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Monday, March 17, 2014

The Emotional Tale of a Friend for 50 Years Having a Heart Attack

When I was younger, I found a friend that I knew was special. We got to know each other, and we had disagreements, and even got into a fight once. But because we had that fight, we learned a lot about our friendship. We learned that we are 2 different individuals, because we had thoughts about the same subject, but understood that values doesn't only go one way. From that point on, we both said we are sorry, because when it comes down to it, a friendship is worth more, then anything else. We played in little league together for 4 years. I was the pitcher, and he was my catcher. It was something special, as he was my battery mate. He even cached a perfect game I threw, when I was 10 years old. We continued our friendship , and end up working at the same place in Brooklyn, at a local delicatessen.

We had so much fun, as at the end of the night, when we stocked out the pickles, we just was zany, as we had pickle fights, and throwing at each other. We made enough money doing this for 2 years, when we both decided to visit Florida for the first time. I was 17 and he was 16. I forgot to tell you, that his birthday is the same day as mine. One year later, we decided for the summer, to be Camp Counselors at a sleep away camp upstate New York. We helped children have a wonderful summer, and we were both appreciated for our work, and to show all a friendship, that is truly special. That summer, my best friend met a woman called Leslie, and I kept our friendship close as possible, as he got involved with her, and got married seven years later at the age of 25.

I got involved with a few other friends I met from the camp, and sadly my best friend and I parted ways for 2 years. We met one day at a bowling alley, and I told him I am sorry for feeling jealous of his marriage. He also told me he was sorry, as he was as much to blame for our friendship not being close,during those 2 years apart. We rekindled our friendship from that point forward, and never looked back. I ended up getting married to my first wife a few years later, and he was my best man. I moved to Florida in 1980, and stayed married for 18 years, until my values as a husband was not there any more. I wasn't happy as my first wife didn't care about being a mother to my first child called Melanie. Today this brilliant girl, lives in Washington DC, as the copywriter to Dow Jones..

Well it was a bitter divorce, as my first wife was to negative, and she wanted to commit suicide, and leave her own daughter.She said I am not a mother. Well she is still alive, but we don't talk about our daughter. Moving along, as we had visits from my best friend Harvey every few years, and we went to Disney World a few times together in the ages. We talk baseball, and hockey over the phone every few weeks, and he came down to Florida and met my new wife Elizabeth. This may, my new marriage is going on 15 years, and I understood at that point, what a true friend meant. We are still friends going on our 51st year, and this friendship, despite all conditions, is staying as close, as any friendship could be.One week ago, I got a call from Harvey's wife, and told me that Harvey had a heart attack, and is in ICU.

When I heard this devastating news, I cried for hours, as part of me was being torn away from my heart. The next day, I took a flight, despite not having funds, and went to the airport to plead with them to let me go. Out of the blue, I got a call from my friends brother Bruce. He knew my situation was very bad, not only because of my Parkinson Disease I have since 2007, but because of my heart and soul meant so much for his brother, on our friendship, and the desire to always be there for each other, regardless of all obstacles that crossed our path. I thanked him so much, and he said what I did for you, was for a friendship that was made by God, and we don't want to take something away from either of us. He picked me up at the airport and drove me right to the hospital, and when I saw Harvey, it was hard, as I started crying again, and had to step out of the room.

His Mother came over to me to comfort me, as she is as important to us, as she kept us together as well. He was in a Coma, which he was for 3 days. When all of a sudden, he heard my voice, and he woke up crying, as I was there for him, in time of need. Everyone was happy, and Leslie came over to me to hug me, because even his doctor told me, that it was a miracle, as thy didn't know if he was going to survive. I went down to my knees, and cried and prayed to god to thank him, from the bottom of my heart, for allowing him to wake up. He was coherent, and we hugged each other for a few minutes, and we both looked up at the same moment, to thank God once again, for allowing our dearest friendship to go on. It was 3 days later, that I had to go back home to Florida, and we knew we felt in our heart, that our life's and friendship together will go on.

I thanked his brother and mother and his wife, for allowing me to come, and allowed me to sleep somewhere, and fed me as well. The miracle of my friendship, will be deep in my soul, because God had let me live and for me to be where I had to be, when it was more important, then anything in my life, at the very deepest time in my life.

