but which

of them also wrote non-fiction titles such as "Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian

Literature", "Negotiating with the Dead", and "Days of the Rebels 1815 to 1840"?

Was it A) Lucy Maud Montgomery?

Was it B) Margaret Atwood?

Or was it C) Alice Munro?

Click the links below to find out, and happy hunting!

[outro music]

For more infomation >> Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt - Canadian Edition [CC] - Duration: 0:55.

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ONE PAN PEANUT BUTTER PASTA NOODLES - Duration: 1:11.

Today we're making One Pan Peanut Butter Pasta.

In this pan.

If we were making it in a pot like that, I'd call it One Pot Peanut Butter Pasta.

But we're not, we're making it in a pan.

This is 8 ounces of linguini, half a package, that I've just broken in two.

And now I'm adding 3 and a half cups of water.

4 tablespoons of soy sauce, 2 tablespoons of sesame oil.

1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar.

So of course, the star ingredient is peanut butter.

I've eaten pretty much the entire jar, so I'm just going to put what's left in the

jar into this noodle dish.

I'm going to guess that's a little more than a tablespoon.

I just turned the heat on to about medium high, so when the pasta starts coming to a

boil you basically set the timer for 9 minutes and keep working at it with your chopsticks,

making sure that things don't get too sticky in there.

It's going to make the creamiest sauce, because basically the starch from the pasta ends up

in the water that it's cooking in.

And here's the finished product, I like to eat it straight out of the pan, put on some

scallions.

Sprinkle on some sesame seeds.

That's it - One Pan Peanut Butter Noodles.

For more infomation >> ONE PAN PEANUT BUTTER PASTA NOODLES - Duration: 1:11.

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【Touhou MMD】Tojiko's Stress (English subs) - Duration: 3:58.

Tojiko looks scary today

Is she in a bad mood?

It thunders when she gets angry, so I'd prefer for her to be in a good mood

Well...

She must be in a bad enough mood to cause this

Tojiko's Stress

If that thing falls on this house

Even with fireproof material, it will be destroyed to pieces

In any case, putting Tojiko in a good mood is our first priority right now

Aha

So it's my turn to shine

You sit back down

Futo

Yes!

You two were born into opposing forces

And though you formed an alliance with her

you betrayed her at the very last moment

You became a stage 5 boss despite not being significantly different from her

and in the fighters, you became playable while she was relegated to the background

Given all that, it should be easy for you to put Tojiko in a good mood

Would you be able to do that for us?

If you have so much faith in me, I cannot say no

Leave it to me!

Ooh, there it is

Challenger 1 Mononobe no Futo

Hey, Tojiko

My divination is doing awesomely splendid today

Want to give it try?

Sorry, but leave me alone right--

All right, then choose one of these

(This bastard...) All right, then choose one of these

(This bastard...)

Hey, feng shui master, this ain't how it's done

I'm changing it up

Man

Uranai ("divination" or "no back side")

How dumb!!

I think I've made a tangible improvement

"Above Senkai" It's gotten bigger

"Above Senkai"

"Above Senkai" How!?

How!?

"Above Senkai" I guess I have to do this after all

You go last

Although, since I have a great plan, we won't get to your turn

Watch close

Challenger 2 Toyosatomimi no Miko

Tojiko, do you have time right now?

Sorry, but not right--

I know we're always causing you a lot of trouble

so I wanted to give you thanks

Th-Thank you

Accept this as a token of my gratitude

Y-Yay, I'm so happy (monotone)

Perfect. Tojiko was happy

"Above Senkai" It's grown far bigger than it was before!

"Above Senkai"

"Above Senkai" I guess she wasn't that happy

What!?

Wh-Why? I was proud of that one...

I-It must not have been her taste

I think it's a wonderful work!

I see

Oh, I have another one. Do you want it?

Umm...

If you give me one as well, I think it will diminish the gratitude to Tojiko!

Hm, good point

Toyosatomimi-sama! I'll go next~

It's over

Let's get the shelter ready

Challenger 3 Seiga Kaku

Tojiko-san, long time no see~

Huh?

Oh my~

If you keep looking like you got your lover stolen by a goldfish

happiness will go running away from you~

What kind of an expression is THAT?

I have a special campaign for a Tojiko-san in need!

I will tell you one thing, anything you want to know!

And for free!

Tell me! What do you want to know?

How to get rid of you

......

Tojiko-san wasn't that different from usual

Please stop, you're making me sad

"Above Senkai" But I think it's gotten a bit smaller

"Above Senkai" From that!?

What's the cause of Tojiko-san's bad mood anyway?

That's the problem

I don't know what it could be

I can't think of anything either

The only thing is, we got a lot of takuan (pickled daikon) from the Temple

That must be it...

Come on, why would takuan put her in such a bad...

Futo-san, what did you do with the takuan?

Taishi-sama and I chopped them up and sprinkled them

I knew it...

What!? We shouldn't have sprinkled takuan!?

It's so good What!? We shouldn't have sprinkled takuan!?

What!? We shouldn't have sprinkled takuan!?

It's easy enough if you think about takuan's property and Tojiko-san's ability

Takuan's property...?

That's right, takuan...

shines when you run electricity through it!

Cool~

Tojiko-san must have been planning to give you two the hope to live

by surprising you with shining takuan

However, this plan was tragically ripped to pieces by you two

Takuan-san [written: Tojiko-san] suffers from the unbearable shock

of having her 1,400-year plan ruined

The fact that she hasn't entered Nirvana is good evidence

Oh no. I had no idea we had refused her act of good will...

So her grudge was not against us, but takuan...

Seiga, what are we to do!?

Well, you could give her pickles instead, or if that's not possible

then you have to apologize to her sincerely

Don't worry, I'm sure Tojiko-san will understand

All right, Futo! We'll go with the greatest apology method in all of Gensokyo!

Leave it to me!

We're so sorry for chopping up the takuaaaaan!!

That's the Sage's Dogeza!

The sincerity is palpable...

Sorry, what is going on

Girls Now Explaining

Uh, I didn't know takuan shined...

Also, that thing's not going to fall

Really!?

I had too much electricity inside me

So I released it into the air once and was gradually eliminating it

I can't just leave around a vengeful spirit's thunder either...

I can't just leave around a vengeful spirit's thunder either... But since you kept talking to me, I lost focus and it went back to the original size

I can't just leave around a vengeful spirit's thunder either...

So it wasn't getting bigger because you didn't like me!

I'm so relieved!

So anyway, I'll get back to concentrating on this

Sorry for bothering you

Oh no, it's nothing urgent

Huh? I don't see it anymore

What? Seriously!?

How could that be...

Oh, about that

Things looked about to end, so I made Yoshika eat it

Do that from the beginning!

[Credits] Do that from the beginning!

For more infomation >> 【Touhou MMD】Tojiko's Stress (English subs) - Duration: 3:58.

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GRWM: Date Night Makeup Tutorial (Subtitulado) | itsmeana - Duration: 13:41.

For more infomation >> GRWM: Date Night Makeup Tutorial (Subtitulado) | itsmeana - Duration: 13:41.

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Once in a lifetime total solar eclipse, 5 months away - Duration: 1:57.

CLEARING NEXT WEEKEND.

IT'S STILL SPRING, BUT PEOPLE

ARE ALREADY BUZZING ABOUT A ONCE

IN A LIFETIME CELESTIAL EVENT

THAT WILL BE HAPPENING THIS

SUMMER. A TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE

WILL BE SEEN IN THE UNITED

STATES. NEWS 4'S KAYLEE WENDT IS

HERE TO TELL US MORE ABOUT IT...

AND WHERE THE BEST PLACES TO SEE

IT WILL BE.

< A TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE ISN'T

SOMETHING YOU SEE EVERYDAY,

EVERY YEAR, OR EVEN EVERY

CENTURY.

BUT IT'S SOMETHING THAT IS

POSSIBLE TO SEE IN AUGUST THIS

YEAR.

((ON AUGUST 21ST WE'RE GOING TO

HAVE AN AMAZING TOTALS SOLAR

ECLIPSE. THAT IS ACTUALLY GOING

TO PASS ACROSS THE WHOLE

CONTINENT OF THE UNITED

STATES.)) BUT WHAT IS A TOTAL

SOLAR ECLIPSE?

((THIS TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE

ACTUALLY HAPPENS BECAUSE THE

MOON IS BETWEEN THE EARTH AND

THE SUN AND WILL CAST A SHADOW

THAT WE'RE GOING TO SEE NOW

CROSSING THE WHOLE UNITED

STATES, GOING FROM OREGON ALL

THE WAY TO SOUTH CAROLINA.)) AND

UNLESS YOU ARE OVER 99 YEARS

OLD, YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS

BEFORE. THE LAST TIME THIS

OCCURED WAS IN 1918. BUT IF YOU

WANT TO SEE IT, YOU WILL HAVE TO

DO SOME TRAVELING. IF NOT,

STAYING PUT IN YOUR HOME HERE IN

WNY WILL ALLOW YOU TO SEE

SOMETHING.

((FOR THE WHOLE UNITED STATES

THERE WILL BE A PARTIAL SOLAR

ECLIPSE THAT YOU WILL BE ABLE TO

SEE.)) THIS WILL LOOK LIKE THE

MOON HAS TAKEN A BITE OUT OF THE

SUN, RATHER THAN THE SKY LOOKING

COMPLETLEY DARK LIKE IN A TOTAL

ECLIPSE. SCIENTISTS ARE ALSO

USING THIS OPPORTUNITY TO DO

SOME RESEARCH.

((SCIENTISTS ARE VERY

ENTHUSISATIC BECAUSE WHEN THIS

HAPPENS THE MOON COVER THE SUN,

THE SOLAR DISK, AND WE CAN SEE

PARTS OF THE SOLAR ATMOSPHERE

CALLED THE SOLAR CORONA THAT WE

DON'T SEE OFTEN.))

THE SOLAR CORONA IS WHERE MOST

OF THE SOLAR STORMS ARE CREATED.

THIS IS ALSO WHERE SCIENTISTS

CAN STUDY SPACE WEATHER.

((IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN FOR AN

HOUR AND A HALF SO THERE IS A

LOT OF DATA THAT CAN BE

COLLECTED ACROSS THE WHOLE

PATH.)) REGARDLESS IF YOU'RE

STAYING LOCAL OR TRAVELING TO

SEE THE PHENOMENON, GET YOUR

For more infomation >> Once in a lifetime total solar eclipse, 5 months away - Duration: 1:57.

