Thanks For Assisting Me Quotes

It put me upon reflecting how little repining there would be among mankind at any condition of life, if people would rather compare their condition with those that were worse, in order to be thankful, than be always comparing them with those which are better, to assist their murmurings and complaining.

Oh, certainly, sir. Would you like me to accompany you?” “That won’t be necessary, Lieutenant, but thank you for the offer.” “I—s-sir,” he stammers. “Of course, it’s m-my pleasure, sir, to assist you—” Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I’ve likely given the poor man a heart attack.

Will you accompany me in this dance?” he said, bowing and holding out his hand. “No, thank you.” Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. “I, uh, I was teasing.

thanks for saving me back there larten errmm thats mr crepsley to you - darren shan and larten creplsley - the vampires assistant

It put me upon reflecting how little repining there would be among mankind at any condition of life if people would rather compare their condition with those that were worse, in order to be thankful, than be always comparing them with those which are better, to assist their murmurings and complainings. As

Pinner. "'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' "'It took some time,' said I.

You speak as if you envied him." "And I do envy him, Emma. In one respect he is the object of my envy." Emma could say no more. They seemed to be within half a sentence of Harriet, and her immediate feeling was to avert the subject, if possible. She made her plan; she would speak of something totally different—the children in Brunswick Square; and she only waited for breath to begin, when Mr. Knightley startled her, by saying, "You will not ask me what is the point of envy.—You are determined, I see, to have no curiosity.—You are wise—but I cannot be wise. Emma, I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment." "Oh! then, don't speak it, don't speak it," she eagerly cried. "Take a little time, consider, do not commit yourself." "Thank you," said he, in an accent of deep mortification, and not another syllable followed. Emma could not bear to give him pain. He was wishing to confide in her—perhaps to consult her;—cost her what it would, she would listen. She might assist his resolution, or reconcile him to it; she might give just praise to Harriet, or, by representing to him his own independence, relieve him from that state of indecision, which must be more intolerable than any alternative to such a mind as his.—They had reached the house. "You are going in, I suppose?" said he. "No,"—replied Emma—quite confirmed by the depressed manner in which he still spoke—"I should like to take another turn. Mr. Perry is not gone." And, after proceeding a few steps, she added—"I stopped you ungraciously, just now, Mr. Knightley, and, I am afraid, gave you pain.—But if you have any wish to speak openly to me as a friend, or to ask my opinion of any thing that you may have in contemplation—as a friend, indeed, you may command me.—I will hear whatever you like. I will tell you exactly what I think." "As a friend!"—repeated Mr. Knightley.—"Emma, that I fear is a word—No, I have no wish—Stay, yes, why should I hesitate?—I have gone too far already for concealment.—Emma, I accept your offer—Extraordinary as it may seem, I accept it, and refer myself to you as a friend.—Tell me, then, have I no chance of ever succeeding?" He stopped in his earnestness to look the question, and the expression of his eyes overpowered her. "My dearest Emma," said he, "for dearest you will always be, whatever the event of this hour's conversation, my dearest, most beloved Emma—tell me at once. Say 'No,' if it is to be said."—She could really say nothing.—"You are silent," he cried, with great animation; "absolutely silent! at present I ask no more." Emma was almost ready to sink under the agitation of this moment. The dread of being awakened from the happiest dream, was perhaps the most prominent feeling. "I cannot make speeches, Emma:" he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing.—"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am.—You hear nothing but truth from me.—I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it.—Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover.—But you understand me.—Yes, you see, you understand my feelings—and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.

Before she knew it the afternoon was done, and the trainees were taking their new mounts to the stables for grooming. Daine, Onua, Buri, and Sarge helped then too, though Daine couldn't see how she could ever be comfortable telling a twenty-year-old man he was missing spots on the pony he was grooming. She did try it: "Excuse me, trainee what did you say your name was?" Blue gray eyes twinkled at her over his cream-colored mare's back. "I didn't. It's Farant. " His blond hair curled thickly over his head, almost matching the pony's in color. "Thank you. Trainee Farant, you're missing spots. " "Not at all, sweetheart. I'm just combing too fast for you to see. " "Trainee Farant, you're missing spots!" Sarge boomed just behind Daine. She thought later she actually might have levitated at that moment certainly Farant had. Next time the assistant horsemistress tells you something, don't flirt correct it!" He moved on, and Daine pressed her hands against her burning cheeks. Farant leaned on his mare and sighed. "Yes, Assistant Horsemistress. Right away. " He winked at her and went back to work. Daine went to Sarge as the trainees were finishing up. "Sarge, I-" He shook his head. Daine thought if he leaned against the stable wall any harder, it would collapse. How did a human, without bear blood in him, get to be so large? "Not your fault. These city boys see you, you're young, sweet-lookin'",he winked at her,"they're gonna try to take advantage. If they can't keep their minds on the job after I've had them two weeks already in my patty-paws, then I ain't been doing my job right. " His grin was wolfish. "But that can be fixed. " Seeing her open mouthed stare, he asked, "Something the matter, my lamb?" She closed her jaw. "No, sir. I just never met nobody like you. " "And if you're lucky, you won't again, " muttered Buri, passing by.

It’s that time of the month again… As we head into those dog days of July, Mike would like to thank those who helped him get the toys he needs to enjoy his summer. Thanks to you, he bought a new bass boat, which we don’t need; a condo in Florida, where we don’t spend any time; and a $2,000 set of golf clubs…which he had been using as an alibi to cover the fact that he has been remorselessly banging his secretary, Beebee, for the last six months. Tragically, I didn’t suspect a thing. Right up until the moment Cherry Glick inadvertently delivered a lovely floral arrangement to our house, apparently intended to celebrate the anniversary of the first time Beebee provided Mike with her special brand of administrative support. Sadly, even after this damning evidence-and seeing Mike ram his tongue down Beebee’s throat-I didn’t quite grasp the depth of his deception. It took reading the contents of his secret e-mail account before I was convinced. I learned that cheap motel rooms have been christened. Office equipment has been sullied. And you should think twice before calling Mike’s work number during his lunch hour, because there’s a good chance that Beebee will be under his desk “assisting” him. I must confess that I was disappointed by Mike’s over-wrought prose, but I now understand why he insisted that I write this newsletter every month. I would say this is a case of those who can write, do; and those who can’t do Taxes. And since seeing is believing, I could have included a Hustler-ready pictorial layout of the photos of Mike’s work wife. However, I believe distributing these photos would be a felony. The camera work isn’t half-bad, though. It’s good to see that Mike has some skill in the bedroom, even if it’s just photography. And what does Beebee have to say for herself? Not Much. In fact, attempts to interview her for this issue were met with spaced-out indifference. I’ve had a hard time not blaming the conniving, store-bought-cleavage-baring Oompa Loompa-skinned adulteress for her part in the destruction of my marriage. But considering what she’s getting, Beebee has my sympathies. I blame Mike. I blame Mike for not honoring the vows he made to me. I blame Mike for not being strong enough to pass up the temptation of readily available extramarital sex. And I blame Mike for not being enough of a man to tell me he was having an affair, instead letting me find out via a misdirected floral delivery. I hope you have enjoyed this new digital version of the Terwilliger and Associates Newsletter. Next month’s newsletter will not be written by me as I will be divorcing Mike’s cheating ass. As soon as I press send on this e-mail, I’m hiring Sammy “the Shark” Shackleton. I don’t know why they call him “the Shark” but I did hear about a case where Sammy got a woman her soon-to-be ex-husband’s house, his car, his boat and his manhood in a mayonnaise jar. And one last thing, believe me when I say I will not be letting Mike off with “irreconcilable differences” in divorce court. Mike Terwilliger will own up to being the faithless, loveless, spineless, useless, dickless wonder he is.

If even this stranger had smiled and been good-humoured to me when I addressed him; if he had put off my offer of assistance gaily and with thanks, I should have gone on my way and not felt any vocation to renew inquiries: but the frown, the roughness of the traveller, set me at my ease

So either this was a coincidence, or you have a traitor among the alphas.” Jim’s eyes flashed green. “There are no traitors on the Council.” I sighed. “Of course not—how dare the mighty shapeshifters have human vices.” Curran leaned half an inch forward. “We’re not mercenaries, Kate. Don’t measure us by your standard.” Thank you, Your Majesty. I looked at Jim. “The Order appreciates the offer of aid from the Pack, but given the sensitive nature of our investigation, we decline your assistance at this time.” Curran showed me the edge of his teeth. “Are you implying my people can’t be circumspect?” I looked at Jim. “Please relay my congratulations to His Majesty on learning such a big word all by himself.

Through her, I experience me In a way I don’t do alone. My love and thanks go out to her For assisting my journey home.