Published by David Cohen

Ayub Khan and the Starlet Christine Keeler

Field Marshal Ayub Khan was the first military general to lead Pakistan. This is certainly a well deserved title, but the General was also a flamboyant man who lived life to the hilt. He frequently traveled abroad and one of his favorite places was London. In London he was often the guest at the imposing estate of Clivedon in Buckinghamshire. One may wonder what the Pakistan president was doing at this estate. ? Unlike later Pakistan presidents like Zia and Mushraff who dabbled in sending Jihadi fighters into Kashmir, Ayub Khan was more interested in other matters. This concerned a string of girls who frequented the swimming pool at Buckinghamshire. The girls were allowed to swim in the pool with the condition that to swim it had to be in the nude. This was loved by the girls who frolicked nude in the pool. This was to the liking of general Ayub Khan who loved to swim and have fun in this pool. It was here he met Christine Keeler. This girl was a beautiful and sexy model. In addition she was not averse to sex with anybody and one of her lovers was the war minister John Profuma. Christine Keeler met Ayub Khan at this pool and she was mighty impressed with the tall and heavily built Punjabi. In fact in an interview later she complimented the looks and masculine charm of Ayub Khan. He may have also swum with Rice Mandy Davis, a girl one third his age. Christine Keeler was involved in the sex scandal of the early sixties that led to the suicide of Dr Ward. But Ayub had nothing to do with the suicide of Dr Ward. He was a simple man , out for fun. One can't grudge him that ! 12320

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Nocturnal Grease Devils, Sex and Tamil Women in Lanka

Darkness is a cloak that some times covers many nefarious activities. One set of events in the north east of Lanka defies solution. The fact that it is confined to Tamil women is an enigma. What is happening is really weird. Many Tamil women have reported that certain men in skimpy underwear prowl at night. These nocturnal men are covered with grease and mind you in case you attempt to catch them, your hands will not be able to grip them and these nocturnal visitors will slip away: thanks to the grease smeared on their bodies. If the grease covered men now referred to as the grease devils were only prowling around, it would still not be that serious. But now reports have come in of women being assaulted in the dead of the night, single women or women staying alone. Rumors abound in such times and many people swear that two women were attacked and their breasts cut off. Though nobody saw it happen with his own eyes.

But a few cases of sex have been reported where the grease covered men have entered a house and while one man held the arms of the woman the other unraveled her sari with obvious consequences. The enigma is that the assaults seem to only be directed against Tamil women, pointing to the fact that perhaps these grease devils are Sinhalese young men out for a lark with a Tamil girl and resultant fun. Maybe it’s a hang over of the civil war, which resulted in the defeat of the extremist Tamils in the form of the LTTE. My friend rang me up from Lanka and informed me that his maid who was sleeping alone in her house awoke to find two grease covered men hovering over her. While one gagged her and held her by the arms and waist, the other untied her sari and petticoat. On further question he could not confirm it. But these acts have allowed rumors to spread and the local Tamils approached the police. They dismissed it as a prank and did not take it seriously. In one case the Tamils, after an alarm had been raised ran after two grease covered devils who escaped into a Lankan Naval base, raising suspicion that these devils are in reality soldiers. But again nothing is proved. There was even a clash with the police and this led to some arrests. But the mystery of the grease covered devils remains. Wonder who they are, misguided young Sinhalese or soldiers. Nobody is sure. Also read http://madangsingh.expertscolumn.com/article/nocturnal-grease-devils-sex-and-tamil-women-lanka Photo from wiki free commons 12320

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Why were Adam and Eve Expelled from Heaven