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Storm Team 8 Forecast, 6 p.m., 032617 - Duration: 2:48.

WOODTV DOT-COM.

3

3

TONIGHT SCATTERED SHOWERS

WITH A CHANCE OF A RUMBLE OF

THUNDER OR A PATCH OF FOG.

TEMPERATURES WILL RISE TO THE

MID 50S THEN FALL TO THE MID

40S. WINDS WILL BE VARIABLE AT

LESS THAN 10 MPH.NEXT WEEK:

MOST OF MONDAY WILL BE DRY.

THERE IS A CHANCE OF A LIGHT

SHOWER OR SPRINKLE. THE MOST

LIKELY AREA TO SEE THAT WOULD

BE SOUTH OF I-94 IN THE PM.

SKIES WILL GRADUALLY CLEAR

TUESDAY WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF

SUNSHINE IN THE PM AND HIGH IN

THE MID 50S WITH A LIGHT NORTH

WIND. MOSTLY SUNNY WEDNESDAY

WITH HIGHS IN THE MID 50S.

WE'LL HAVE A CHANCE OF SHOWERS

AGAIN THURSDAY PM INTO FRIDAY.

MOST OF NEXT WEEKEND SHOULD BE

DRY.

3

3

For more infomation >> Storm Team 8 Forecast, 6 p.m., 032617 - Duration: 2:48.

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WATCH: Special Olympic World Games medalist welcomed home - Duration: 1:58.

LOPEZ WAS AT THE

CELEBRATION AS THIS GRANITE

STATER BROUGHT HOME THE BRONZE.

SIOBHAN: EMILY AND -- ELLIE COE

AND HER FAMILY A 10 CHURCH HERE.

THEY WANTED TO GIVE HER A

CELEBRATION.

ELLIE COE WAVES TO THE MORE THAN

100 MEMBERS OF HER CHURCH WHO

REARRANGED SUNDAY SERVICES TO

SURPRISE HER.

>> WE ARE REALLY PROUD OF HER.

SIOBHAN: HER MOM KNEW THERE

WOULD BE SOME SORT OF WELCOME

BUT HAD NO IDEA HOW MANY PEOPLE

WOULD COME OUT TO SUPPORT HER

DAUGHTER.

>> THEY ARE INVESTED IN US AND

OUR DAUGHTER.

SIOBHAN: SHE CAME HOME FROM THE

WORLD GAMES WITH A BRONZE MEDAL

IN SNOWSHOEING.

BEING SELECTED TO REPRESENT HER

COUNTRY WAS A MOMENT SHE AND HER

FRIENDS WILL NEVER FORGET.

>> I WAS SHOCKED.

>> OUT OF FLOAT -- I WAS

FLOORED.

>> SHE STRUGGLED HER WHOLE LIFE.

AND SPECIAL OLYMPICS HAS BEEN A

LIGHT FOR HER.

SIOBHAN: SHE COMPETED AND STAYED

IN AUSTRIA FOR TWO WEEKS WITHOUT

HER FAMILY.

AND EXPERIENCE HER MOM SAYS HAS

HELPED HER GROW.

SHE WAS WITH ANOTHER NEW

HAMPSHIRE ATHLETIC FROM

CLAREMONT WHO WILL ALSO BRING

HOME A BRONZE MEDAL.

>> I BONDED WITH MY TEAMMATES.

AND I MET A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE

FROM OTHER COUNTRIES THAT WERE

REALLY NICE.

SIOBHAN: SHE SAYS MOTHER NATURE

COULD HAVE GIVEN HER MORE SNOW

TO PRACTICE WITH THIS WINTER AND

IT WAS EVEN WARMER IN AUSTRIA.

A PLACE SHE WILL NEVER FORGET.

>> THE CLOSING CEREMONIES WERE

ON MY BIRTHDAY.

SIOBHAN: SHE TURNED 19 IN

For more infomation >> WATCH: Special Olympic World Games medalist welcomed home - Duration: 1:58.

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Live Pinpoint Doppler 12 7Day Futurecast - Duration: 3:47.

FROM EYEWITNESS NEWS

METEOROLOGIST T.J. DEL

SANTO, HERE IS YOUR

UPDATED LIVE PINPOINT

DOPPLER 12 FUTURECAST:

TONIGHT: SHOWERS MIXED

WITH LIGHT SLEET OR

FREEZING RAIN IN NORTHERN

RI. LOWS IN THE MID 30S.

WINDS FROM THE NORTHEAST

AROUND 5MPH.

MONDAY: CHILLY AND RAW

WITH PERIODS OF SHOWERS IN

THE MORNING AND

AFTERNOON. HIGHS IN THE MID

TO UPPER 40S. WINDS FROM

THE EAST AND NORTHEAST

5MPH.

TUESDAY: MOSTLY CLOUDY,

HIGHS IN THE MID TO UPPER

50S. CHANCE FOR SHOWERS

LATE IN THE DAY AND EVENING.

HIGHS IN THE LOW TOO MID 50S.

WEDNESDAY: EARLY CLOUDS

AND A LEFT OVER SHOWER,

THEN CLEARING. HIGHS IN THE

LOW TO MID 50S.

THURSDAY: MOSTLY SUNNY

AND DRY. HIGH AROUND 51.

FRIDAY: SUN TO CLOUDS WITH

THE CHANCE FOR SOME LATE

DAY OR EVENING RAIN. HIGHS

AROUND 50.

SATURDAY: RAIN IN THE

MORNING, POSSIBLY INTO THE

EARLY AFTERNOON. HIGHS IN

THE UPPER 40S. STRONG

NORTHEAST WINDS ARE

POSSIBLE.

SUNDAY: SUNNY AND DRIER

WITH HIGHS IN THE LOW 50S.

WATCH LIVE WEATHER

UPDATES FROM

METEOROLOGISTS TONY

PETRARCA, MICHELLE

MUSCATELLO, T.J. DEL SANTO,

AND PETE MANGIONE ON

EYEWITNESS NEWS ON WPRI 12

AND LIVE STREAMING ON

WPRI.COM.

TONIGHT: SHOWERS MIXED

WITH LIGHT SLEET OR

FREEZING RAIN IN NORTHERN

RI. LOWS IN THE MID 30S.

WINDS FROM THE NORTHEAST

AROUND 5MPH.

MONDAY: CHILLY AND RAW

WITH PERIODS OF SHOWERS IN

THE MORNING AND

AFTERNOON. HIGHS IN THE MID

TO UPPER 40S. WINDS FROM

THE EAST AND NORTHEAST

5MPH.

TUESDAY: MOSTLY CLOUDY,

HIGHS IN THE MID TO UPPER

50S. CHANCE FOR SHOWERS

LATE IN THE DAY AND EVENING.

HIGHS IN THE LOW TOO MID 50S.

WEDNESDAY: EARLY CLOUDS

AND A LEFT OVER SHOWER,

THEN CLEARING. HIGHS IN THE

LOW TO MID 50S.

THURSDAY: MOSTLY SUNNY

AND DRY. HIGH AROUND 51.

FRIDAY: SUN TO CLOUDS WITH

THE CHANCE FOR SOME LATE

DAY OR EVENING RAIN. HIGHS

AROUND 50.

For more infomation >> Live Pinpoint Doppler 12 7Day Futurecast - Duration: 3:47.

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Creepypastas With MARKOSIS #9 - Duration: 20:08.

When you work with dead bodies, you see things, things that keep you up at night if you think

too much about them.

One time I was transporting the body of an old lady who died in her sleep.

I was at a red light, waiting for it to change, and glanced in the rearview mirror just as

she sat up, the sheet falling from her face.

Muscle spasm.

Things happen.

I knew that even then, but it scared the shit out of me, and that night, as I struggled

to sleep, I convinced myself that she looked at me.

Replaying it in my mind, her head tilted just so, and her dead, vacant eyes seemed to register

a flicker of recognition,

Of course I was imagining it.

A body sitting up is natural.

Hell, a body moaning from under a crisp white sheet is natural too.

When you're sitting next to it alone in a morgue at three in the morning, it's creepy,

but you can explain it.

But what I'm about to tell you...you can't explain.

About ten years ago, I was working as a CNA in a nursing home.

A CNA does all the grunt work nurses are too good for.

Mr. Johnson shit on himself?

Call a CNA.

Mrs. Mathers is four hundred pounds and needs a bed pan shoved under her?

Call a CNA.

You have to be physically strong to do it...and have a strong stomach.

A very strong stomach.

There was this old black lady there, her name was Miss Violet, at least that's what we

called her.

Sweet as pie.

One day, she gets sick.

Everyone who knew anything said it was cancer.

The doctor, on the other hand, said it wasn't, and gave her Tylonel 3 for pain.

For a good week she'd sit on the edge of her bed, rocking back and forth in pain, tears

streaming down her face.

When she'd get up, globs of...God knows what would fall out of her.

I think it was her insides.

The cancer was literally chewing it up and spitting it out.

Terrible.

They finally diagnosed her right and got her on some heavy duty shit, but she was dead

in a week anyway.

I usually worked the graveyard shift, 11pm to 7am.

Unless you've been in a nursing home late at night, with the lights low and the sounds

of moaning, groaning, demented laughter, and screaming occasionally rising down long, dimly

lit corridors, you'll never know what horrible places they can be.

One night, I came in and checked on my patients.

Mr. Avis, a little old WWII vet from California, had been sick all day.

I peeked in at him around 11, saw he was okay (or what passed for it), and then went on

with my round.

I came back at 11:30.

He was dead.

Have you ever touched a dead body?

Their skin is hard and icy, like marble.

That's what Mr. Avis felt like.

I checked his vitals, and sure enough, he was dead.

I called the nurse, she did her thing, and yep, he was dead as a doornail.

I pulled the sheet over his head and went back to the nurses' station, where the night

nurse was calling the mortician.

When she was done, we chatted for a minute, then went about our night.

I was sad to see Mr. Avis go.

It's hard to see these people everyday, and get to know them, only to have them die

on you.

But at the same time, you get used to it.

At around five, the nurse called me to the station.

The mortician, a tall, gaunt man with black hair, was waiting.

He needed help with Mr. Avis, and it fell to me to be the help.

I grabbed an empty gurney and wheeled it down to Mr. Avis's room.

Inside, I switched on the light, pushed the gurney next to the bed, and waited for the

mortician.

