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Kingsasian:and i have measurements to prove! |
Nor be small something! isacolukay: |
You are about 1 centimeter taller in the morning than in the evening! Don’t believe it? You will, just try measuring your height early in the morning and then again in the evening. You will be astonished to see that you were taller in the morning than you are in the evening! This happens because of our body science that works differently, both in the morning and evening. During the day when we are often engaged in performing our routine activities, the cartilage in our knees and other parts begin to compress gradually. On the contrary, when we go to sleep, our body is at total rest and without any major movements, so our cartilage again comes back in its original form. This is one of the reasons why we are taller in the morning. However, only by 1 cm. Daliano: |
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They are absolutely true albeit strange. Let get on with it! Team 1:
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viceldo:Lol! nice one bruh! ftc thangs abi? |
'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware- beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. so do some good to a random person for no other reason than just because you can! |
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. |
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. |
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.' |
First off, i do not own This amazing story, it was originally posted on Facebook and it's a touching lesson on being patient - you HAVE to read it, it'll change how you think. So, lets start... A NYC Taxi driver wrote: I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
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Diffdeef:& you wanna see the video! |
izaray:Amen! |
zombie that didnt sell his soul... see how you turned out!? |
femi4:that funny looking piece of junk can make and recieve calls anywhere on this planet! |
brooklyn49:the guy final will and testament dey abraka! |
brooklyn49:them suppose stone the subject matter and the op wey dey post am! |
SuperGrass:You actually did sum it up for a person that obviously posted that to book space na wah o! |
Tolexander:oya rank, date of entry and place of designation? |
brooklyn49:what wont they do to grab attention? #lubbish! |
TOLULOPEMIDEAR:nor be pretext joor the guy is just forming gist to grab attn! |
Moblord:mobdro would be just fine so stream on! |
paranorman:as far as innovations go, methinks this will be their best work since win-xp my homeboi who moonlights at a software development coy in montreal. their coy conducted the win-10 initial beta testing in canada and qubec... thinks so too! |
Cutehector:the only person or people wey fit even touch this chick concoran boots na the ones wey she permit! even a 5 star general nor fit try ruff play! wooo the kind court martial wey go jam the person heen! you think say na naija abi? |
paranorman:we're hoping itd be as kickass as microsoft's marketers say it will be! which might actually be the long waited and much needed gamechanger... otherwise, that release might actually herald the final nail on the software giant's coffin! (the purchase of nokia was not the smartest of moves as the former ceo would tell you!) lets wish bill and his gang the best of luck. |
na wah o!