Things I Used to Get Hit For: Talking back. Being smart. Acting stupid. Not listening. Not answering the first time. Not doing what I’m told. Not doing it the second time I’m told. Running, jumping, yelling, laughing, falling down, skipping stairs, lying in the snow, rolling in the grass, playing in the dirt, walking in mud, not wiping my feet, not taking my shoes off. Sliding down the banister, acting like a wild Indian in the hallway. Making a mess and leaving it. Pissing my pants, just a little. Peeing the bed, hardly at all. Sleeping with a butter knife under my pillow. Shitting the bed because I was sick and it just ran out of me, but still my fault because I’m old enough to know better. Saying shit instead of crap or poop or number two. Not knowing better. Knowing something and doing it wrong anyway. Lying. Not confessing the truth even when I don’t know it. Telling white lies, even little ones, because fibbing isn’t fooling and not the least bit funny. Laughing at anything that’s not funny, especially cripples and retards. Covering up my white lies with more lies, black lies. Not coming the exact second I’m called. Getting out of bed too early, sometimes before the birds, and turning on the TV, which is one reason the picture tube died. Wearing out the cheap plastic hole on the channel selector by turning it so fast it sounds like a machine gun. Playing flip-and-catch with the TV’s volume button then losing it down the hole next to the radiator pipe. Vomiting. Gagging like I’m going to vomit. Saying puke instead of vomit. Throwing up anyplace but in the toilet or in a designated throw-up bucket. Using scissors on my hair. Cutting Kelly’s doll’s hair really short. Pinching Kelly. Punching Kelly even though she kicked me first. Tickling her too hard. Taking food without asking. Eating sugar from the sugar bowl. Not sharing. Not remembering to say please and thank you. Mumbling like an idiot. Using the emergency flashlight to read a comic book in bed because batteries don’t grow on trees. Splashing in puddles, even the puddles I don’t see until it’s too late. Giving my mother’s good rhinestone earrings to the teacher for Valentine’s Day. Splashing in the bathtub and getting the floor wet. Using the good towels. Leaving the good towels on the floor, though sometimes they fall all by themselves. Eating crackers in bed. Staining my shirt, tearing the knee in my pants, ruining my good clothes. Not changing into old clothes that don’t fit the minute I get home. Wasting food. Not eating everything on my plate. Hiding lumpy mashed potatoes and butternut squash and rubbery string beans or any food I don’t like under the vinyl seat cushions Mom bought for the wooden kitchen chairs. Leaving the butter dish out in summer and ruining the tablecloth. Making bubbles in my milk. Using a straw like a pee shooter. Throwing tooth picks at my sister. Wasting toothpicks and glue making junky little things that no one wants. School papers. Notes from the teacher. Report cards. Whispering in church. Sleeping in church. Notes from the assistant principal. Being late for anything. Walking out of Woolworth’s eating a candy bar I didn’t pay for. Riding my bike in the street. Leaving my bike out in the rain. Getting my bike stolen while visiting Grandpa Rudy at the hospital because I didn’t put a lock on it. Not washing my feet. Spitting. Getting a nosebleed in church. Embarrassing my mother in any way, anywhere, anytime, especially in public. Being a jerk. Acting shy. Being impolite. Forgetting what good manners are for. Being alive in all the wrong places with all the wrong people at all the wrong times.

As a newbie to cryptocurrency, I lost a lot of money up to $170,000 I would like to express my gratitude to Expert Bernie Doran for their exceptional assistance in recovering my funds from a forex broker. Their expertise and professionalism in navigating the complex process were truly commendable. Through their guidance and relentless efforts, I was able to successfully retrieve my funds of $170,000, providing me with much-needed relief. I highly recommend him on Gmail - Berniedoransignals@ gmail. com , to anyone facing similar challenges, as their dedication and commitment to helping clients are truly impressive. Thank you, Bernie doran, for your invaluable support in resolving this matter.

Welcome, praetor!” he said. “You need any giants’ faces smashed while you’re in town, just let me know.” “Thanks, Terminus,” Percy said. “I’ll keep that in mind.” “Yes, good. Your praetor’s cape is an inch too low on the left. There—that’s better. Where is my assistant? Julia!” The little girl ran out from behind the pedestal. She was wearing a green dress tonight, and her hair was still in pigtails. When she smiled, Percy saw that her front teeth were starting to come in. She held up a box full of party hats. Percy tried to decline, but Julia gave him the big adoring eyes. “Ah, sure,” he said. “I’ll take the blue crown.” She offered Hazel a gold pirate hat. “I’m gonna be Percy Jackson when I grow up,” she told Hazel solemnly. Hazel smiled and ruffled her hair. “That’s a good thing to be, Julia.” “Although,” Frank said, picking out a hat shaped like a polar bear’s head, “Frank Zhang would be good too.” “Frank!” Hazel said.

Thanks to all the people who have denied me their help, assistance and support. Without them I would have never worked hard and fought so hard. I would have never knew that I have it in me to make it too. That I am also capable of doing and archiving something on my own.

My recommendation is to keep up the good work. I’m changing your title to senior executive assistant, and giving you a three percent raise effective next payday. Congratulations.” Wow, three percent. I could move up that early retirement plan to age seventy-five now, instead of eighty. Lucky me. Thank you,” I said. “That’s very generous.” You’re quite welcome.” Ms. Saunders nodded and grabbed a gold-plated letter opener to begin attacking her stack of mail. I turned to leave. Didn’t want to outstay my welcome. Damn it!” she exclaimed, and I turned back around. She winced and nodded at the letter opener that she’d dropped to her desktop. “Damn thing slipped. I’m probably going to need stitches now. Can you be a dear and fetch the first-aid kit for me?” She held her left index finger and frowned at the steady flow of blood oozing out. A few small drops of red splashed onto the other letters spread out on the desk. I felt woozy. And suddenly dizzy. I blinked. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer standing by the door about to leave. I was crouched down next to Ms. Saunders’s imported black leather chair, grasping her wrist tightly…… and sucking noisily on her fingertip. I shrieked and let go of her, staggering backward. I grabbed at her desk to keep from falling, but I dropped on my butt, anyhow, taking most of the contents of the top of her desk with me. She held her injured finger far away from her and stared at me, wide-eyed, with a mixture of shock and disgust. I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. What in the holy hell just happened? I… I… uh… I’m so sorry,” I managed. “I don’t know what… I wouldn’t normally do something… I just…” Ms. Saunders pulled her hand close to her chest, perhaps to protect it from further abuse. Get out,” she said quietly. Yeah, I’ll get back to work. Again, I’m so, so sorry. Would you like me to bring you a cup of coffee?” No, not to your desk,” she said evenly, but her volume increased with every word. “Get out of here, you freak. I don’t care what you’ve heard, I’m not into women. You’re fired. Now get out of here before I call security.” But… my job review—” Get out!” she yelled.

I work either way, you see - assisted or unassisted - because that is what you must do in order to live a fully creative life. I work steadily, and I always thank the process. Whether I am touched by grace or not, I thank creativity for allowing me to engage with it at all.

I didn’t call you here to bust my chops.” I clarified, “I need some advice.” He sarcastically replied, “Awesome. How may I assist the almighty Nik Strand?” “Fuck you,” I said with no heat. My brother knew how much his opinion mattered to me. He laughed, “No, thanks. I’m really not into that sort of thing. Besides, incest is illegal,” he pointed out. “Hardy

I will need no one is the resounding and self-affirming mantra of the narcissist, particularly for male narcissists. You owe me is more often the female narcissist’s recurring refrain. These underlying themes are, of course, completely outside of the narcissist’s awareness—an automatic tune that plays repeatedly in the background thanks to well-grooved memories. This intricate memory system is also where self-preserving well-worn masks that assist in coping reside.

all these Things tended to shewing me more and more how far my Condition was from being miserable, compar’d to some others; nay, to many other Particulars of Life, which it might have pleased God to have made my Lot. It put me upon reflecting, How little repining there would be among Mankind, at any Condition of Life, if People would rather compare their Condition with those that are worse, in order to be thankful, than be always comparing them with those which are better, to assist their Murmurings and Complainings.

Prayer to an Unseen Friend My special friend, thank you for listening to me. You know how hard I am trying to fulfill your faith in me. Thank You, also for the place in which I dwell. Let neither work nor play, no matter how satisfying or glorious, ever separate me for long from my precious family. Teach me how to play the game of life with fairness, courage, fortitude and confidence. Provide me with a few friends who understand me and yet remain my friends. Allow me a forgiving heart and a mind unafraid to travel though the trail may not be marked. Give me a sense of humor and a little leisure with nothing to do. Help me to strive for the highest legitimate reward of merit, ambition and opportunity, and yet never allow me to forget to extend a kindly, helping hand to others who need encouragement and assistance. Provide me with the strength to encounter whatever is to come, that I be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in anger and always prepared for any change of fortune. Enable me to give a smile instead of a frown, a kindly word instead of harshness and bitterness. Make me sympathetic to the grief of others, realizing that there are hidden woes in every life, no matter how exalted. Keep me forever serene in every activity of life, neither unduly boastful nor given to the more serious sin of self-depreciation. In sorrow, may my soul be uplifted, by the thought that if there were no shadow, there would be no sunshine. In failure, preserve my faith. In success, keep me humble. Steady me to do the full share of my work, and more, as well as I can, and when that is done, stop me, pay me what wages Thou wilt, and permit me to say, from a loving heart... A grateful Amen

Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake, inimitable contriver, endower of Earth so gorgeous & different from the boring Moon, thank you for such as it is my gift. I have made up a morning prayer to you containing with precision everything that most matters. ‘According to Thy will’ the thing begins. It took me off & on two days. It does not aim at eloquence. You have come to my rescue again & again in my impassable, sometimes despairing years. You have allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselves and I am still here, severely damaged, but functioning. Unknowable, as I am unknown to my guinea pigs: how can I ‘love’ you? I only as far as gratitude & awe confidently & absolutely go. I have no idea whether we live again. It doesn’t seem likely from either the scientific or the philosophical point of view but certainly all things are possible to you, and I believe as fixedly in the Resurrection-appearances to Peter and to Paul as I believe I sit in this blue chair. Only that may have been a special case to establish their initiatory faith. Whatever your end may be, accept my amazement. May I stand until death forever at attention for any your least instruction or enlightenment. I even feel sure you will assist me again, Master of insight & beauty.