The story of Adam and Eve is famous all over the world. God created Adam in his own image and as he was lonely gave him a partner. He created Eve from his rib and both lived in idyllic surroundings. Adam and Eve to live life happily, but they broke a cardinal promise of God. They as per popular mythology ate the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil. The result was that God banished them from heaven and they came down to earth. The man to earn his bread by toiling and the woman to bear children and attended suffering. This is the tale that is generally accepted by all people (mostly Christians ) all over the world. But references to this tale in some form are in all religions, but for Christians it is part of their sacrosanct belief. This tale is simple and popular. By the reason that God expelled Adam and eve could be something else. I will her venture a conjecture. If one reads Genesis2:9 it reveals a little bit of something else. It says “And he said: Behold Adam is become as one of us, knowing good and evil: now, therefore, lest perhaps he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever. And the Lord God sent him out of the paradise of pleasure, to till the earth from which he was taken” this is the literal translation without any change. An interpretation of the above is that Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden not because they ate the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, but in order to prevent them from eating from the tree of life - both forbidden trees as in Genesis 2:9 - which would have made them eternal and Gods. The crucial point is that God feared that Adam and Eve would eat from the Tree of life and thus become an immortal. So perhaps God feared that Adam would become immortal and than you cannot have two immortals ! So maybe God feared competition. Read more: http://www.bukisa.com/articles/737957_why-were-adam-and-eve-expelled-from-heaven#ixzz2w7em9Oro 12320

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Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Peanut Cart

My last blog, "Mixology of Life" was a splash into the splendor of a 7 star hotel, the Burj Al Arab, in Dubai. The glimpse into solid gold paneling, arcing water of fountains, a single red rose and a city behind glass was an indelible memory.Optics and resplendence aside, I still harbored a fascination, a craving for fresh roasted peanuts straight from the cart, at street level.       I was aware that anaphylaxis was on the rise possibly due to increased sensitivities to air quality, food stuffs and water quality, but so too was the new medicine. Small measured doses of peanuts could be administered to the patient within a highly functional medical setting.A careful and thorough monitoring of all signs and symptoms was the safety net to walking the high wire of building a physiology of resiliency against the harmful effects of the nefarious nut. My father went through this treatment years ago as a solution for the ambulance in the driveway and completely swollen breathing passages following a bee sting. The little pollen pocketed yellow and black striped insects of the fields and flowers became just that, for my father and our family, as opposed to precursors to an alarming and traumatic reaction that was as deadly as a gun shot. Ahh science innovations and the consequential conquests can be so endearing in the battlefields of human health care.Even the most genuine of peace lovers can appreciate that fight.

In Montmartre, Paris steps from the Basilica De Sacre Coeur the wrinkled , amiable and carefree countenance of the peanut vendor was as welcoming as spring rain after a cold hard winter.Sunbeams glinted off the metal bars at his back.The chiseled,smudged gray stones radiated warmth in collaboration with the earthy enticing aroma emanating from the pan on the cook stand.      The place swirled with illustrious visitors, enticing characters, no doubt, who had the good sense to flip the page, and gather in the reality of the steps, the narrows and open spaces of this historic, well preserved, spiritually minted edifice. From behind radiated spokes of the wheel, and the fitted block of his cart the peanut man flipped, adjusted and attended to the roasting process with an attention and ease that made time stand still   -not like the time you were caught in the maelstrom, as is often the case, but similar to watching children play, an elder smile, or noticing dappled light on a forest path.       When he spoke, the words were clipped and decorated with a melodic french accent and meaning was dipped in the chocolate of clear and simple as he explained the process in depth. The fellow, tied with a fresh apron newly splotched and crinkled in the centre, lingered over the idea of keeping the temperatures constant, and the consistent careful rotation of the denizen of the deep, the well rooted peanut. The result was a perfect taste sensation,   cart caviar of the streets from this contented gentle man in a fastidiously tilted felt black cap and a coat of cultural data.

The essence of his simplicity embellished the colour in the scarves and clung to feathery fringes of hairstyles of passerbyers for an upbeat, rosy feeling like the red nose fastened to a clown or the moment you decide to turn off the mobile, if only for 20min. The quick fix of phones momentarily set aside to give your fave five, the senses, a moment to dial in and your 6th sense a chance to get a little exercise. Hunter- gathers of information portals, content,stimulus and digital connections do not ever really nullify their tech , completely. These days tech enhances our experiences when it remains a complement as opposed to an adversary or companion for life.   I say this while still respecting the craft and pleasure of peanuts roasted near the steps of the Basilica on a blue sky day, as this is a reminder to change directions or at least slow the run to a walk for a moment.