When he came in, he told me to remove the sheet from Mr. Avis's body.

I started to pull it down, but stopped, my heart leaping into my throat.

Mr. Avis, his eyes closed and his face slack, was trying to speak, his lips moving as though

he were trying to form words.

No sound escaped.

"Uh, he's trying to talk."

The mortician came over and looked at Mr. Avis.

He made a small hmmmm sound.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

I blinked.

"Yeah, I took his vitals.

He's dead."

The mortician opened his bag and pulled out a stethoscope.

He listened to Mr. Avis's heartbeat, or lack thereof.

He then tried to flex the old man's arm.

Mr. Avis's flesh was gray, mottled, and cold.

His joints were stiff.

Rigor mortis had set in.

"Gas escaping the stomach," the mortician said.

"Help me get him on the gurney."

I looked uncertainly from Mr. Avis to the mortician.

The old man's lips were moving, and to me, it didn't look like something random.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.

Now come on."

Sighing, I went to Mr. Avis's head and bent to grab him under his shoulders.

That's when the words began.

They were indistinct, garbled, and breathy.

I leaned closer, and heard:

"Holy Mary...mother of God...pray for us sinners..."

I jerked back like I'd been shot, something like hysteria welling within me.

"He's talking," I said, pointing.

My voice was shaky even to my own ears.

Darkness passed across the mortician's face.

"No he isn't.

He's dead."

"He's...he's praying!"

Sighing, the mortician leaned over and listened.

I saw his eyes widen.

"You hear it."

The mortician licked his lips and stood up straight.

"Roll him over."

I didn't move.

"Now!"

I swallowed hard and then rolled Mr. Avis onto his side.

The mortician lifted the puke green grown the old man was wearing.

His skin was splotched with pink.

When you die, your heart stops circulating blood, so the blood pools in the lowest parts

of the body.

This is called livor mortis, and appears within a few hours of death.

I let Mr. Avis fall back onto his back.

I leaned over and listened.

"...pray for us sinners...now and at the hour of our death..."

I walked out right then and there.

An old myth I heard says that the soul stays trapped in the body for three days after death.

You're aware the entire time.

I think even to the point of feeling pain.

One time I read that brain activity can sometimes continue in a dead body for hours after the

heart stops.

I wonder if Mr. Avis wasn't still "there" somehow, even though he was dead.

Like maybe he knew his body wasn't working, knew he'd been covered with a sheet for

five hours, and that he was about to be taken away.

Like he knew...and he was praying for it to end...praying so hard inside that he started

to speak.

I'm an orderly at a small psychiatric wing at a hospital in the Pacific North West.

I've been here for a few years, and for the most part I enjoy the job.

I've had a few scary close calls with patients, but those are stories for another time.

The thing I came here to tell you about today started about a week ago, when we got a new

patient.

He was frightening from the very first moment I saw the man, and I don't scare very easily.

He was screaming, and wild-eyed, thrashing and screaming at the unfortunate EMT's who

were escorting him into the ward.

I helped one of the nurses prepare a sedative in a small gauge syringe.

I then moved to help restrain the patient, the nurse jamming the needle through his Bermuda

shorts into his left buttock.

We then maneuvered the man onto a gurney where we could attach his wrists to the rails.

I wheeled the screaming, thrashing man into one of the isolation rooms while the nurse

talked to the men who accompanied him.

After a while he fell quiet, and I peered through the window.

His body was limp against the mattress, but his legs and torso were contorted unnaturally.

I shivered a bit and went about my business.

He woke up some time later, and his shouting and cursing resumed, as did his struggles

against the restraints.

I got chills watching him and went about my routine after a few minutes, mopping the floor

as I made my rounds, keeping my eyes and ears open as I always do.

A few of the other patients seemed to be responding to the new man's cries and I felt a mixture

of fascination and fear as I usually did dealing with the unfortunate souls that we hold here.

I focused on my task and thankfully the rest of the night passed without incident.

When I came in the next day, a group of nurses was standing around the small window where

the medication was dispensed, chattering animatedly.

I approached, fixing my usual professional smile on my face as I walked toward the women.

"What's the word tonight?"

I asked, trying to sound casual, despite the morbid sense of curiosity that had come over

me suddenly.

One of the women, who we will call Janice turned to me.

"That new patient is still under heavy sedation.

He screams every second he's awake.

Doctor Leeds says that he's doing serious damage to his vocal chords, but there's nothing

that seems to calm him besides Thorazine."

Her careworn face was grave while she explained the situation to me and I felt the sympathetic

tug at my heart strings, as anyone would.

The man was clearly out of his mind for one reason or another.

I went about my job, helping to clean up after and move the patients from the day room to

their nightly group therapy sessions, and also assisting with the lock down of the ward.

The old man seemed sedated again as I passed his room, checking the door handle twice being

sure that it was locked tight.

His face was turned toward the small window, slack and relaxed, his mouth hanging open

affording me a view of his rotted, broken teeth.

His tongue, swollen and sort of discolored lolled from between parched, chapped lips.

I felt a small wave of empathy before I continued on my rounds.

It was pretty quiet for a few hours, then a sound, different than before but haunting

in its own unique way found my ears as I strolled along the halls.

The words had a definite rhythm to them, and as I drew nearer and nearer to the sound,

I started to recognize the tune.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, my fair lady."

Came the words, slightly off-key and somehow the voice held a sweet, childlike quality.

I stopped short of the door to the new patient's room, his singing halted, and it made me hesitate

to peer through the safety glass, but I did it anyway.

The man had slipped one of his hands free somehow, and was working to free his other

wrist as I unfastened the small radio from my belt, calling for security.

Without thinking my other hand moved into the pocket of my slacks, withdrawing the key

ring from it, my fingers searching for the correct key, fitting it into the lock and

twisting rapidly.

I stepped into the room and tried to get the man's attention, but he continued to unfasten

the padded cuff attached to the rail of the gurney.

I stepped forward to interrupt his attempt at freedom, and his head turned toward me,

stopping me in my tracks.

His eyes, they were inhuman.

Not dilated but pure obsidian, even the sclera tinted dark.

His lips were twisted into a feral, almost doglike snarl.

"If you touch me, I'll pull your guts out through your asshole."

The patient said, calm and collected, so unlike the raving, screaming lunatic he had been

in the days and hours previous.

I was happy to hear the heavy footfalls echoing down the hallway outside, a group of guards

and nurses flooding the room.

We managed to get him restrained again, though he bit one of the nurses.

His teeth, despite their decayed state had taken a small chunk of flesh from her wrist.

He spit the blood and bit of skin at one of the guards even while the man was spraying

him in the face with pepper spray.

I had to leave, gagging, eyes stinging with tears and not just because of the noxious

spray in the air.

Blood was everywhere.

They stayed in the room with the raving, screaming man, who at this point was cursing people

out rather than just inarticulately screeching as he had before.

I shivered while I waited for the others to exit the room, feeling faint from the sight

of the vivid crimson fluid splashed around the sterile white room.

Eventually the man was quiet and the group left the room, the nurse who had been bit

pressing a blood soaked towel against her wound with all the pressure she could stand.

One of the security guards escorted her to the Emergency floor of the hospital, and the

rest of us were understandably on edge the rest of the night.

I overheard the nurses talking about having one of the doctors authorize a higher level

of restraint, and the thought of wrestling the man into a straight jacket wasn't appealing

to me, if I'm honest with myself as well as you guys.

I wasn't sure that the man was actually under the effects of the sedative.

The eyes had spooked me, and the crazy thing is that nobody else seemed to notice it, or

if they did, they were keeping it to themselves, just like I was, at least for the moment.

The woman who got bit quit that night, so I'll probably never know if she saw it or

not.

I think I'm finally getting up the nerve to ask Janice if she saw his eyes.

His behavior only got worse after that night, and it hit another sort of zenith if you will,

last night.

I was again walking the halls, I think I was actually just about to take a break, not having

slept well the night before and being slightly exhausted because of it.

The man's guttural howls and chattering screams were echoing around the corner, and I dreaded

walking by the room, but it had to be done.

I also didn't really want to look in on the patient, but again, I had to.

His back was ached against the mattress, twisting and writhing, legs and arms thrashing as much

as they could.

At least he wasn't saying actual words this time.

I wrote down the number of patients in the ward and checked out with Janice for my lunch

break, the man's screams ringing in my ears even as I ate my sandwich in the sparsely

populated cafeteria.

There was something wrong with the sound, it was dark, primal.

I shivered and stared at the buzzing, harsh bulbs behind the thin plastic cover, just

to remind myself of where I was.

I got up, suddenly no longer hungry, disposing of the remnants of my food.

I still had twenty minutes before I had to be back on the ward so I walked to the elevator,

taking it down to the ground floor, following the signs to the small smoking shelter.

I bummed a cigarette from a security guard who was taking a break as well, and he asked

me about the incident a few nights before.

I could feel myself sweating as I told him the story, whether that was from the memory

or the nicotine I'm unsure.

I don't usually smoke, but the added stress I felt at the time was extreme, and I couldn't

drink and do this job.

The urge to drink did come up, and it has lingered for a while.

I took the stairs up to the ward, prolonging returning to work as many seconds as I could.

I also took a pit stop in the bathroom as well, urinating and washing my face before

examining my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like walking Death, and felt about the same.

The patient's threat and screams echoed through my mind as I stared at myself, and I shuddered

again.

I walked back to the day room, and posted up until I had to make a count again, watching

an old cartoon on the large flat screen mounted on the far wall.

I got up and got moving, checking in on all the occupied rooms, purposely starting as

far from our new resident as possible.

At least he hadn't been screaming when I was in the day room.

The cold chill that was starting to become familiar crept up my spine as I checked in

on the last patient around the corner from the man, and that's when I heard it.

A soft sound, almost indistinct at this distance, and as my steps carried me closer, I heard

what I can only describe as a female child giggling.

The sound made me stop for a full five seconds, frozen in place and hyperventilating.

I broke my paralysis somehow and took another step forward.

I peered through the window, and saw the man sitting upright on his gurney, feet and arms

free, though the restraints were buckled.

He stared at me through the window, and smiled, raising a hand to wave at me.

I started for my radio again and that's when I was struck by the sensation of an ice pick

driving through my right eye.

My hand froze above the radio no matter how hard I tried to grab it.

No sound exited my throat when I tried to call for help.

My abdomen quivered and the pain intensified, causing me to scream.