What I hadn’t realized was that, above all else, Favs was a prodigy. Speechwriters, even great ones, tend to lead either from the head or heart. I was a head-first writer, connecting logical dots and only later adding emotions. Heart-first people went the other way around. Favs was the only true switch-hitter I ever met. His writing was both lyrical and well organized, arcing between timeless values and everyday concerns with astounding ease and grace. Perhaps because he possessed innate talent, Favs tended to separate people into two categories: those who had it and those who did not. I was lucky enough to be lumped into the haves. From the day I arrived he acted as if, all evidence to the contrary, his team benefited from having me around. “So, is it amazing?” friends would ask. Of course it was amazing. Sometimes Kathy, Valerie’s assistant, would explain that we needed to reschedule a meeting because Valerie had been called into the Oval. She said this casually, as though her boss had been put on hold with the cable company and not summoned by the leader of the free world. Other times I would watch Favs and the POTUS speechwriters spitball lines for a set of remarks. A few days later, I would see those exact same lines on the front page of the New York Times. It was unbelievable. I felt like Cinderella at the ball.

Your phone’s vibrating,” Scottie says. She takes my cell phone out of her pocket, the phone she has stolen from me to text her friend. She doesn’t even care that she has disobeyed. She doesn’t care that she said “finger-fucked” in front of me. It’s as though I’m not a father. I don’t recognize the number, so I don’t answer. I like to let people leave messages, and then I’ll call back after I rehearse what to say. “You never answer your phone,” Scottie says. “What if someone needs help?” “Then they can leave a message and I’ll call right back.” Alex takes the phone out of my hands. “Hello?” she says. “What the—? Do I not exist, girls? Do you realize I’m in charge here?” Scottie whispers, “Who is it?” “Oh, no,” Alex says. “This is the right number. This is his assistant…Sharon.” Scottie opens her mouth, delighted. I’ve always been impressed by Alex’s effortless ability to lie. “That sounds nice,” Alex says, then punches me lightly on the arm. “Where? Great. And for how long? Okay. Well, thanks. Maybe we’ll peek in on Sunday. Thanks so much. Okay.” She closes the phone. “Well?” “That was a Realtor, Dad, from Brian’s office. She says she’d be happy to show you the house you called about. Well done, Dad. Very clever.” “Good one, King,” Sid says. “What about Brian?” I ask. I feel strange talking about this with Joanie in the room. I position myself so that I face away from her.

I NEED A HACKER TO RECOVER STOLEN CRYPTO  FROM SCAMMERS Call iFORCE HACKER RECOVERY If you're new to cryptocurrency trading, I highly recommend approaching it with extreme caution or avoiding it altogether. I was persuaded to invest a large portion of my life savings around 114,000 USDT into a forex platform promising high returns. After investing and seeing some profits, I was suddenly unable to withdraw my funds. My attempts to contact customer service were unsuccessful, and I realized I had been scammed. Thankfully, after extensive searching, I found a trusted crypto recovery expert: iFORCE HACKER RECOVERY. I reached out and shared my situation. They assured me they could help and within 24 hours, they had successfully recovered my funds. I'm incredibly grateful for their swift and skilled assistance. Scam Recovery: Specializing in retrieving funds lost to scams, they utilize advanced techniques to trace stolen assets and engage with financial institutions. Hacking Services: Their skilled professionals can investigate unauthorized access and breaches, ensuring that clients' digital assets are secured against future threats. Consultation and Guidance: Providing clients with insights on how to protect their investments from potential scams, iFORCE equips individuals with the knowledge needed to navigate the crypto space safely Website; ww w . iforcehackersrecovery . com Contact /wh,ats,app; +12.40.80.33.706 Email; contact@iforcehackersrecovery . com

There is a new trend among authors to thank every famous people for inspiration, non-existent assistance, and/or some casual reference to the author’s work. Authors do this to pump themselves up. So, on the off chance that this is helpful, I wish to thank the following people: the Prime Minister of India for promoting literacy; Dr APJ Abdul Kalam, who called me up one day and said, “Hey, you’re a good writer”; Kabir Das, who inspired me to write about love; Shahrukh Khan, who is an awesome actor; and last but not least, President of India, who once waved to me in New Delhi as the convoy moved from the streets to the Rashtrapati Bhavan Building, screwing up traffic for half an hour, thereby forcing me to kill time by thinking of a great plot to write this book.

I am indebted to the following colleagues for their advice, assistance, or support: Dr. Alfred Lerner, Dori Vakis, Robin Heck, Dr. Todd Dray, Dr. Robert Tull, and Dr. Sandy Chun. Thanks also to Lynette Parker of East San Jose Community Law Center for her advice about adoption procedures, and to Mr. Daoud Wahab for sharing his experiences in Afghanistan with me. I am grateful to my dear friend Tamim Ansary for his guidance and support and to the gang at the San Francisco Writers Workshop for their feedback and encouragement. I want to thank my father, my oldest friend and the inspiration for all that is noble in Baba; my mother who prayed for me and did nazr at every stage of this book’s writing; my aunt for buying me books when I was young. Thanks go out to Ali, Sandy, Daoud

I suppose you think I should be thanking you, for stepping up to assist in reviving me.' 'I have no illusions that the day you thank me for anything, Rhysand, is the day the burning fires of hell go cold.' 'Poetic.' A low snarl. Too easy. It was far too easy to bait him, rile him. And though I reminded myself of the wall, of the peace we needed, I said, 'You saved my mate's life on several occasions. I will always be thankful for that.' I knew the words found their mark. My mate. Low. It was a low blow. I had everything- everything I'd wished for, dreamed of, begged the stars to grant me. He had nothing. Had been given everything and squandered it. He didn't deserve my pity, my sympathy. No, Tamlin deserved what he'd brought upon himself, this husk of a life. He deserved every empty room, every snarl of thorns, every meal he had to hunt for himself.

Mrs. Indianapolis was in town again. She looked like a can of Sprite in her green and yellow outfit. She always likes to come down to the front desk just to chat. It was 4:04 am and thankfully I was awake and at the front desk when she got off the elevator and walked towards me. 
 “Good morning, Jacob,” she said.
 “My name is Jarod,” I replied.
 “When did you change your name?” “I was born Jarod, and I’ll probably die. Maybe.”
 “You must be new here. You look like a guy named Jacob that used to work at the front desk.”
 “Nope, I’m not new. And there’s no Jacob that’s worked the front desk, nor anybody who looks or looked like me. How can I assist you, Mrs. Indianapolis?”
 “I’d like to inform you that the pool is emitting a certain odor.”
 “What sort of odor?”
 “Bleach.”
 “Ah, that’s what we like to call chlorine. It’s the latest craze in the sanitation of public pools. Between you and me, though, I think it’s just a fad.”
 “Don’t get sassy with me, young man. I know what chlorine is. I expect a clean pool when I go swimming. But what I don’t expect is enough bleach to get the grass stain out of a shirt the size of Kentucky.”
 “That’s not our policy, ma’am. We only use about as much chlorine as it would take to remove a coffee stain the size of Seattle from a light gray shirt the size of Washington.” “Jerry, I don’t usually give advice to underlings, but I’m feeling charitable tonight. So I’ll tell you that if you want to get ahead in life, you have to know when to talk and when not to talk. And for a guy like you, it’d be a good idea if you decided not to talk all the time. Or even better, not to talk at all.”
 “Some people say some people talk too much, and some people, the second some people, say the first some people talk to much and think too little. Who is first and who is second in this case? Well, the customer—that’s you, lady—always comes first.”
 “There you go again with the talking. I’d rather talk to a robot than to you.”
 “If you’d rather talk to a robot, why don’t you just find your husband? He’s got all the personality and charm of a circuit board. Forgive me, I didn’t mean that.”
 “I should hope not!”
 “What I meant to say was fried circuit board. It’d be quite absurd to equate your husband’s banter to a functioning circuit board.”
 “I’m going to have a talk to your manager about your poor guest service.”
 “Go ahead. Tell him that Jerry was rude and see what he says. And by the way, the laundry room is off limits when no lifeguard is on duty.