People, sauntered haunted and raced through the ramparts, steps and structures arm in arm, in captured stills, motion, emotion, and or poised for reflection.The heights were alluring as in Dubai but the city was Paris and the views were formidable in the light.We were out of the fishbowl, rather the magnificent aquarium of one city behind glass, as beautiful as a starry night.We felt , now, like birds on the wing or perched on the buttresses with pillars of stone and exceptional architecture framing panoramas. You could reach out your hand and feel the breath of the currents that shaped the clouds overhead and brushed the objects below.      The windows on cities ,behind glass or open air, are a boundless source of amazement, and yes, I would say cities are the personification of agility for human habitation, when well planned.

The peanut vendor standing tall behind his rustic cart shared his visions, there, at ground level of a peaceful peopled zone. He would continue to wheel his roasted recipe of arachnids to this location and that around the city gathering the pulse of the places. Now he would, engage with others over roasted peanuts and glance over his the layered padding of his shoulders, eye to eye with the Sacre Coeur, in all her glory. She had his back. The ornate wrought iron fencing were monkey bars for child's play not barriers . His joy, love for life and comfortable space in the crowd conformed easily to his surroundings. He reminded me of an intricate, animate and carefully designed puzzle piece fitted into the masterpiece of the most complex and breathtaking jigsaw that was his city.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

The Odd Story of Dame Alice Kyteler, the First Witch in Ireland

The strange but true story of Dame Alice Kyteler of Ireland is a very interesting, little-known Irish tale. Alice Kyteler is recorded in history as the sorceress of Kilkenny and the first person accused and condemned for witchcraft in Ireland.

Born in 1280, Kyteler's family was a noble Irish family and an important part of the Kilkenny community. Alice Kyteler first married William Outlaw. She was married again in 1302 after Outlaw died. For a short time, Kyteler and Adam le Blund (husband #2) were accused of killing Outlaw.

When her second and third husbands also died, Kyteler was wed to John le Poer. When le Poer became seriously ill in 1324, he told people he was being poisoned and that he had found her chest full of potions and satanic instruments. At this point his children and the children of Dame Alice's other husbands accused her of sorcery and witchcraft.

What followed was a convoluted tale and trial built upon intrigue, family ties, politics, and religion all centered around a woman who had four husbands die under strange circumstances. The investigation led to the first woman being burned alive for sorcery and witchcraft in Ireland.

Read the full story at: The Strange History of Irish Witch Dame Alice Kyteler--the Sorceress of Kilkenny

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Josef Stalin's Victory parade at the End of world war II in 1945

The Second World War is receding from the minds of the younger generation. It is becoming more and more distant, but some events of that period can even now rouse the spirits of old soldiers. One of the famous events was Stalin’s victory parade at the end of the war. The parade took place on 24 June 1945 more than a month after the surrender of Nazi Germany to Russian commaqnders. it was a stupendous victory achieved at great human cost. The Russians lost 20 million dead and their contribution to the cause of allied victory was substantial. It was fitting thta a parade be held to commomorate this great victory The order for the parade was issued by Josef Stalin himself. Earlier as per noted historian Anthony Beevor Stalin himself wished to lead the parade, but then gave up the idea as the horse on which he was to ride unseated him. After that he commented that let Zhukov lead the parade as he is from the cavalry.

Stalin thus in his operational order appointed Marshal of the Soviet Union Georgy Zhukov as the parade inspector and MarshalKonstantin Rokossovsky as the parade commander. The organization of the parade was the prerogative of Colonel General Pavel Artemyev. The parade took place on a rainy day and later the fly past was cancelled. Stalin himself took the salute standing atop Lenin’s mausoleum. Units of all Russian federation groups as well as a small Polish contingent took part in the parade. The parade commenced with both Zhukov and Rokossovsky riding down Red Square on a white and Black chargers. A statue of Zhukov on a horse adorns the state historical museum in Moscow.Columns of Soviet soldiers and tanks sped past Stalin atop the mauseleum of lenin. The vigor and energy displayed by teh troops was exemplary. The high point of the parade was when at the end some 200 captured banners of the German army army were placed at the entrance of Lenin’s mausoleum. These included a personal banner of Hitler’s body guards. The parade highlighted the hold of Stalin and the contribution of the Russians to the Allied victory. Also read http://expertscolumn.com/content/stalin-and-7-november-1941-victory-parade -the-end-of-world-war-ii#ixzz2vdpS4lbB Follow us: @bukisa on Twitter | bukisa on Facebook