That drew attention and I felt an invisible wave crash into my body, throwing me to the

floor, knocking me loopy, but I was still conscious as Janice and another nurse helped

me to my feet.

The man cackled as they called security, helping me into the Nurse's Station, where I quit,

not giving a reason, or answering any questions as I collected my stuff.

I don't believe in demons, I don't think, but I may have met one.

I noticed the itch the first time I met Ivy.

She sat next to me in psychology the first day of class.

We started talking about music or something and everything felt really comfortable.

Except for the irritable itch.

At the time it was only a mere inconvenience confined to my left arm.

I thought it was just dry skin.

A few weeks later Ivy and I were watching a movie in my living room when she noticed

me itching the spot.

She told me I should get it looked at by my school nurse.

I'm not the kind of guy who takes care of himself but I agreed to anyway to make her

happy.

The nurse told me I was showing symptoms of ringworm.

She told me to buy some Lotrimin at the Walgreens and rub it on my arm two times a day and that

I'll be fine in a few weeks.

A few weeks passed.

I wasn't very disciplined about applying the cream.

I'd do it for a while then miss a day and it would be worse than it's ever been.

And it spread.

First to my other arm, then both legs, and up and down my chest and back.

Spotted Red circles covering my body.

It itched and it burned.

I was fed up and even tried to bleach the infected parts.

That just made it come back bolder and redder.

Ivy and I got really close the next couple months.

We stopped dressing up for dates as much and spent more time watching movies in my living

room.

I took her to my favorite "spot" and told her I loved her and she said it back.

All this time my ringworm only got worse.

It would be foolish at this point not to acknowledge a correlation with how close I became with

Ivy and how much the rash grew.

But I didn't want to stop being with Ivy, and it was worth the constant itch and burning

on my skin.

Ringworm is contagious but only if skin to skin contact is made with the rash, so we

held off anything too physical until I could get rid of the rash.

But like most 20 year olds we couldn't wait.

It was one of those nights when we finished watching a movie and were kissing on my couch

when she suggested we take it up to my bedroom.

Things were getting really heated and before either of us had any wits about us, our clothes

were on the other side of the room.

This was both of our first times and I couldn't comprehend how I was feeling such intense

euphoria.

As we both finished it was that feeling but magnified to an even greater intensity, my

whole body felt free and relaxed, like it hadn't for months.

Ivy screamed, but this time out of pain, not pleasure.

When I opened my eyes I saw what was making me feel so good, and it wasn't Ivy.

Around 30 big ass red worms with orange gue were escaping out of all the rings on my body

and were digging their way into Ivy's skin.

Ivy and I immediately pulled apart but the worms pulled our bodies back together.

We struggled to separate but it was like trying to escape from under a pile of rocks.

They were too strong.

Ivy screamed and bled as the worms bit through her and claimed their spot under her skin.

I felt guilty because of how good it felt.

The holes the worms were leaving on their way out of my skin felt like relaxing acupuncture

and when I bled out onto Ivy it felt like a sweet release.

When the worms finally left my body and were in hers I felt like mountains were lifted

off my shoulders.

I'd never felt this good.

But Ivy was on my bed in pain.

The last of the worms were wiggling their way inside of her and we tried grabbing the

ends and pulling them out but they were too strong.

She tried reaching into the holes they left on her skin but they swam too far inside and

she only ripped her skin open more.

I took her to the emergency room but the nurse just told her to pick up some Lotrimin from

Walgreens and that it would be better in a few weeks.

Ivy broke up with me.

It wasn't that she was mad about the incident, because she knew it was as much my fault as

hers.

I think she just wasn't the same with the ringworm and she didn't love me like she

used to.

I spent a month being sad until a pretty girl sat next to me my first day of biology.

I said hi and itched my arm.

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Secret shoppers in Clinton - Duration: 1:57.

>> THE PREMIS IS SIMPLE, GET IN

AND GET OUT WITHOUT BEING MADE

ASK A QUESTION OR TWO, CHECK OUT

THE MERCHANDISE AND REPORT BACK

TO HEADQUARTERS.

THESE PEOPLE ARE SECRET SHOPPERS

ALSO KNOW AS MYSTERY SHOPPERS.

THEY HELP TO IMPROVE THE

CUSTOMER SERVICE EXPERIENCE AT

BUSINESSES.

AND NEXT MONTH THEY'RE HEADED TO

CLINTON.

>> THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR

THAT BUSINESS TO SEE HOW THE

CUSTOMERS ARE TREATED WHEN THEY

WALKED IN.

HOW THE PRODUCT DID AND TO BE

ABLE TO EVALUATE IT.

>> THE CLINTON CHAMBER OF

COMMERCE PARTNERED WITH MAIN

STREET CLINTON TO COME UP WITH

THE IDEA.

BUT INSTEAD OF HIRING AN OUTSIDE

COMPANY

THEY'RE DOING IT THEMSELVES WITH

VOLUNTEERS.

>> MONEY'S A LITTLE SHORT SO

HAVING A TEAM TO TAKE THIS ON

WAS A REALLY GOOD IDEA . MYSTERY

SHOPPERS HAVE BEEN AROUND SINCE

THE 1940'S.

>> THEY ANONYMOUSLY EVALUATE

EVERYTHING FROM RESTAURANTS, AND

CLOTHING STORES TO THEME PARKS

AND CAR REPAIR SHOPS.

>> UNDERSTANDING CUSTOMERS BY

RUBY NEWELL-LEGNER EXPLAINS THAT

90% OF CUSTOMERS WHO HAD A BAD

CUSTOMER EXPERIENCES WON'T GO

BACK TO THAT BUSINESS AGAI

WHICH MEANS MANY TIMES THESE

CUSTOMERS WON'T COMPLAIN,

THEY'LL JUST GO TO A COMPETITOR

AND WITH BRICK AND MORTAR

BUSINESSES FIGHTING AGAINST

ONLINE STORES CUSTOMER

SATISFACTION IS MORE RELEVANT

THAN EVER .

>> SO MANY TIMES OUR BUSINESSES

ARE BEING EVALUATED BUT JUST

LIKE YOU SAID

PEOPLE WILL NOT GO BACK AND

SPEND THEIR MONEY THERE.

THE CLINTON CHAMBER SAYS ITS

THERE MISSION TO GROW

BUSINESSES.

LEADERS THINK THIS IS A GOOD WAY

TO SELF-EVALUATE

>> THEY WILL BE EVALUATED FROM

THE MOMENT THEY DRIVE INTO THE

PARKING UP TO THE MOMENT THEY

LEAVE.

>> THE CHAMBER SAYS THOSE

VOLENTEERS WILL GO THROUGH

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Eng CC: Ballerino Episode 2 (Conclusion) Beautiful, Emotional Korean Short Drama - Duration: 50:09.

Ballerino

Act 2

Are these all your belongings?

Yes. Thank you.

I really don't like loud things.

- Act as if you're not here even if you're here. Do you understand -- Yes.

Sleep.

Lose some rigidity in your body.

You're not a stick.

Thank you.

If you're thankful, then work hard.

Yes.

I'll work really hard.

It won't be easy.

It's always like that for everyone.

It always isn't easy.

Yes.

And...I

Please help me to become a ballerino.

Why?

Because you need to earn money?

There's that, but that's not the only reason.

Anyway, you are shameless.

Save a stranger from the sea, and he'll turn into your enemy. ls that right?

Good morning.

Now, everyone.

Quickly gather.

This is trainee member. Mr. Lee Pyeong Ho.

Please take good care of me.

They're going to put on the same production as us?

Yes.

It's also at the same day on the same time. The exact same performance at the same day and the same time.

Aren't they crazy?!

We revealed our line-up first

How can they put on the same production on the same day?!

I know, right. They're crazy, crazy.

In addition, the main role was the Bolshoi Ballet's Yu Gyeong Min.

He is a star and wins the Benois de la Danse prize last year.How can we win?

<i>4 and a 1, 2, 3.</i>

<i>4 and a 1</i>

The wine was good, right?

I haven't drunk it yet.

4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Oh, I heard you brought him here.

Who brought him here? He stuck on by himself.

Oh...

He's good.

Nice body and nice mask

ls that so?

If you tell them to dance from the first chord, most wouldn't know what to do by themselves, and would be moving randomly.

But look at that.

Moving ahead of the crowd, he's never seen the moves dozens of times. He stands out alone from the rest of them.

He doesn't even look at the movements of the other dancers next to him and he matches the steps at once.

HE just feeling his movement.<br>Oh, excellent!

Is it because he's from the North?

What do you mean North?

Are you saying he escaped from the North?

Yes.

There's even drama?

It'll be worth it to raise him.

<i>5, 6.</i>

1,2,3,4

1,2,3

You're doing well.

But it's not breathtaking.

Spinning 10 times is important

but even if you can only spin once,

you have to be able to touch the audience by just standing on the stage.

That's a true performer.

Understand?

If you want to do that, do you know what you have to do?

Practice, and practice again.

Yes.

Continue.

Ah...really...

<i>-What is that? <br> -Goodness!</i>

Did you do this?

Yes.

Who told you to touch my belongings without my permission?

No, I just thought the picture looked good.

Looked good, my butt.

Do you know what's dirty about family?

What is it?

It's that you can't abandon them even if you want to.

That's what family is.

Do you understand?

Don't talk like that!

How can you say you're going to abandon your family?

You can't see them even when you want to, can't look for them even when you want to,

you don't even know if they're dead! Do you even know what that frustration

feels like?!

Do you know what it's like not even knowing if your precious parents and siblings are eating well or whether they are alive?

I would like to rip the mouth of anyone who says such things.

Here.

Sit.

I didn't know you spoke that well until today.

I'm sorry.

For what?

For yelling.

But, I did nothing wrong aside from that.

It's not right to talk about family like that.

There aren't many families who get along with each other.

At times, it could be more comfortable for both parties to not see each other and continue on with life.

Then, what makes them different from strangers?

At times, they're even worse than strangers.

Because they get angry and fight when they meet.

I'm envious of even being able to get angry and fight.

I'm happy with whatever they do so...just a place where I could go.

I just wish they were in a place where I could go.

If you can't handle your emotions, you won't be able to control your body too.

From seeing you yelling at me, it seems you have strength to spare these days.

For 100 days we're going to form a pair dropping everything else.

Understand?

Yes.

"The Nutcracker."

It's good.

Try it.

-Here? <br>-Why?

You can't, right?

Let's go.

Ah,

no.