Yes,” her boss responded, “one for us and one for the customer.” “I’m sorry, so you are saying that the client is asking for a copy and we need a copy for internal use?” “Actually, I’ll check with the client—they haven’t asked for anything. But I definitely want a copy. That’s just how I do business.” “Absolutely,” she responded. “Thanks for checking with the customer. Where would you like to store the in-house copy? There’s no more space in the file room here.” “It’s fine. You can store it anywhere,” he said, slightly perturbed now. “Anywhere?” she mirrored again, with calm concern. When another person’s tone of voice or body language is inconsistent with his words, a good mirror can be particularly useful. In this case, it caused her boss to take a nice, long pause—something he did not often do. My student sat silent. “As a matter of fact, you can put them in my office,” he said, with more composure than he’d had the whole conversation. “I’ll get the new assistant to print it for me after the project is done. For now, just create two digital backups.” A day later her boss emailed and wrote simply, “The two digital backups will be fine.” Not long after, I received an ecstatic email from this student: “I was shocked! I love mirrors! A week of work avoided!” Mirroring will make you feel awkward as heck when you first try it. That’s the only hard part about it; the technique takes a little practice. Once you get the hang of it, though, it’ll become a conversational Swiss Army knife valuable in just about every professional and social setting.

Will you go?” Maelyn asked. “Not a chance,” said Briette. “ ‘I shall eagerly await your reply and I wish you health and wealth. Your affectionate friend, “ ‘The Duchess of Merridell’ ” Heidel snorted. “Duchess of Mudsuckers.” “Wait, she wrote an additional note at the bottom,” said Briette. “ ‘I nearly forgot! I must also thank you for assisting with the birth of my beautiful daughter. She is strong and healthy, thank our Good Sire above. I remember you were curious about the name and at long last I have chosen it! Her name is Roselle.’ ” Briette stopped. “Is that it?” said Heidel. Briette stared at the name. She covered her mouth with her fingers and began to blink rapidly. “What’s the matter?” said Maelyn. Briette stood, the parchment falling to her feet. “I uh, I have to go upstairs.” “What is it, Briette?” Heidel asked. “I’m sorry. Please excuse me.” Briette cut between the armchairs and managed to get out without stumbling. She passed through the corridors and climbed the stairs, holding the wall as she went. Her thoughts spun, her heart staggered. Now she knew what had been in the basket. Miss Gerda would have told her. Briette was sure of it. I’m afraid there is more, she had said. But the poor woman had not been given the chance. And the dream! The dream in which her own reflection reached out and pulled her hair. It was a memory. Her mind had fabricated a mirror to make sense of the dream but no mirror had ever been there. The face she had seen was not her own, though it matched in every way. It had belonged to another child. Her name was Roselle. Briette entered her chamber, shut the door, and slid down in front of it. She covered her face and wept a blend of joy and sorrow. “I have a twin.” *

WE’RE GOOD AT WRONG SPOTTING If you’ve ever received feedback at work—or had an in-law—you are familiar with the many shapes and sizes of wrong: It’s 2 + 2 = 5 wrong: It is literally incorrect. I could not have been rude at that meeting because I was not at that meeting. And my name is not Mike. It’s different-planet wrong: Somewhere in the universe there may exist a carbon-based life form that would have taken offense at my e-mail, but here on Earth everyone knows it was a joke. It used to be right: Your critique of my marketing plan is based on how marketing worked when you were coming up. Before the Internet. And electricity. It’s right according to the wrong people: Some see me that way, but next time, talk to at least one person who is not on my Personal Enemies List. Your context is wrong: I do yell at my assistant. And he yells at me. That’s how our relationship works—key word being “works.” It’s right for you, but wrong for me: We have different body types. Armani suits flatter you. Hoodies flatter me. The feedback is right, but not right now: It’s true that I could lose a few pounds—which I will do as soon as the quintuplets are out of the house. Anyway, it’s unhelpful: Telling me to be a better mentor isn’t helping me to be a better mentor. What kind of mentor are you anyway? Why is wrong spotting so easy? Because there’s almost always something wrong—something the feedback giver is overlooking, shortchanging, or misunderstanding. About you, about the situation, about the constraints you’re under. And givers compound the problem by delivering feedback that is vague, making it easy for us to overlook, shortchange, and misunderstand what they are saying. But in the end, wrong spotting not only defeats wrong feedback, it defeats learning.

-1 PETER 5:3 Over and over I have attempted to be an example by doing rather than telling. I feel that God's great truths are "caught" and not always "taught." In the book of Deuteronomy, Moses (the author) says the following about God's commandments, statutes, and judgments: "You shall teach them diligently to your sons and shall talk of them when you sit in your house and when you walk by the way and when you lie down and when you rise up" (6:7). In other words, at all times we are to be examples. It is amazing how much we can teach by example in every situation: at home, at the beach, while jogging, when resting, when eating-in every part of the day. It's amazing how often I catch our children and grandchildren imitating the values we exhibited in our home-something as little as a lighted candle to warm the heart, to a thank you when food is being served in a restaurant. Little eyes are peering around to see how we behave when we think no one is looking. Are we consistent with what we say we believe? If we talk calmness and patience, how do we respond when standing in a slow line at the market? How does our conversation go when there is a slowdown on Friday evening's freeway drive? Do we go by the rules on the freeway (having two people or more in the car while driving in the carpool lane, going the speed limit, and obeying all traffic signs)? How can we show God's love? By helping people out when they are in need of assistance, even when it is not convenient. We can be good neighbors. Sending out thank you cards after receiving a gift shows our appreciation for the gift and the person. Being kind to animals and the environment when we go to the park for a campout or picnic shows good stewardship. We are continually setting some kind of example whether we know it or not. PRAYER Father God, let my life be an example to those around me, especially the little ones who are learning the ways of faith. May I exhibit proper conduct even when no one is around. I want to be obedient to Your guiding principles. Thank You for Your example. Amen.

As time passed, I learned more and more about the culture that comes with beign an injured veteran. There are a lot of really wonderful people and organizations to help veterans returning from war. Right about the time I started to really move forward in my recovery, two women came by and introduced themselves. They explained that they raise money to help injured veterans with various needs. They asked if there was anything I or my family needed. I said, “No thank you, I’m all good.” But my sisters piped up and said, “He needs clothes. He doesn’t have anything.” The women smiled and said they’d be back. They came back with some sweatpants and a shirt and then announced that they were taking us to the mall. This would be my first time leaving the campus of Walter Reed, my first real trip out of the hospital. We were all excited. Leaving the hospital was a big step for me but my poor sisters had been cooped up much of the time with me in there as well. I was a little nervous, but I owed it to them to push aside my anxiety. We decided that the electric wheelchair would be too heavy and too much trouble to get in and out of the car, so Jennifer wheeled me down to the front door where the ladies were waiting in their car. With very little assistance, Jennifer was able to get me for that chair into the car and we were off to the mall. When we arrived, my sisters pulled the wheelchair out of the trunk and placed it next to the car door. They opened the door and Jennifer leaned down and with one swift motion lifted me up like a nearly weightless child and placed me in the chair. I laughed it off. “My sister’s strong. She’s really strong,” I boasted on her behalf. Sara, Katherine, and Jennifer were laughing the whole time because I didn’t realize how scrawny I was, how much weight I had lost. Jennifer could pick me up with no problem because I practically weighed nothing at all. But through the laughter, I felt a pang of guilt. I am the brother of three sisters. It was my job to protect and care for them. Yet here I was, barely able to take care of myself.

Why reinvent the light bulb Did you have a problem with the burning light? Thanks to Thomas Edison’s effort, we don’t need to invent a flashlight, we just go to the store or our closet and pull one out and fuck in. I’m sure you realize that Thomas Edison took many attempts before the lamp was mastered by someone who once asked him if he discouraged his failure and said, “Cut, I haven’t failed yet, I’ve discovered another way not to make a light lamp. You see, there’s nothing like failure, there’s just results. Someone once said that defining madness is doing something over and over and getting the same results. To do our lives right, we have to change the things we do. Just like light can burn, so we can. Life can become dark and depressed and we feel no light, no hope of sight. This picture is certainly not clear. Let me highlight this situation (intentional). When we feel down and deep in the hole, that’s when we need light to see our way through. Some of us are lucky enough to have some light on our hands, others have to come out and get it back. Many people try to invent light for themselves by thinking about positive ideas, but so far it takes them. It just gives a lot of light and there’s more light available, but people at a secondary level are about how to get it. We must not be like Thomas Edison, continue to look at the problem and think of ways to solve it. For every problem, there’s a solution. How do we find a solution? We can try, as we have said, to try to figure it out ourselves, or we can find someone who has already crossed this obstacle and do what they did. There are many books on the market today that can help us understand how to overcome obstacles in our lives. We have to read and learn from the failure of others, they’ve been through it before, and they can help teach us how to go through it. We all need more light in our lives and sometimes we can’t see light at the end of the tunnel, but there’s always hope and assistance. You know how others overcome their challenges and keep this education in you even when you feel weak and life seems bad. Don’t try to reinvent the light lamp. Learn how to carry light in yourself.

