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!
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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.
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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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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.
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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!
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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
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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.
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3
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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
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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.
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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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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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