Your passport can only be issued after 2 years, including the time you spend training to get adjusted in South Korea.

It's only been a year since you've escaped from the North.

Ah, my sister is trapped in Laos. Haven't you seen the news?

I have to go find her. I have to go.

It's no use even if you tell me.

I'll come right back as soon as I find my sister. I really won't go anywhere else.

Is there really no other way?

Yes.

Come this way.

You didn't see her?

Still?

Then what happens now?

That means she could be dragged back to the North.

Then when-

Oh, you're here.

Ah, now. Let's go in.

Sun Woo. As expected, there's only you.

Our 30 year anniversary performance can't be done without you.

I've decided on Pyeong Ho as this performance's male lead.

How about it? Will you try it, Mr. Lee Pyeong Ho?

If this performance ends well, you'll become a star.

You know what a star is, right?

Get up.

I don't give an outstanding role to an inept performer. I'll take responsibility.

I said get up!

The decision is made by you.

What are you doing right now? Is the performance a joke? You brought the kid here, are you trying to make him a sight to see now?!

Aren't you going to get up?

You're going to become a laughing stock?

You want to try it, right?

Yes. But before that,

I have a favor.

Now, everyone. Everyone, are you really going to be like this? There isn't much time before the performance.

We can only do the performance if we understand.

If it's like this, then who will practice to become the main lead?

-Director, I can't do this performance. Let's go.<br>-Let's go, let's go.

Moo Hyuk, Moo Hyuk.

Oh, please. Everyone, stop, stop. Oh...

I'm sorry!

I really have to do this performance. Senior, I'm sorry! Senior, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!

Senior, I really have to do this performance. please! Senior, I'm sorry!

I'll work really hard! I'll work really hard! I beg you just this once! Just this once. Senior, I'm really sorry! I'm sorry!

Senior, I'm really sorry! I'm sorry. Senior Moo Hyuk, I'm really sorry. Sorry.

I'll work hard! I beg you for this favor! I'll work hard. I'm sorry!

So many years have passed but your villa is still the same.

What is this?

I came to be your drinking buddy.

Thanks.

Lee Sun Woo, you age too.

Why are you like this alone with your pride all shriveled up?

Don't be sarcastic.

I heard. Pyeong Ho became the male lead.

Those shallow people.

Is that a performance? They're just putting a pitiful kid on stage and selling tickets.

So that's why you should teach Pyeong Ho. Teach him so he can put on a proper performance and not get used.

He's the same. If I say it won't be for him, he should trust me.

He jumped at the chance since they said he was going to give him the male lead.

Do you only have the heart that's for Pyeong Ho? Nothing else?

What else is there?

Jealousy. You're being jealous right now.

Of course you're worried about Pyeong Ho. But you're getting angry and irritated because you're jealous.

I know because I've done it a lot.

Mmm...whatever the Director was thinking when she put Pyeong Ho as the main lead, this is still a chance for Pyeong Ho.

At the very least, a chance has come to the kid whom you started acknowledging.

It's you job as a teacher to make sure that chance doesn't turn into poison.

I've...started to acknowledge him?

You've changed too. At the very least, you're better than when I left you.

You know how to acknowledge someone and you know how to get jealous.

You're much more humane.

You know me better than I know myself.

Then, why didn't you take me and live with me?

Because I know you too well.

I know very well that there is nothing but ballet in your life.

So in the end, it was because of me.

Because of me, I was having a hard time.

Because of me...

You're amazing. I finally realized.

Stop, stop!

What are you doing right now? Is that ballet? You're just flailing around right now.

Are you a high-jump athlete?

I'm sorry.

The next step is this. The step after it is that. Jumps have to be high. Jump higher.

Do you not think about what situation you're in, what the lead character is feeling?

Do you know what you're like right now? Look, look!

Why are you doing like this as a lead character ? Your face looks extremely difficult.

Lee Pyeong Ho, you're a prince right now. You're a prince in a dream who is traveling in the realm of the fantasy land.

Would you be worried? Would your face be a face filled with worry?

No.

Then you should be enjoying it!

If you're going to be like this, then why did you accept the role of the male lead? Is ballet a joke to you?

If you have no skill, then you should at least work hard.

This bastard thinks he's actually good because they tell you that you are and they gave you the lead.

Don't be mistaken. You're being used right now. Why don't you know that, you idiotic fool?!

I know too!

So what?

What's wrong with that?! If I can save my younger sister,

I can be used like this hundreds of times!

How can I make a pleasant face? How can I be happy? My...

My younger sister...might die.

You don't even know. You don't know anything!

They say the lead dancer this time is a defector from the North who was at the Korean Defectors' Institute.

Yes. He is our Lee Sun Woo's disciple -ah, now he's your junior.

You became a ballerino after escaping from the North-

He's just a ballerino.

Yes.

How long has it been since you came to South Korea?

Ah, it has been a little over a year.

Did you come alone?

Yes.

Then, what about the other members of your family?

I have one younger sister.

In a few hours, this place will be packed with the audience.

Lee Pyeong Ho, what do you dance for?

Money? Fame? Or your younger sister?

All of them.

That's why you won't do. Your dancing is too desperate, almost to the point of it being pitiful.

Even if you believe in yourself, you still need courage and effort.

You don't need anything else. You just have to think about yourself on stage and only dance for yourself on stage.

Pyeong Ho.

Lee Pyeong Ho, you're going to become a prince today.

Yes.

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness. If it's like that, then shouldn't we tell him?

If you tell him, what's going to change?

Ah...still, what to do? How did it end up that way?

She heard her older brother was living in South Korea so she ran away from the house she was living in.

She got caught in Laos while trying to come to Korea.

It seems she was unlucky.

But still, if she gets dragged back to the North, won't she get shot by a firing squad or something?

I don't know.

Ah! How about Hyun Hee's condition?

She's OK. OK. It's just too bad.

You're nervous, right?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I took the role...

Hey, why are you sorry?

Today's performance is yours. Do well.

Have you heard?

What?

Your younger sister was dragged back to the North.

Ah, what is this? What is this?

What's this? What 's going on?

Shouldn't there be a refund?

Ah. What! I don't know whatever.

What's the matter?

He's here!

What are you doing right now?

You have to go out right now-

Oh!

-Pyeong Ho! <br> -Pyeong Ho!

Call the ambulance, Hurry!

-Why is he like this? <br> -Pyeong Ho!

-Get Moo Hyuk on stage, quickly. <br> -Moo Hyuk, where is Moo Hyuk?

Bring Moo Hyuk right now.

-Moo Hyuk! <br> -Pyeong Ho! Pyeong Ho! Lee Pyeong Ho!

Pull yourself together, Lee Pyeong Ho. Lee Pyeong Ho!

Teen aged North Korean defectors will be repatriated

It's been a while.

Yes.

What brings you here?

You haven't contacted me in years.

I have a request.

A request? What kind of right does a person who left the house on his own have to make a request?

You were the one that was dissatisfied saying a man was crazy about dance.

Did you call me out to fight with me? This rude bastard.

I was wrong, Father.

It's a favor you have to grant.

He got all of his money stolen by a broker in Canada and got deported after lying on his refugee application

He was arrested as soon as he arrived in Korea since he was on the Wanted List

I just

shouldn't have left South Korea.

Don't...skip meals.

Hey.

Lee Pyeong Ho.

Lee Pyeong Ho!

Come out.

I said come out!

Eat.

I can't eat.

How can I eat this?

Right now, Gyeong Ae-

What about Gyeong Ae?

It hasn't been confirmed that she has been dragged back to the North.

Of course there's a possibility, that's why those words came out. But so what?

Even if it is confirmed-

It's because you don't know

what kind of place that is.

What happens if you get dragged there, how you die...

I know.

I've heard it countless of times and I've seen it countless of times.

Are you going to give up and let go when it's not even confirmed yet?

Even if everything is hopeless, if you have a 1/100,

no, 1/10,000 chance of hope, then shouldn't you grab onto that and desperately hold onto it?

That's how you can bring back Gyeong Ae or not.

If you give up, then that's the end. What kind of older brother is like this?

Don't think too complicatedly and just do what you can do now.

If you're not going to do anything, then just dance. You can at least temporarily forget that way.

I'm not telling you to lose Gyeong Ae. I'm telling you not to lose yourself.

Sun Woo.

You're the pillar of our ballet studio.

You need to give the 30th anniversary performance. You would give it the right tone.

Why should I?

Tell Moo Hyuk to do it.

Ah, why are you like this when you already know?

It's still too much of a stretch for him.

That's not my problem.

Lee Sun Woo.

Why didn't you tell Pyeong Ho about his younger sister?

There was a performance!

So, did it go well?

I'll kneel down.

-Director. <br> -Sun Woo,

I know you don't like me.

But what do we do about the performance? All the tickets have been sold but who will stand on stage?

What did the audience do to deserve that? Don't you agree?

Instead, I have a condition.

Yes, I called about the North Korean refugee being detained in Laos right now.

What?

Are you certain?

<i>MALE <br>Artistic Director; Principals ; Ballet Master</i>

I brought you because I thought you would run away again.

Don't go anywhere and stay here until the performance ends.

Why aren't you answering?

I...

I want to dance.

What?

What I can do...

dance.

I want to dance.

Okay.

Go and get your makeup done. I'll tell them.

Lee Pyeong Ho.

Lee Pyeong Ho.

Outside.<br>Someone want to see you.

Ah, yes.

Pyeong Ho.

Older brother.

Older brother.

I'm here.

Let's do well.

Do well.

The music featured in this film is from the ballets Swan Lake <br>and Nutcracker, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840 - 1893

Why are you following me around

I flew to the sky like the butterfly before

Really

Then do you want to try to fly like me?

Yes!

Watch closely.

1,2,3!

Woah.

You're good. Try this too.

Woah!

You're really good. Okay,

one last thing.

You're really good. You have talent in ballet.

Do you want to come find me this Saturday?

My name is Lee Sun Woo.

Yes, Lee Sun Woo.

Promise?

Promise.

Ahyu! Move!

Pyeong Ho, come over here.

Oh, you're smart!

Let's put that in there.

Are you happy after seeing your older brother?

Open it.

I made this movie as a beam of hope to North Korean defectors who live as strangers in their homeland with the hope of reunifiction someday.</i>

This film is laid before the hearts of all the Pyeong Hos.

It's what I wore when I did my first ballet performance.

Cherish it.

- Thank you. - You know, right?