INFO ABOUT THE COMPANY WhatsApp:+1 (971) 4 8 7 - 3 5 3 8 Email: spartantech (@) c y b e r s e r v i c e s . c o m Telegram:+1 (581) 2 8 6 - 8 0 9 2 I never fathomed that fraud could infiltrate even the most secure aspects of life. I had always been careful with my investments and believed that entrusting my wealth to an investment platform, where I controlled the keys and seed phrase, was a secure option. It was a decision I thought would lead to prosperity, especially with the constant assurances I received from the platform that my wealth would flourish. At first, everything seemed legitimate. The platform boasted of a proven track record and glowing testimonials, and I felt secure in my decision. However, within a few months, I was shocked to discover that a significant portion of my funds—approximately $885,000—had vanished. The platform had become increasingly difficult to contact, and there was no explanation for why I was unable to withdraw any of my funds. I was left powerless, unable to access the wealth I had worked so hard to build. To make matters worse, the platform kept urging me to invest more, promising even greater returns, which I now recognize was a tactic to further entrench me in their web of deceit. Despite numerous attempts to resolve the issue and countless hours spent trying to reach customer support, it became clear that this was no ordinary technical glitch or mistake—it was a scam. I couldn’t help but feel betrayed and utterly lost. The reviews and recommendations that had seemed so reassuring in the beginning now felt like hollow promises. I had trusted the wrong people, and it seemed there was no way out. At that low point, I reached out to SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL, a professional service that had come highly recommended by someone who had faced a similar situation. They provided me with the encouragement and expertise I needed to persevere when I had lost all hope. The team at SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL worked tirelessly to investigate the situation and recover my funds. Within just three days, they had successfully tracked down my lost money and facilitated its return. This was a harsh lesson in the realities of online fraud, but thanks to the support of SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL, I was able to recover what I thought was lost forever. I wouldn’t wish this ordeal on anyone, but if you’ve suffered similar losses, don’t hesitate to seek professional assistance. There are still people out there who can help you regain control of what is yours.

The German Volk will believe me when I say that I would have chosen peace over war. Because for me, peace meant a multitude of delightful assignments. What I was able to do for the German Volk in the few years from 1933 to 1939, thanks to Providence and the support of numerous excellent assistants, in terms of culture, education, as well as economic recovery, and, above all, in the social organization of our lives, this can surely one day be compared with what my enemies have done and achieved in the same period. In the long years of struggle for power, I often regretted that the realization of my plans was spoiled by incidents that were not only relatively unimportant, but also, above all, completely insignificant. I regret this war not only because of the sacrifices that it demands of my German Volk and of other people, but also because of the time it takes away from those who intend to carry out a great social and civilizing work and who want to complete it. After all, what Mr. Roosevelt is capable of achieving, he has proved. What Mr. Churchill has achieved, nobody knows. I can only feel profound regret at what this war will prevent me and the entire National Socialist movement from doing for many years. It is a shame that a person cannot do anything about true bunglers and lazy fellows stealing the valuable time that he wanted to dedicate to cultural, social, and economic projects for his Volk. The same applies to Fascist Italy. There, too, one man has perpetuated his name for all time through a civilizing and national revolution of worldwide dimensions. In the same way it cannot be compared to the democratic-political bungling of the idlers and dividend profiteers, who, in the Anglo-American countries, for instance, spend the wealth accumulated by their fathers or acquire new wealth through shady deals. It is precisely because this young Europe is involved in the resolution of truly great questions that it will not allow the representatives of a group of powers who tactfully call themselves the “have” states to rob them of everything that makes life worth living, namely, the value of one’s own people, their freedom, and their social and general human existence. Therefore, we understand that Japan, weary of the everlasting blackmail and impudent threats, has chosen to defend itself against the most infamous warmongers of all time. Now a mighty front of nation-states, reaching from the Channel to East Asia, has taken up the struggle against the international Jewish-capitalist and Bolshevik conspiracy. New Year’s Proclamation to the National Socialists and Party Comrades January 1, 1942

In the shock of the moment, I gave some thought to renting a convertible and driving the twenty-seven hundred miles back alone. But then I realized I was neither single nor crazy. The acting director decided that, given the FBI’s continuing responsibility for my safety, the best course was to take me back on the plane I came on, with a security detail and a flight crew who had to return to Washington anyway. We got in the vehicle to head for the airport. News helicopters tracked our journey from the L.A. FBI office to the airport. As we rolled slowly in L.A. traffic, I looked to my right. In the car next to us, a man was driving while watching an aerial news feed of us on his mobile device. He turned, smiled at me through his open window, and gave me a thumbs-up. I’m not sure how he was holding the wheel. As we always did, we pulled onto the airport tarmac with a police escort and stopped at the stairs of the FBI plane. My usual practice was to go thank the officers who had escorted us, but I was so numb and distracted that I almost forgot to do it. My special assistant, Josh Campbell, as he often did, saw what I couldn’t. He nudged me and told me to go thank the cops. I did, shaking each hand, and then bounded up the airplane stairs. I couldn’t look at the pilots or my security team for fear that I might get emotional. They were quiet. The helicopters then broadcast our plane’s taxi and takeoff. Those images were all over the news. President Trump, who apparently watches quite a bit of TV at the White House, saw those images of me thanking the cops and flying away. They infuriated him. Early the next morning, he called McCabe and told him he wanted an investigation into how I had been allowed to use the FBI plane to return from California. McCabe replied that he could look into how I had been allowed to fly back to Washington, but that he didn’t need to. He had authorized it, McCabe told the president. The plane had to come back, the security detail had to come back, and the FBI was obligated to return me safely. The president exploded. He ordered that I was not to be allowed back on FBI property again, ever. My former staff boxed up my belongings as if I had died and delivered them to my home. The order kept me from seeing and offering some measure of closure to the people of the FBI, with whom I had become very close. Trump had done a lot of yelling during the campaign about McCabe and his former candidate wife. He had been fixated on it ever since. Still in a fury at McCabe, Trump then asked him, “Your wife lost her election in Virginia, didn’t she?” “Yes, she did,” Andy replied. The president of the United States then said to the acting director of the FBI, “Ask her how it feels to be a loser” and hung up the phone.

It felt like fate when I first encountered the automated trading system that promised to transform small investments into substantial wealth over time. The marketing was aggressive, bombarding my social media feeds with images of people lounging on exotic beaches, driving fancy cars, and celebrating their newfound financial freedom. WhatsApp info:+12723328343 As a recent college graduate struggling to make ends meet, I was desperate for a way out of my financial rut, and the allure of easy money was too tempting to ignore. On a whim, I decided to take the plunge. I borrowed from my meager savings and even took out a small loan to fund my excitement. The rush I felt when signing up was like nothing I had ever experienced—an intoxicating thrill, like hopping onto a rollercoaster at full speed. At first, everything seemed to be going exactly as promised. My investment seemed to grow almost overnight, doubling and tripling in value.  My skepticism began to fade, replaced by a sense of confidence and hope for the future. I even shared my success with friends and family, excitedly telling them about the platform that was going to change my life. I imagined a future free from financial worries, a life of luxury and freedom, all thanks to this “revolutionary” trading system. But soon, a familiar sense of unease began to settle in. What had been an impressive surge in profits suddenly plateaued, and I found myself facing unexpected hurdles when trying to withdraw my funds. Pop-up messages about my “account needing an upgrade” and “market tightening” explained away the issues, but the discomfort grew. Still, I convinced myself that success required patience and continued to hold out hope that the system would recover. As weeks turned into months, my investment continued to dwindle. The once-promising account balance plummeted, and each attempt to reach customer support went unanswered. The promises of easy wealth had turned into an unsettling nightmare. Email info: Adwarerecoveryspecialist@auctioneer. net Desperate for answers, I began scouring the internet for any information or advice. That’s when I stumbled across reviews of ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST , a service that seemed to specialize in helping people like me recover lost funds from fraudulent platforms. I felt a glimmer of hope as I read about others who had managed to retrieve their investments with the help of ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST. Perhaps, after all, there was still a way out of this mess. I reached out to their team, and to my relief, they were able to assist me in recovering a portion of the money I thought I had lost for good. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST gave me the guidance and support I needed to navigate this complicated process, helping me regain control of a situation that had seemed hopeless. Their professionalism and expertise allowed me to salvage what I could, and for that, I am incredibly grateful.

One morning, a farmer knocked loudly on the door of a monastery. When Brother Porter opened the door, the farmer held out to him a magnificent bunch of grapes. “Dear Brother Porter, these are the finest grapes from my vineyard. Please accept them as a gift from me.” “Why, thank you! I’ll take them straight to the Abbot, who will be thrilled with such a gift.” “No, no. I brought them for you.” “For me? But I don’t deserve such a beautiful gift from nature.” “Whenever I knocked on the door, you opened it. When the harvest had been ruined by drought, you gave me a piece of bread and a glass of wine every day. I want this bunch of grapes to bring you a little of the sun’s love, the rain’s beauty and God’s miraculous power.” Brother Porter put the grapes down where he could see them and spent the whole morning admiring them: they really were lovely. Because of this, he decided to give the present to the Abbot, whose words of wisdom had always been such a boon to him. The Abbot was very pleased with the grapes, but then he remembered that one of the other monks was ill and thought: “I’ll give him the grapes. Who knows, they might bring a little joy into his life.” But the grapes did not remain for very long in the room of the ailing monk, for he in turn thought: “Brother Cook has taken such good care of me, giving me only the very best food to eat. I’m sure these grapes will bring him great happiness.” And when Brother Cook brought him his lunch, the monk gave him the grapes. “These are for you. You are in close touch with the gifts Nature gives us and will know what to do with this, God’s produce.” Brother Cook was amazed at the beauty of the grapes and drew his assistant’s attention to their perfection. They were so perfect that no one could possibly appreciate them more than Brother Sacristan, who had charge of the Holy Sacrament, and whom many in the monastery considered to be a truly saintly man. Brother Sacristan, in turn, gave the grapes to the youngest of the novices in order to help him understand that God’s work is to be found in the smallest details of the Creation. When the novice received them, his heart was filled with the Glory of God, because he had never before seen such a beautiful bunch of grapes. At the same time, he remembered the day he had arrived at the monastery and the person who had opened the door to him; that gesture of opening the door had allowed him to be there now in that community of people who knew the value of miracles. Shortly before dark, he took the bunch of grapes to Brother Porter. “Eat and enjoy. You spend most of your time here all alone, and these grapes will do you good.” Brother Porter understood then that the gift really was intended for him; he savoured every grape and went to sleep a happy man. In this way, the circle was closed; the circle of happiness and joy which always wraps around those who are in contact with the energy of love.