Monday, March 10, 2014

The Emotional Tail Of A Friend For 50 Years Having A Heart Attack

When I was younger, I found a friend that I knew was special. We got to know each other, and we had disagreements, and even got into a fistacoff once. But because we had that fight, we learned a lot about our friendship. We learned that we are 2 different individuals, because we had thoughts about the same subject, but understood that values doesn't only go one way. From that point on, we both said we are sorry, because when it comes down to it, a friendship is worth more, then anything else. We played in little league together for 4 years. I was the pitcher, and he was my catcher. It was something special, as he was my battery mait. He even catched a perfect game I threw, when I was 10 years old. We continued our friendship , and ende up working at the same place in Brooklyn, at a local delicatesson. We had so much fun, as at the end of the night, when we stocked out the pickles, we just was zany, as we had pickle fights, and throwing at each other. We made enough money doing this for 2 years, when we both decided to visit Florida for the first time. I was 17 and he was 16. I forgot to tell you, that his birthday is the same day as mine. One year later, we decided for the summer, to be Camp Counselors at a sleep away camp upstate New York. We helped children have a wonderful summer, and we were both appreciated for our work, and to show all a friendship, that is truely special. That summer, my best friend met a woman called Leslie, and I kept our friendship close as possible, as he got involved with her, and got married seven years later at the age of 25. I got involved with a few other friends I met from the camp, and sadly my best friend and I parted ways for 2 years. We met one day at a bowling alley, and I told him I am sorry for feeling jealous of his marriage. He also told me he was sorry, as he was as much to blame for our friendship not being close,during those 2 years apart. We rekindled our friendship from that point forward, and never looked back. I ended up getting married to my first wife a few years later, and he was my best man. I moved to Florida in 1980, and stayed married for 18 years, until my values as a husband was not there any more. I wasen't happy as my first wife didn't care about being a mother to my first child called Melanie. Today this brilliant girl, lives in Washington DC, as the copywriter to Dow Jones.. Well it was a bitter divorce, as my first wife was to negative, and she wanted to commit suicide, and leave her own daughter. She said I am not a mother. Well she is still alive, but we don't talk about our daughter. Moving along, as we had visits from my best friend Harvey every few years, and we went to Disney World a few times together in the ages. We talk baseball, and hockey over the phone every few weeks, and he came down to Florida and met my new wife Elizabeth. This may, my new marriage is going on 15 years, and I understood at that point, what a true friend meant. We are still friends going on our 51st year, and this friendship, despite all conditions, is staying as close, as any friendship could be.

One week ago, I got a call from Harvey's wife, and told me that Harvey had a heart attack, and is in ICU. When I heard this devastating news, I cried for hours, as part of me was being torn away from my heart. The next day, I took a flight, despite not having funds, and went to the airport to plead with them to let me go. Out of the blue, I got a call from my friends brother Bruce. He knew my situation was very bad, not only because of my Parkinson Disease I have since 2007, but because of my heart and soul meant so much for his brother, on our friendship, and th desire to always be there for each other, regardless of all obstacles that crossed our path. I thanked him so much, and he said what I did for you, was for a friendship that was made by God, and we don't want to take something away from either of us. He picked me up at the airport and drove me right to the hospital, and when I saw Harvey, it was hard, as I started crying again, and had to step out of the room. His Mother came over to me to comfort me, as she is as important to us, as she kept us together as well. He was in a Coma, which he was for 3 days. When all of a sudden, he heard my voice, and he woke up crying, as I was there for him, in time of need. Everyone was happy, and Leslie came over to me to hug me, because even his doctor told me, that it was a miracle, as thy didn't know if he was going to survive. I went down to my knees, and cried and prayed to god to thank him, from the bottom of my heart, for allowing him to wake up. He was coherent, and we hugged each other for a few minutes, and we both looked up at the same moment, to thank God once again, for allowing our dearest friendship to go on. It was 3 days later, that I had to go back home to Florida

, and we knew we felt in our heart, that our lifes and friendship together will go on.I thanked his brother and mother and his wife, for llowing me to come, and allowed me to sleep somewhere, and fed me as well. The miracle of my friendship, will be deep in my soul, because God had let me live and for me to be where I had to be, when it was more important, then anything in my life, at the very deepest time in my life.