It's real from now on.

Yes.

Why did that go in there?

I told you before that I went to Pyongyang 7 or 8 years ago.

That was taken then.

If that kid

learned ballet,

he would have done really well.

I wonder what he's doing now.

What...?

Why?

Let's take a picture as a moving ceremory!

Ji Hye, come here.

1, 2, 3!

Ah, stop being so nervous. Smile!

1, 2, 3!

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Bendición | Blessing - Trailer - Duration: 0:45.

The smell of your body

the softness of your skin

how you bristle when I touched you

that deep look when I kiss you

you are special

and tonight will be ...

It will be a night we will never forget

Blessing

04.30.17

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URI, Hurley Working on Contract Extension - Duration: 1:28.

AS IS CUSTOMARY IN

COLLEGE

BASKETBALL---WHEN YOU

HAVE A SUCCESSFUL

SEASON THE HEAD COACH

IS USUALLY REWARDED

AND THE RHODY RAMS

PLAN TO ACKNOWLEDGE

DAN HURLEY'S EFFORTS

THIS YEAR WITH A

CONTRACT EXTENSION.

ATHLETIC DIRECTOR

THORR BJORN JOINED ME

EARLIER IN STUDIO AND

TELLS ME THE SCHOOL

AND HURLEY ARE

WORKING ON EXTENDING

HIS CURRENT DEAL

BJORN, HURLEY AND

UNIVERSITY PRESIDENT

DAVID DOOLEY MET AT

CHOP HOUSE FRIDAY

NIGHT IN SOUTH

KINGSTOWN TO DISCUSS

A NEW DEAL.... AS IT

STANDS NOW, HURLEY IS

CONTRACTED TO COACH

THE RAMS THROUGH THE

2021-222 SEASON. SO YES

EXPECT A COUPLE MORE

YEARS ON THAT DEAL AND

SOME CHANGES TO THE

MONEY ASPECT OF

THINGS.

THIS WOULD BE THE 4TH

TIME HURLEY WILL SIGN

AN EXTENSION WITH THE

RAMS. THIS AFTER

COMPLETING HIS 5TH

SEASON IN KINGSTON, HE

WILL MAKE ROUGLY A

MILLION DOLLARS PER

SEASON BEGINNING NEXT

YEAR. HERE'S WHAT

BJORN HAD TO TELL ME

EARLIER TODAY.

["any change from one last

season,

not officially yet, talked at

great

length this week had dinner with

the

president on friday night too,

excited

about putting something together

formally and making formal

announcment in coming days or

next week we want dan here a

long

time and the partnership and

whats

been great for me, what are the

things you need "]

CATCH THE FULL

INTERVIEW, INCLUDING

HOW THE RAMS KEEP

HURLEY IN KINGSTON, AND

THE STATE OF THE

FOOTBALL PROGRAM

TONIGHT AT 11:25 ON

SPORTS WRAP

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Jak narysowac szklankę #1 ( Na serio ) - Duration: 0:26.

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30th annual Orchid Show draws growers from around the country - Duration: 1:24.

SHOWS US WHY PEOPLE FLOCK TO SEE

THE FLOWERS.

SARAH: WHAT A SIGHT TO SEE.

THOUSANDS OF DIFFERENT ORCHIDS

LINE THE LAURITZEN GARDENS,

WAITING TO IMPRESS VISITOR

>> THE PURPLE ONES.

SARAH: FOR 30 YEARS, T

DAZZLING BLOOMS HAVE GRACED THE

GARDENS FOR THE ANNUAL ORCHID

SHOW AND SALE.

VENDORS FROM ALL AROUND THE

UNITED STATES BRING THEIR

BLOSSOMS TO OMAHA.

SARAH PRATT, WHO OWNS TIMBUCKTOO

ORCHIDS IN KANSAS, WON BEST OF

SHOW.

WE ASKED HER WHAT GOT HER INTO

ORCHIDS.

THE DIVERSITY AND THE

VARIETIES OUT THERE, AND THEY'RE

JUST ENDLESSLY DIFFERENT, YET

THE SAME.

JUST CAPTIVATED BY THEIR BEAUTY

AND OF T EXOTIC NATURE

INITIALLY.

SARAH: THE WIDE ARRAY OF

ELABORATE ARRANGEMENTS GREETED

VISITORS BOTH WITH AND WITHOUT A

GREEN THUMB.

>> I KILL AFRICAN VIOLETS ALL

THE TIME.

OBVIOUSLY NOT, BECAUSE I

DON'T.

SARAH: AT THE EVENT, GUESTS

COULD PURCHASE THE PLANTS, LEARN

HOW TO CARE FOR THEM, OR JUST

ADMIRE FROM AFAR.

>> I WANTED TO KNOW HOW TO D

EVERYTHING CORRECTLY AND LEARN

MORE ABOUT IT, SO THAT'S WHY WE

CAME HERE.

PLUS, THEY LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL.

I ENJOY LOOKING AT THEM.

SARAH: ORGANIZERS TELL ME THIS

IS THE BIGGEST SHOW THEY'VE HAD

YET, WITH THE MOST RESPECTED

VENDORS FROM AROUND THE NATION

AND LOCALLY.

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Owner of Cameo nightclub describes scary shooting scene - Duration: 2:01.

CAN TO MAKE SURE

JUSTICE IS SERVED.

>> OUR PRAYERS GO OUT TO THE

FAMILIES AND VICTIMS, EVERYONE

AFFECTED BY THIS.

WE DO NOT SET OUT TO HAVE

ANYTHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN.

IT WILL DO EVERYTHING IN OUR

POWER TO COOPERATE WITH

AUTHORITIES.

THE MONSTERS THE DID THIS WILL

GET WHAT THEY DESERVE.

RICHARD: HE IS OWNED THIS

NIGHTCLUB FOR A LIST FIVE YEARS

AND HAS WORKED TO DEVELOP A

SAFETY PLAN.

>> 15 OR 20 SECURITY PERSONNEL

ON THE INSIDE OF THE CLUB.

CAMERA SYSTEM, WE TRY TO MAKE

SURE WE HAVE EVERYTHING IN PLACE

TO MAKE SURE THINGS LIKE THIS DO

NOT OCCUR.

RICHARD: ELEMENTS OF THAT PLAN,

POLICE DEPEND ON.

>> WE KEEP 15 TO 20, DEPENDING

ON THE NIGHT, 15 TO 20 SECURITY

GUARDS, 45 CINCINNATI POLICE

OFFICERS.

-- FOUR TO FIVE CINCINNATI

POLICE OFFICERS.

I WAS AT THE DOOR WHEN ALL THIS

OCCURRED.

RICHARD: HE WITNESSED THE

CARNAGE.

PATRONS HE KNOWS PERSONALLY AND

HAS SEEN WEEKLY.

>> I WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT

EVERY PARENT WHO HAS KIDS WHO GO

OUT, THEY CAN FEEL AT EASE THAT

THEY WOULD DO THE SAME THING I

WAS DOING.

WHEN PEOPLE COME TO THE CLUB,

THOSE ARE MY KIDS.

THESE ARE MY FAMILY.

RICHARD: 2000 TO BRING JUSTICE

AND CLOSURE TO THOSE FAMILIES.

-- HE BATTLES -- VOW TO BRING

JUSTICE AND CLOSER TO THOSE

FAMILIES.

HIS PATRONS ARE LIKE A FAMILY TO

HIM.

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What is the Difference Between Gender Identity and Sexual Orientation? - Duration: 4:14.

What's the difference between gender identity and sexual orientation?.

Another common question is how gender identity impacts sexual orientation.

Some people might wonder if a person is transgender,

does that also mean they're gay?

To help us understand the difference between gender identity and

sexual orientation.

Physicians who practice in this area reminds us that gender identity and

sexual orientation are independent characteristics

that also typically develop at different times in a person's life.

>> The formation of gender identity can start very early, this can be

one of the first real self identifying factors that a child might feel.

>> But transgender children usually have the internal experience of other

as transgender or gender nonconforming early in life.

>> People will tell you that knew when they were 4 years old,

they've heard as young as 18 months old, where they knew that,

their gender didn't match their assigned sex at birth.

>> One of the factors driving the confusion between gender identity and

sexual orientation is that in the English language, we often use a single

word sex to refer to both gender and sexuality.

Because of this, some people become confused and think that transgender

children are somehow expressing their sexuality at an early age.

When in fact they're just telling us who they are in their hearts and

in their minds.

Later on, as they start to grow older and grow into puberty,

these feelings of attraction to other people might start to form.

>> The sexual attraction usually doesn't start for

kids until maybe in the older elementary or

middle school where crushes may start in who they're attracted to.

And at that point, the attraction peace may come in.

But of course, they're much older when they really have the true sexual

attraction and their expression of their attraction.

>> Many children are able to express their gender identity by three or

four years of age and this sense of self grows along with the child.

Later in life typically around adolescence,

most people begin to experience feelings of attraction towards other human beings.

These can be directed towards those of the same gender,

the opposite gender, both or neither.

This is the time when a person begins to understand their sexual orientation.

So the term sexual orientation describes an individual's attraction to

others in the world around them, something that's quite different from their sense of

their own internal gender identity.

>> Sexual orientation can be just as fluid as gender identity in that

our attractions can be to male, female, somewhere in between or both.

Sometimes neither.

There's actually just as big of a spectrum on this end as there is for

gender identity.

>> Even thought the spectrum model has been proposed for understanding both

sexual orientation and gender identity, western society has struggled

to accept the concept of a continuum when it comes to these variables.

We tend to like to categorize things, maybe this is a way

of trying to make sense of things we don't feel we completely understand.

Yet many people would agree that knowing who you are, and

finding out who you're eventually going to love are both complicated and

deeply personal characteristics.

Some might say that it's exactly this complexity and

diversity that makes our society more beautiful.

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Lynn - Rise High [Official Mus...

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UTE lesson 9 part b - Duration: 27:45.

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Angielski w Anglii vs. w Ameryce - Duration: 5:54.

Hey everyone! How are we?