HOW CAN I LOCATE A BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT FOR FREE GO TO FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER Recovering from the impact of investment fraud can feel overwhelming, but with the right support and resources, it is indeed possible to regain financial stability. My personal experience with FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER, a specialized firm that guided me through the complexities of reclaiming my losses after falling victim to a sophisticated online scam, serves as a testament to this journey. In an instant, my life savings vanished, leaving me in a state of shock and despair. When I first reached out to FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER, I was met with a compassionate and knowledgeable team that quickly alleviated my worries. FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER took the time to listen to my story and understand the intricacies of my situation. They outlined a clear and detailed action plan, which provided me with a sense of direction during a time when I felt lost. FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER approach was methodical; they meticulously examined every aspect of my case, leveraging their extensive industry contacts and expertise to trace the movement of my stolen funds. Throughout the recovery process, the team at FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER kept me informed and involved at every stage. This transparency was crucial, as it empowered me to make informed decisions about my recovery journey. I appreciated FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER willingness to explain complex concepts in a way that was easy to understand, which helped me feel more in control of the situation. They were not just working for me; they were working with me, and that collaborative spirit made a significant difference. What I valued most was Wizard Web Recovery’s unwavering dedication and determination. The team explored every possible avenue to recover my funds, demonstrating a level of commitment that was truly inspiring. There were moments of frustration and setbacks, but FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER never wavered in their resolve. Their persistence paid off, and eventually, a significant portion of my lost money was successfully recovered. The journey was long and filled with challenges, but having FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER by my side made all the difference. Thanks to FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER relentless efforts, I was able to rebuild my financial foundation and regain a sense of security and control over my life. While the emotional scars of investment fraud may linger, collaborating with FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER was instrumental in my ability to move forward and heal. Their support not only helped me recover financially but also restored my faith in the possibility of a brighter future. For anyone facing similar challenges, I highly recommend seeking the right assistance from FUNDS RETRIEVER ENGINEER to navigate this difficult path. For help W H A T S A P P: +1 8 0 2 9 5 2 3 4 7 0 EmaIL F U N D S R E T R I E V E R [@] E N G I N E E R. C O M OR S U P P O R T @ F U N D S R E T R I E V E R [@] E N G I N E E R. C O M

You’re going to do great,” Lizzy said as they reached the mini Tiki bar. The air was cool in the high fifties and the scent of various meats on the grill filled the air. Even though they’d had the party catered, apparently Grant had insisted on grilling some things himself. “I wouldn’t have recommended you apply for it otherwise.” Athena ducked behind the bar and grinned at the array of bottles and other garnishes. She’d been friends with Lizzy the past couple months and knew her friend’s tastes by now. As she started mixing up their drinks she said, “If I fail, hopefully they won’t blame you.” Lizzy just snorted but eyed the drink mix curiously. “Purple?” “Just wait. You’ll like it.” She rolled the rims of the martini glasses in sugar as she spoke. “Where’d you learn to do this?” “I bartended a little in college and there were a few occasions on the job where I had to assist because staff called out sick for an event.” There’d been a huge festival in Madrid she’d helped out with a year ago where three of the staff had gotten food poisoning, so in addition to everything else she’d been in charge of, she’d had to help with drinks on and off. That had been such a chaotic, ridiculous job. “At least you’ll have something to fall back on if you do fail,” Lizzy teased. “I seriously hope not.” She set the two glasses on the bar and strained the purple concoction into them. With the twinkle lights strung up around the lanai and the ones glittering in the pool, the sugar seemed to sparkle around the rim. “This is called a wildcat.” “You have to make me one of those too!” The unfamiliar female voice made Athena look up. Her eyes widened as her gaze locked with Quinn freaking Brody, the too-sexy-man with an aversion to virgins. He was with the tall woman who’d just asked Athena to make a drink. But she had eyes only for Quinn. Her heart about jumped out of her chest. What was he doing here of all places? At least he looked just as surprised to see her. She ignored him because she knew if she stared into those dark eyes she’d lose the ability to speak and then she’d inevitably embarrass herself. The tall, built-like-a-goddess woman with pale blonde hair he was with smiled widely at Athena. “Only if you don’t mind,” she continued, nodding at the drinks. “They look so good.” “Ah, you can have this one. I made an extra for the lush here.” She tilted her head at Lizzy with a half-smile. Athena had planned to drink the second one herself but didn’t trust her hands not to shake if she made another. She couldn’t believe Quinn was standing right in front of her, looking all casual and annoyingly sexy in dark jeans and a long-sleeved sweater shoved up to his elbows. Why did his forearms have to look so good? “Ha, ha.” Lizzy snagged her drink as Athena stepped out from behind the bar. “Athena, this is Quinn Brody and Dominique Castle. They both work for Red Stone but Dominique is almost as new as you.” Forcing a smile on her face, Athena nodded politely at both of them—and tried to ignore the way Quinn was staring at her. She’d had no freaking idea he worked for Red Stone. He looked a bit like a hungry wolf. Just like on their last date—two months ago. When he’d decided she was too much trouble, being a virgin and all. Jackass. “It’s so nice to meet you both.” She did a mental fist pump when her voice sounded normal. “I promised Belle I’d help out inside but I hope to see you both around tonight.” Liar, liar. “Me too. Thanks again for the drink,” Dominique said cheerfully while Lizzy just gave Athena a strange look. Athena wasn’t sure what Quinn’s expression was because she’d decided to do the mature thing—and studiously ignore him.

O happy age, which our first parents called the age of gold! Not because of gold, so much adored in this iron age, was then easily purchased, but because those two fatal words mine and thine, were distinctions unknown to the people of those fortunate times; for all things were in common in that holy age: men, for their sustenance, needed only lift their hands and take it from the sturdy oak, whose spreading arms liberally invited them to gather the wholesome savoury fruit; while the clear springs, and silver rivulets, with luxuriant plenty, ordered them their pure refreshing water. In hollow trees, and in the clefts of rocks, the laboring and industrious bees erected their little commonwealths, that men might reap with pleasure and with ease the the sweet and fertile harvest of their toils. The tough and strenuous cork-trees did of themselves, and without other art than their native liberality, dismiss and impart their broad light bark, which served to cover these lowly huts, propped up with rough-hewn stakes, that were first built as a shelter against the inclemencies of air. All then was union, all peace, all love and friendship in the world; as yet no rude plough-share with violence to pry into the pious bowels of our mother earth, for she, without compulsion, kindly yielded from every part of her fruitful and spacious bosom, whatever might at once satisfy, sustain, and indulge her frugal children. Then was the when innocent, beautiful young sheperdesses went tripping over the hills and vales; their lovely hairs sometimes plaited, sometimes loose and flowing, clad in no other vestment but what was necessary to cover decently what modesty would always have concealed. The Tyrian dye and the rich glossy hue of silk, martyred and dissembled into every color, which are now esteemed so fine and magnificent, were unknown to the innocent plainness of that age; arrayed in the most magnificent garbs, and all the most sumptous adornings which idleness and luxury have taught succeeding pride: lovers then expressed the passion of their souls in the unaffected language of the heart, with the native plainness and sincerity in which they were conceived, and divested of all that artificial contexture, which enervates what it labours to enforce: imposture, deceit and malice had not yet crept in and imposed themselves unbribed upon mankind in the disguise of truth and simplicity: justice, unbiased either by favour or interest, which now so fatally pervert it, was equally and impartially dispensed; nor was the judge's fancy law, for then there were neither judges nor causes to be judged: the modest maid might walk wherever she pleased alone, free from the attacks of lewd, lascivious importuners. But, in this degenerate age, fraud and a legion of ills infecting the world, no virtue can be safe, no honour be secure; while wanton desires, diffused into the hearts of men, corrupt the strictest watches, and the closest retreats; which, though as intricate and unknown as the labyrinth of Crete, are no security for chastity. Thus that primitive innocence being vanished, the opression daily prevailing, there was a necessity to oppose the torrent of violence: for which reason the order of knight-hood-errant was instituted to defend the honour of virgins, protect widows, relieve orphans, and assist all the distressed in general. Now I myself am one of this order, honest friends; and though all people are obliged by the law of nature to be kind to persons of my order; yet, since you, without knowing anything of this obligation, have so generously entertained me, I ought to pay you my utmost acknowledgment; and, accordingly, return you my most hearty thanks for the same.

joke around—nothing serious—as I work to get my leg back to where it was. Two weeks later, I’m in an ankle-to-hip leg brace and hobbling around on crutches. The brace can’t come off for another six weeks, so my parents lend me their townhouse in New York City and Lucien hires me an assistant to help me out around the house. Some guy named Trevor. He’s okay, but I don’t give him much to do. I want to regain my independence as fast as I can and get back out there for Planet X. Yuri, my editor, is griping that he needs me back and I’m more than happy to oblige. But I still need to recuperate, and I’m bored as hell cooped up in the townhouse. Some buddies of mine from PX stop by and we head out to a brunch place on Amsterdam Street my assistant sometimes orders from. Deacon, Logan, Polly, Jonesy and I take a table in Annabelle’s Bistro, and settle in for a good two hours, running our waitress ragged. She’s a cute little brunette doing her best to stay cheerful for us while we give her a hard time with endless coffee refills, loud laughter, swearing, and general obnoxiousness. Her nametag says Charlotte, and Deacon calls her “Sweet Charlotte” and ogles and teases her, sometimes inappropriately. She has pretty eyes, I muse, but otherwise pay her no mind. I have my leg up on a chair in the corner, leaning back, as if I haven’t a care in the world. And I don’t. I’m going to make a full recovery and pick up my life right where I left off. Finally, a manager with a severe hairdo and too much makeup, politely, yet pointedly, inquires if there’s anything else we need, and we take the hint. We gather our shit and Deacon picks up the tab. We file out, through the maze of tables, and I’m last, hobbling slowly on crutches. I’m halfway out when I realize I left my Yankees baseball cap on the table. I return to get it and find the waitress staring at the check with tears in her eyes. She snaps the black leather book shut when she sees me and hurriedly turns away. “Forget something?” she asks with false cheer and a shaky smile. “My hat,” I say. She’s short and I’m tall. I tower over her. “Did Deacon leave a shitty tip? He does that.” “Oh no, no, I mean…it’s fine,” she says, turning away to wipe her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I just…um, kind of a rough month. You know how it is.” She glances me up and down in my expensive jeans and designer shirt. “Or maybe you don’t.” The waitress realizes what she said, and another round of apologies bursts out of her as she begins stacking our dirty dishes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Really. I have this bad habit…blurting. I don’t know why I said that. Anyway, um…” I laugh, and fish into my back pocket for my wallet. “Don’t worry about it. And take this. For your trouble.” I offer her forty dollars and her eyes widen. Up close, her eyes are even prettier—large and luminous, but sad too. A blush turns her skin scarlet “Oh, no, I couldn’t. No, please. It’s fine, really.” She bustles even faster now, not looking at me. I shrug and drop the twenties on the table. “I hope your month improves.” She stops and stares at the money, at war with herself. “Okay. Thank you,” she says finally, her voice cracking. She takes the money and stuffs it into her apron. I feel sorta bad, poor girl. “Have a nice day, Charlotte,” I say, and start to hobble away. She calls after me, “I hope your leg gets better soon.” That was big of her, considering what ginormous bastards we’d been to her all morning. Or maybe she’s just doing her job. I wave a hand to her without looking back, and leave Annabelle’s. Time heals me. I go back to work. To Planet X. To the world and all its thrills and beauty. I don’t go back to my parents’ townhouse; hell I’m hardly in NYC anymore. I don’t go back to Annabelle’s and I never see—or think about—that cute waitress with the sad eyes ever again. “Fucking hell,” I whisper as the machine reads the last line of

Gillian looked affronted. “Why, do not thank me. We are sisters and friends.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And if you need me to quite accidentally drop my white soup on him, then I am happy to oblige.” A laugh spilled past Genevieve’s lips and the servant stuck his head inside the carriage. With a cheerful thanks, her younger sister accepted the young man’s assistance.

As we approached our fifth small hill and were well into the Powerline Road, fatigue started to take hold. Just below the crest, my legs turned heavy, and I was losing ground. In the moment before I was going to concede, I felt something on the small of my back. My Italian friend has timed his reach perfectly and was guiding me to the top. It turns out that those 10 seconds of help were all I needed to finish with the pack. As we gathered, post-ride, and mingled around the cars, I thanked my ride saver for the assistance. After denying he had any role a few times, he smiled and said, "Sometimes, a helping hand is all we need to improve.

Definitely, my double eyelids surgery went well for me on this Tuesday’s night! Thank goodness! I felt a bit painful, felt sick, a lot dizzy, so tired, so sleepy, relieved, peaceful from my double eyelids surgery! My double eyelids surgery’s surgeon doctor, surgeon’s doctor’s assistant, nurse were so amazing to take care of me even though I was feeling sick from last night’s double eyelids surgery! It’s great that I did my double eyelids surgery on yesterday to finish it up! My double eyelids surgery went well for me on this Tuesday night!

The Recipient will take whatever time they need to return to full consciousness at the conclusion of the tuning process and then wash their hands in cold running water as well as drink a glass of cold water to settle themselves and sever the connection to the Reiki Master doing the remote tunings. How to Perform the Reiki Distant Attunements Step 1: Agree the day, date and time of the attunement ceremony with the receiver. Step 2: Decide on the connection method. Print a picture of the receiver's home or location from Google Maps if needed. Step 3: Decide how you will use the Direct Intention and Surrogate method during the attunement ceremony. We think a printed image / video of the receiver is really helpful, so ask the receiver to send you a picture of yourself to use during the tuning. (Please note: although it is not essential to use a receiver photo during the distant tuning ceremony). Step 4: Be ready with the reiki chant or heartbeat music playing in the background, at least 5 minutes before the agreed time. Taking a few minutes to interact with the energies of the reiki and pull in the energy / images in which you will work during the remote tuning ceremony. Step 5: Intone a short prayer, quietly. (Example: "I call upon Reiki, the Universal Life Force, all past, present and future Reiki Masters (remember Reiki is not bound by time or space) in particular Dr. Usui, Dr. Hayashi and Mrs. Takata to close and participate in this sacred distant tuning ceremony for (insert name of students). I ask that Reiki's power and wisdom establish this connection now and guide and assist me by allowing our energies to connect across time and space so that I can pass on Reiki's gift through the tuning of (insert the name of the students) to Usui Reiki Level 1, 2 and 3. I propose that this ritual be an uplifting and encouraging event for (insert the name of the students) so that (insert the name of the students) the optimistic and strong Reiki Master / Teacher can go forward from this point on. Phase 6: Now, when you look down, imagine / visualize the surrogate / proxy being linked and transferred through time and space, so you're in the room with your student / recipient. Based on the amount of tuning you are doing, envision or picture yourself now in front of the receiver and go through the entire process in your imagination or through the surrogate / proxy physical actions using the strategies outlined in Lesson 8, 9, 10 or 11. You should ask the power and wisdom of reiki to sever the connection between you and the student / recipient at the end of the tuning ceremony and ask reiki to return you to your present location. Conclude the ritual with a brief thank you prayer, then then wash your hands in cold running water and drink a glass of cold water to stabilize yourself and sever the bond between yourself and the recipient / student entirely.

Bran tells me that you wish to find the nexus not for science, but so you may put your faerie lover back on his throne. It is the height of stupidity to involve yourself in their politics. You will thank me one day." I stared at her in dumbfounded agitation. This was not how it was supposed to go. I had imagined Eichorn and de Grey full of gratitude for our assistance and eager to help in our search for the nexus. Not condescending, dismissive, and--- well, bloody rude. To my surprise, it was Rose who came to my defense. "Our reasons for seeking the nexus are beside the point. A promise was made, and we have the means to see it is kept." "Do you?" De Grey cast a cool look in Wendell's direction where he lay by the fire, little more than a lumpy collection of blankets and a tuft of gold hair. "This faerie king, as Bran has termed him, does not seem to be made of strong stuff." "He pulled you both out of Faerie, you ingrate," I snapped. "Not to mention out of time. If you do not help us, I will see to it that he throws you into a realm far more unpleasant than the one you have left behind, with a populace decidedly less well mannered than the fauns." A little silence followed this.

For some time in my life, I wondered if I’d ever know what it was like to be loved without reservation and to give that love in return. Now, I get to have both experiences because of you. Thank you, my love, for being my person. Thank you for loving me and the unique family we’ve created together. Marrying another creative person and finding ways to support our individual pursuits brings such richness to my life and creative experience. Thank you for listening to me read out phrases over and over again, assisting and correcting me on my Italian translations, and making me the best egg sandwiches a girl could ask for. We make a great team, and I look forward to celebrating all our successes and comforting each other through all our inevitable sorrows as we go through life together.