To be honest, sometimes when I go film

I sit in front of the camera for 5 minutes wondering if I should film

Honestly, I have no idea how much you guys know about today's topic;

that English is different in England and the United States

I have no idea if everything you hear you already knew

I'm filming because I decided that there will always be one person who will hear something new

this video is for you

I message some people from Poland, and they sometimes write to me in English

I automatically noticed that in Poland, they teach you English like they do in England, not America

I thought it was very interesting when I found that out

first thing has to do with some words that are written differently in England

favorite; color

they add "u"

theater and center; in England, they switch the "r" and "e" at the end

In America, favorite is written without a "u" and theater is written with "r" at the end

Canada may be closer to America, but they write the same way England does

In my opinion, neither one is "correct"

for me, it could go either way because

you have to consider where you are

If you're in Canada or England, write with the "u"

if you're in the States, don't write with the "u"

that is the easiest and best approach

on the other hand....

In America, you'll always meet that one person

who will tell you are in America and you need to write "correctly"

the majority of people don't care and don't pay attention

Americans are aware that there are bigger problems in life

than stressing over an additional "u" in a word

For example, I always spell "theatre" like they do in England when I message someone

I think it's prettier than the way the spell it in America

When I write to my friends, they either don't notice or don't care that I wrote theatre differently

I even researched why this is so and who came up with it

There was a man in America named Noah Webster

He founded the most popular dictionary in America, "Webster's Dictionary"

He was very frustrated that some words are not spelled they same way they are pronounced

He declared that this needs to be changed

He was successful, changing words like "honor" "color" "labor"

He had other ideas that failed

For example, I can understand why the word "women" failed to change

Unfortunately, after he died in 1843

no other words were changed because no one else was quite passionate about this topic as he was

Now here are just some words that we say differently than they do in England

For French Fries, we say french fries and they say chips

for chips, we say chips and they say crisps

for elevators, we say elevators and they say lift

for sneakers, we say sneakers and they either say joggers or trainers

for bathrooms, we say bathroom, restroom, or washroom

England does to, but the have an extra word "the loo" and in America we do not say the loo

when they go on vacation, we say vacation and they say holiday

In America, we say holiday only for those special days

for apartments, we say apartment and they say flat

I know there are a few people from England who watch me

if I messed up at any point in this video, please correct me in the comments

there are so many other words that we say differently but I was not going to put them all here

Finally, I know I always mention that Americans are closed off in their own world

and that they don't care about other cultures

but in terms of the English language,

Americans are very aware that they say things differently in England

If someone from England came to visit the States and used their words

Americans would still understand them and not be confused

They would be able to talk because even if they do not use these words, they still know what they mean

Australia also has other words, but I barely know enough to include in the video

I hope you guys liked this video and I'll see you all next time

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Funny Cartoons for Kids

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How to Create a French Dutch Braid By Yourself! - Duration: 3:02.

Take a section of hair and divide it into 3 equal parts.

Put the right strand under the middle one.

Now add some hair to the left strand and put it under the middle one

Add some hair to the right one and put it under the middle one.

Now add some more hair to the left one, putting it under the middle one.

Make sure to keep the hair tight.

Repeat the steps

After 4-5 knots, pull out the hair a little bit.

This step will make your braid appear bigger.

Then continue braiding all the way back.

When you reach at the neck & run out of hair to add, just continue normal Dutch Braiding. Putting one strand under the middle one.

Tie the ends and pull out the hair as you like.

And That's it!

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Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt - Canadian Edition [CC] - Duration: 0:55.

Hi, YouTube, it's Kathy, and welcome to the Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt!

I'm so glad you could join me.

Remember that the contest is only open for 24 hours, so get those answers as quick as

you can and submit them with the Google Doc provided when you're done.

And of course, here is your question from me:

Each of these lovely Canadian ladies is known for writing world-renowned fiction, but which

of them also wrote non-fiction titles such as "Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian

Literature", "Negotiating with the Dead", and "Days of the Rebels 1815 to 1840"?

Was it A) Lucy Maud Montgomery?

Was it B) Margaret Atwood?

Or was it C) Alice Munro?

Click the links below to find out, and happy hunting!

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Creepypastas With MARKOSIS #9 - Duration: 20:08.

When you work with dead bodies, you see things, things that keep you up at night if you think

too much about them.

One time I was transporting the body of an old lady who died in her sleep.

I was at a red light, waiting for it to change, and glanced in the rearview mirror just as

she sat up, the sheet falling from her face.

Muscle spasm.

Things happen.

I knew that even then, but it scared the shit out of me, and that night, as I struggled

to sleep, I convinced myself that she looked at me.

Replaying it in my mind, her head tilted just so, and her dead, vacant eyes seemed to register

a flicker of recognition,

Of course I was imagining it.

A body sitting up is natural.

Hell, a body moaning from under a crisp white sheet is natural too.

When you're sitting next to it alone in a morgue at three in the morning, it's creepy,

but you can explain it.

But what I'm about to tell you...you can't explain.

About ten years ago, I was working as a CNA in a nursing home.

A CNA does all the grunt work nurses are too good for.

Mr. Johnson shit on himself?

Call a CNA.

Mrs. Mathers is four hundred pounds and needs a bed pan shoved under her?

Call a CNA.

You have to be physically strong to do it...and have a strong stomach.

A very strong stomach.

There was this old black lady there, her name was Miss Violet, at least that's what we

called her.

Sweet as pie.

One day, she gets sick.

Everyone who knew anything said it was cancer.

The doctor, on the other hand, said it wasn't, and gave her Tylonel 3 for pain.

For a good week she'd sit on the edge of her bed, rocking back and forth in pain, tears

streaming down her face.

When she'd get up, globs of...God knows what would fall out of her.

I think it was her insides.

The cancer was literally chewing it up and spitting it out.

Terrible.

They finally diagnosed her right and got her on some heavy duty shit, but she was dead

in a week anyway.

I usually worked the graveyard shift, 11pm to 7am.

Unless you've been in a nursing home late at night, with the lights low and the sounds

of moaning, groaning, demented laughter, and screaming occasionally rising down long, dimly

lit corridors, you'll never know what horrible places they can be.

One night, I came in and checked on my patients.

Mr. Avis, a little old WWII vet from California, had been sick all day.

I peeked in at him around 11, saw he was okay (or what passed for it), and then went on

with my round.

I came back at 11:30.

He was dead.

Have you ever touched a dead body?

Their skin is hard and icy, like marble.

That's what Mr. Avis felt like.

I checked his vitals, and sure enough, he was dead.

I called the nurse, she did her thing, and yep, he was dead as a doornail.

I pulled the sheet over his head and went back to the nurses' station, where the night

nurse was calling the mortician.

When she was done, we chatted for a minute, then went about our night.

I was sad to see Mr. Avis go.

It's hard to see these people everyday, and get to know them, only to have them die

on you.

But at the same time, you get used to it.

At around five, the nurse called me to the station.

The mortician, a tall, gaunt man with black hair, was waiting.

He needed help with Mr. Avis, and it fell to me to be the help.

I grabbed an empty gurney and wheeled it down to Mr. Avis's room.

Inside, I switched on the light, pushed the gurney next to the bed, and waited for the

mortician.

When he came in, he told me to remove the sheet from Mr. Avis's body.

I started to pull it down, but stopped, my heart leaping into my throat.

Mr. Avis, his eyes closed and his face slack, was trying to speak, his lips moving as though

he were trying to form words.

No sound escaped.

"Uh, he's trying to talk."

The mortician came over and looked at Mr. Avis.

He made a small hmmmm sound.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

I blinked.

"Yeah, I took his vitals.

He's dead."

The mortician opened his bag and pulled out a stethoscope.

He listened to Mr. Avis's heartbeat, or lack thereof.

He then tried to flex the old man's arm.

Mr. Avis's flesh was gray, mottled, and cold.

His joints were stiff.

Rigor mortis had set in.

"Gas escaping the stomach," the mortician said.

"Help me get him on the gurney."

I looked uncertainly from Mr. Avis to the mortician.

The old man's lips were moving, and to me, it didn't look like something random.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.

Now come on."

Sighing, I went to Mr. Avis's head and bent to grab him under his shoulders.

That's when the words began.

They were indistinct, garbled, and breathy.

I leaned closer, and heard:

"Holy Mary...mother of God...pray for us sinners..."

I jerked back like I'd been shot, something like hysteria welling within me.

"He's talking," I said, pointing.

My voice was shaky even to my own ears.

Darkness passed across the mortician's face.

"No he isn't.

He's dead."

"He's...he's praying!"

Sighing, the mortician leaned over and listened.

I saw his eyes widen.

"You hear it."

The mortician licked his lips and stood up straight.

"Roll him over."

I didn't move.

"Now!"

I swallowed hard and then rolled Mr. Avis onto his side.

The mortician lifted the puke green grown the old man was wearing.

His skin was splotched with pink.

When you die, your heart stops circulating blood, so the blood pools in the lowest parts

of the body.

This is called livor mortis, and appears within a few hours of death.

I let Mr. Avis fall back onto his back.

I leaned over and listened.

"...pray for us sinners...now and at the hour of our death..."

I walked out right then and there.

An old myth I heard says that the soul stays trapped in the body for three days after death.

You're aware the entire time.

I think even to the point of feeling pain.

One time I read that brain activity can sometimes continue in a dead body for hours after the

heart stops.

I wonder if Mr. Avis wasn't still "there" somehow, even though he was dead.

Like maybe he knew his body wasn't working, knew he'd been covered with a sheet for

five hours, and that he was about to be taken away.

Like he knew...and he was praying for it to end...praying so hard inside that he started

to speak.

I'm an orderly at a small psychiatric wing at a hospital in the Pacific North West.

I've been here for a few years, and for the most part I enjoy the job.

I've had a few scary close calls with patients, but those are stories for another time.

The thing I came here to tell you about today started about a week ago, when we got a new

patient.

He was frightening from the very first moment I saw the man, and I don't scare very easily.

He was screaming, and wild-eyed, thrashing and screaming at the unfortunate EMT's who

were escorting him into the ward.

I helped one of the nurses prepare a sedative in a small gauge syringe.

I then moved to help restrain the patient, the nurse jamming the needle through his Bermuda

shorts into his left buttock.

We then maneuvered the man onto a gurney where we could attach his wrists to the rails.

I wheeled the screaming, thrashing man into one of the isolation rooms while the nurse

talked to the men who accompanied him.

After a while he fell quiet, and I peered through the window.

His body was limp against the mattress, but his legs and torso were contorted unnaturally.

I shivered a bit and went about my business.

He woke up some time later, and his shouting and cursing resumed, as did his struggles

against the restraints.

I got chills watching him and went about my routine after a few minutes, mopping the floor

as I made my rounds, keeping my eyes and ears open as I always do.

A few of the other patients seemed to be responding to the new man's cries and I felt a mixture

of fascination and fear as I usually did dealing with the unfortunate souls that we hold here.

I focused on my task and thankfully the rest of the night passed without incident.

When I came in the next day, a group of nurses was standing around the small window where

the medication was dispensed, chattering animatedly.

I approached, fixing my usual professional smile on my face as I walked toward the women.

"What's the word tonight?"

I asked, trying to sound casual, despite the morbid sense of curiosity that had come over

me suddenly.

One of the women, who we will call Janice turned to me.

"That new patient is still under heavy sedation.

He screams every second he's awake.

Doctor Leeds says that he's doing serious damage to his vocal chords, but there's nothing

that seems to calm him besides Thorazine."

Her careworn face was grave while she explained the situation to me and I felt the sympathetic

tug at my heart strings, as anyone would.

The man was clearly out of his mind for one reason or another.

I went about my job, helping to clean up after and move the patients from the day room to

their nightly group therapy sessions, and also assisting with the lock down of the ward.

The old man seemed sedated again as I passed his room, checking the door handle twice being

sure that it was locked tight.

His face was turned toward the small window, slack and relaxed, his mouth hanging open

affording me a view of his rotted, broken teeth.

His tongue, swollen and sort of discolored lolled from between parched, chapped lips.

I felt a small wave of empathy before I continued on my rounds.

It was pretty quiet for a few hours, then a sound, different than before but haunting

in its own unique way found my ears as I strolled along the halls.

The words had a definite rhythm to them, and as I drew nearer and nearer to the sound,

I started to recognize the tune.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, my fair lady."

Came the words, slightly off-key and somehow the voice held a sweet, childlike quality.

I stopped short of the door to the new patient's room, his singing halted, and it made me hesitate

to peer through the safety glass, but I did it anyway.

The man had slipped one of his hands free somehow, and was working to free his other

wrist as I unfastened the small radio from my belt, calling for security.

Without thinking my other hand moved into the pocket of my slacks, withdrawing the key

ring from it, my fingers searching for the correct key, fitting it into the lock and

twisting rapidly.

I stepped into the room and tried to get the man's attention, but he continued to unfasten

the padded cuff attached to the rail of the gurney.

I stepped forward to interrupt his attempt at freedom, and his head turned toward me,

stopping me in my tracks.

His eyes, they were inhuman.

Not dilated but pure obsidian, even the sclera tinted dark.

His lips were twisted into a feral, almost doglike snarl.

"If you touch me, I'll pull your guts out through your asshole."

The patient said, calm and collected, so unlike the raving, screaming lunatic he had been

in the days and hours previous.

I was happy to hear the heavy footfalls echoing down the hallway outside, a group of guards

and nurses flooding the room.

We managed to get him restrained again, though he bit one of the nurses.

His teeth, despite their decayed state had taken a small chunk of flesh from her wrist.

He spit the blood and bit of skin at one of the guards even while the man was spraying

him in the face with pepper spray.

I had to leave, gagging, eyes stinging with tears and not just because of the noxious

spray in the air.

Blood was everywhere.

They stayed in the room with the raving, screaming man, who at this point was cursing people

out rather than just inarticulately screeching as he had before.

I shivered while I waited for the others to exit the room, feeling faint from the sight

of the vivid crimson fluid splashed around the sterile white room.

Eventually the man was quiet and the group left the room, the nurse who had been bit

pressing a blood soaked towel against her wound with all the pressure she could stand.

One of the security guards escorted her to the Emergency floor of the hospital, and the

rest of us were understandably on edge the rest of the night.

I overheard the nurses talking about having one of the doctors authorize a higher level

of restraint, and the thought of wrestling the man into a straight jacket wasn't appealing

to me, if I'm honest with myself as well as you guys.

I wasn't sure that the man was actually under the effects of the sedative.

The eyes had spooked me, and the crazy thing is that nobody else seemed to notice it, or

if they did, they were keeping it to themselves, just like I was, at least for the moment.

The woman who got bit quit that night, so I'll probably never know if she saw it or

not.

I think I'm finally getting up the nerve to ask Janice if she saw his eyes.

His behavior only got worse after that night, and it hit another sort of zenith if you will,

last night.

I was again walking the halls, I think I was actually just about to take a break, not having

slept well the night before and being slightly exhausted because of it.

The man's guttural howls and chattering screams were echoing around the corner, and I dreaded

walking by the room, but it had to be done.

I also didn't really want to look in on the patient, but again, I had to.

His back was ached against the mattress, twisting and writhing, legs and arms thrashing as much

as they could.

At least he wasn't saying actual words this time.

I wrote down the number of patients in the ward and checked out with Janice for my lunch

break, the man's screams ringing in my ears even as I ate my sandwich in the sparsely

populated cafeteria.

There was something wrong with the sound, it was dark, primal.

I shivered and stared at the buzzing, harsh bulbs behind the thin plastic cover, just

to remind myself of where I was.

I got up, suddenly no longer hungry, disposing of the remnants of my food.

I still had twenty minutes before I had to be back on the ward so I walked to the elevator,

taking it down to the ground floor, following the signs to the small smoking shelter.

I bummed a cigarette from a security guard who was taking a break as well, and he asked

me about the incident a few nights before.

I could feel myself sweating as I told him the story, whether that was from the memory

or the nicotine I'm unsure.

I don't usually smoke, but the added stress I felt at the time was extreme, and I couldn't

drink and do this job.

The urge to drink did come up, and it has lingered for a while.

I took the stairs up to the ward, prolonging returning to work as many seconds as I could.

I also took a pit stop in the bathroom as well, urinating and washing my face before

examining my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like walking Death, and felt about the same.

The patient's threat and screams echoed through my mind as I stared at myself, and I shuddered

again.

I walked back to the day room, and posted up until I had to make a count again, watching

an old cartoon on the large flat screen mounted on the far wall.

I got up and got moving, checking in on all the occupied rooms, purposely starting as

far from our new resident as possible.

At least he hadn't been screaming when I was in the day room.

The cold chill that was starting to become familiar crept up my spine as I checked in

on the last patient around the corner from the man, and that's when I heard it.

A soft sound, almost indistinct at this distance, and as my steps carried me closer, I heard

what I can only describe as a female child giggling.

The sound made me stop for a full five seconds, frozen in place and hyperventilating.

I broke my paralysis somehow and took another step forward.

I peered through the window, and saw the man sitting upright on his gurney, feet and arms

free, though the restraints were buckled.

He stared at me through the window, and smiled, raising a hand to wave at me.

I started for my radio again and that's when I was struck by the sensation of an ice pick

driving through my right eye.

My hand froze above the radio no matter how hard I tried to grab it.

No sound exited my throat when I tried to call for help.

My abdomen quivered and the pain intensified, causing me to scream.

That drew attention and I felt an invisible wave crash into my body, throwing me to the

floor, knocking me loopy, but I was still conscious as Janice and another nurse helped

me to my feet.

The man cackled as they called security, helping me into the Nurse's Station, where I quit,

not giving a reason, or answering any questions as I collected my stuff.

I don't believe in demons, I don't think, but I may have met one.

I noticed the itch the first time I met Ivy.

She sat next to me in psychology the first day of class.

We started talking about music or something and everything felt really comfortable.

Except for the irritable itch.

At the time it was only a mere inconvenience confined to my left arm.

I thought it was just dry skin.

A few weeks later Ivy and I were watching a movie in my living room when she noticed

me itching the spot.

She told me I should get it looked at by my school nurse.

I'm not the kind of guy who takes care of himself but I agreed to anyway to make her

happy.

The nurse told me I was showing symptoms of ringworm.

She told me to buy some Lotrimin at the Walgreens and rub it on my arm two times a day and that

I'll be fine in a few weeks.

A few weeks passed.

I wasn't very disciplined about applying the cream.

I'd do it for a while then miss a day and it would be worse than it's ever been.

And it spread.

First to my other arm, then both legs, and up and down my chest and back.

Spotted Red circles covering my body.

It itched and it burned.

I was fed up and even tried to bleach the infected parts.

That just made it come back bolder and redder.

Ivy and I got really close the next couple months.

We stopped dressing up for dates as much and spent more time watching movies in my living

room.

I took her to my favorite "spot" and told her I loved her and she said it back.

All this time my ringworm only got worse.

It would be foolish at this point not to acknowledge a correlation with how close I became with

Ivy and how much the rash grew.

But I didn't want to stop being with Ivy, and it was worth the constant itch and burning

on my skin.

Ringworm is contagious but only if skin to skin contact is made with the rash, so we

held off anything too physical until I could get rid of the rash.

But like most 20 year olds we couldn't wait.

It was one of those nights when we finished watching a movie and were kissing on my couch

when she suggested we take it up to my bedroom.

Things were getting really heated and before either of us had any wits about us, our clothes

were on the other side of the room.

This was both of our first times and I couldn't comprehend how I was feeling such intense

euphoria.

As we both finished it was that feeling but magnified to an even greater intensity, my

whole body felt free and relaxed, like it hadn't for months.

Ivy screamed, but this time out of pain, not pleasure.

When I opened my eyes I saw what was making me feel so good, and it wasn't Ivy.

Around 30 big ass red worms with orange gue were escaping out of all the rings on my body

and were digging their way into Ivy's skin.

Ivy and I immediately pulled apart but the worms pulled our bodies back together.

We struggled to separate but it was like trying to escape from under a pile of rocks.

They were too strong.

Ivy screamed and bled as the worms bit through her and claimed their spot under her skin.

I felt guilty because of how good it felt.

The holes the worms were leaving on their way out of my skin felt like relaxing acupuncture

and when I bled out onto Ivy it felt like a sweet release.

When the worms finally left my body and were in hers I felt like mountains were lifted

off my shoulders.

I'd never felt this good.

But Ivy was on my bed in pain.

The last of the worms were wiggling their way inside of her and we tried grabbing the

ends and pulling them out but they were too strong.

She tried reaching into the holes they left on her skin but they swam too far inside and

she only ripped her skin open more.

I took her to the emergency room but the nurse just told her to pick up some Lotrimin from

Walgreens and that it would be better in a few weeks.

Ivy broke up with me.

It wasn't that she was mad about the incident, because she knew it was as much my fault as

hers.

I think she just wasn't the same with the ringworm and she didn't love me like she

used to.

I spent a month being sad until a pretty girl sat next to me my first day of biology.

I said hi and itched my arm.

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