A good guideline for a safe distance (wherever possible) is two-arm’s length reach from a stranger. That distance allows you to hear what a person is saying, as well as provides you a reactionary gap should you need to effectively respond. Distance equals time and time equals safety, and that could be the difference between being safe or being the target of an attack. Verbal Boundaries Say what you mean in order to enforce your boundaries, such as “Leave now!” not “Can you please just go away?” or “Just leave me alone.” Make your point clearly and concisely. The more words you use, the more likely that your message will get lost. Avoid “please” and “thank you” in situations where you’re establishing and enforcing your boundaries. It’s okay to be polite as a tactical choice of words, but don’t qualify or give reason for your statement. Remember, it’s not what you say but how you say it, and being rude or angry when you’re dealing with a threatening situation can quickly make it worse. Know what you want, state it clearly and directly, and stick to it. Know Your Triggers Triggers are products of some past event. A trigger could be a smell, a sound, or a physical object. Triggers can affect you physically and mentally. The key is to remember that the situation that contains the trigger is not happening now; it already occurred in the past, and you need to remain focused on the present. Your safety depends on it. You don’t want a trigger to overtake your ability to stay focused in a potentially dangerous encounter with a stranger. Take three deep breaths. Breathing deeply and fully signals your parasympathetic system to respond by generating a sense of relaxation. If you have to say something more than twice, they’re not listening. Repeat yourself and stand your ground, but understand you may need to change the way you’re saying it. Be firmer and/or louder. Always remember that if you can leave a situation safely, leave. Don’t defer the “no”! By putting off something to another time, instead of definitively saying “no,” you’ll just have to deal with it another day. You need to be okay with saying “no” today. Repeat if necessary. Don’t apologize too much. (Women are especially bad about this.) Interrupt the person. You don’t need to be polite if they aren’t listening to you. Plus, interrupting them will serve to distract and redirect their energy. Imagine that you’re leaving the store late at night with an armful of groceries. A man approaches you and asks to assist you with putting your groceries in the vehicle. The way you use your voice can determine whether or not he accepts your reply.

Goldsworthy. It’s Marguerite. Not Margaret. Marguerite!’ I nodded. ‘Marguerite.’ She gave me a suspicious look as if she thought I might be poking fun at her, which I absolutely wasn’t. ‘My ex used to call me Margaret when he wanted to annoy me but thankfully, I kicked him into the long grass a decade ago.’ I swallowed, not quite sure what to reply to this. I hadn’t made the greatest of impressions since I’d started working there, although it definitely wasn’t for want of trying on my part. I knew all too well that Marguerite Goldsworthy was doing a favour for a relative in hiring me as an assistant. (Maya, who was married to Marguerite’s brother, was our lovely

To her surprise, Linc was waiting around the first curve on the road, listening to the radio. She could see his hand tapping a beat on the back of the other seat. Kenzie slowed her car to a stop when their windows lined up. He rolled his down. “Hey. How’d it go?” “No big deal. I handed the papers to his temp assistant. What the hell are you doing here?” Linc studied her face. “I wanted to see if the beacon I put on your car was working.” She should have known. “Is that necessary?” “The readout is on this.” He tapped the face of his watch. “I can’t see. And I don’t believe you.” Kenzie put her car into park, got out, and walked around. He turned his wrist to show her. “Check it out. Your dot merged into my dot.” “Isn’t that sweet.” He grinned. “It’s not a problem to remove the beacon if you don’t like it.” “No. It’s all right. You’re the only person who knows where I am most of the time now.” That didn’t seem to have occurred to him. “Really?” She nodded. “So where are you off to?” Kenzie shot him a mocking look. “You don’t have to ask, do you?” Linc laughed. “The beacon can’t read your mind.” She rolled her eyes. “Thank God for that. If you want to know, I was heading to the drugstore to print out some of the photos for Mrs. Corelli. Where are you going?” “Just running errands,” he said. “Need anything from the electronics store?” “I don’t think so.” “Okay. I’m just picking up a couple of components.” Kenzie gave a little yelp. “Yikes--that reminds me. Yesterday my boss asked me to pick something up for him out in the boondocks. I forgot until you said that. So if my dot falls off your watch, you’ll know why.” He smiled at her warmly as he bent his arm and rested it on the bottom of the window frame. The bicep under the flannel rounded up very nicely as he lifted a hand and chucked her gently under the chin. “Funny.” The friendly touch was unexpectedly intimate. In fact, it triggered a dangerous sensation of giving in. She smiled at him, feeling weak. His brown eyes were dark and warm. She felt herself blush under his steady gaze. Linc was the real deal. Maybe she didn’t have to be so tough all the time. It was okay to be protected. More than okay. Back when she’d had Tex at her side, she’d actually liked the feeling. Like all military working dogs, he’d been trained to maintain an invisible six-foot circle around her, and woe to anyone who crossed into it without her permission. Including guys she was dating. “Kenzie?” She snapped out of it. “Sorry. You knocked on my stupid spot.” “I’ll have to remember that.” She shook her head in mock dismay. “Please don’t. Let’s touch base around four or five o’clock.” He nodded and turned the key in the ignition. “Works for me.” His gaze stayed on her a moment longer. “Call me if you need anything.” “I will. Thanks.” She glanced back at the gray monolith a little distance behind them and her mouth tightened. But when her green gaze met Linc’s brown eyes, she managed a quick smile. He raised his left hand in a quick good-bye wave and eased his car ahead of hers, rolling up the window again. She watched him go, then got back into hers and drove on, turning off on the road to the firing range.

You look healthy,” Dev said. “If I did not know you were sporting the remains of a bullet wound, I would think you in the pink.” “Thank you.” Anna smiled. “I slept well last night.” For the first time in weeks, she truly had. “Well”—Val sat down and reached for the iced lemonade pitcher—“I did not sleep well. We need another thunderstorm.” “I wonder.” Anna’s eyes met Val’s. “Does Morgan still dread the thunderstorms?” “She does,” he replied, sitting back. “She figured out that the day your parents died, when she was trapped in the buggy accident, it stormed the entire afternoon. Her associations are still quite troubling, but her ears don’t physically hurt.” Dev and Anna exchanged a look of surprise, but Val was tucking into his steak. Dev turned his attention back to his plate. “Anna, are you ready to remove to the ducal mansion?” “As ready as I’ll be,” Anna replied, her steak suddenly losing its appeal. “Would you like me to cut that for you?” Dev asked, nodding at the meat on her plate. “I’ve pulled a shoulder now and then or landed funny from a frisky horse, and I know the oddest things can be uncomfortable.” “I just haven’t entirely regained my appetite,” Anna lied, eyeing the steak dubiously. “And I find I am tired, so perhaps you gentleman will excuse me while I catch a nap before we go?” She was gone before they were on their feet, leaving Dev and Val both frowning. “We offered to assist him in any way,” Dev said, picking up his glass. “I think this goes beyond even fraternal devotion.” “He’s doing what he thinks is right,” Val responded. “I have had quite enough of my front-row seat, Dev. Tragedy has never been my cup of tea.” “Nor farce mine.

The prayer for daily bread reminds me that I am dependent on God for even the most mundane needs of my life. Only he has the power to control all the conditions, situations, locations, events, and people that need to be controlled in order for me to have the things that I need to have in order to live my life. Independency is a delusion. Even the most ardent atheist is dependent on God for his life and breath. No one is able to get what he needs for his physical existence on his own. No one lives a self-sufficient life. No one can say, “Look how successfully I have been able to care for me without any outside assistance.” No one! It really is true that “Every good and every perfect gift is from above” (James 1:17). So look up and give thanks. There really is a great and loving Supplier.

Lower River, low-class peasants. Fain is still smiling wide at me, smug as a contented cat. There’s an anticipatory gleam in his eye, and I realize that he’s waiting for my thanks. “I’m leaving,” I tell him succinctly. “Thank you for your assistance, but I need to find my family.” I pin Fain with a polite but level stare, my heart pounding out my hurt. “And I wouldn’t want to sully your tent further with my rustic, peasant ways.

produced my most resonant tone: “Boarrrrr’s Head Turkey.” “OK, do it again.” A little more gusto this time. “Booooarrrrrrr’s Head Turkey!” “Again.” Maybe I wasn’t accentuating the right syllable. “Booooar’s Head TUR-key!” “Again.” “BoaRRRRR’s Head Tur-KEY.” “Again.” “BOOOOOARS Head Turrrrr-key.” “Again.” “Boarrr’s HEAD Tur-KEYYYY.” “Again.” I was stuck in a sadistic loop with this fucker. He knew I’d never get the part, but he was making me repeat this damn line over and over. I couldn’t think of any new ways to say it! I was barely intelligible at this point. It was like that scene at the end of The Miracle Worker when Anne Bancroft gets Patty Duke to say “water” but it sounds like “wwwaaaaaauuhh-waaaahhhhwuh.” I refused to be the first to quit. “BWOOORRRS HEHD TUH-TUH.” “Again.” “TURRRRRRRR GA-BWAW BWAH.” “Again.” “BUHHHH HUH TURRRR TURRRR.” “Again.” A knock at the door. His assistant, asking if he was ready for the next auditioner. “Yes, send him in. Thank you Mister . . . Kelly.” “You are . . . welcome.” I waited years for that commercial to make

seen many happy times as well as those filled with problems. Through thick and thin, Sheridon has always been with me and has been of great assistance in whatever I do. May God bless him and his family. I would like to thank Sudeshna Shome Ghosh of Rupa Publications, who was with me from conception, design to the shaping of the book. She has been following up continuously, with perseverance, in bringing it out. I greet her

We have heard the stories: Duke Ellington would say, “I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.” 5 Tennessee Williams felt that “apparent failure” motivated him. He said it “sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.” Many have heard that Thomas Edison told his assistant, incredulous at the inventor’s perseverance through jillions of aborted attempts to create an incandescent light bulb, “I have not failed, I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” 6 “Only one look is enough. Hardly one copy would sell here. Hardly one. Hardly one. Many thanks . . .” read part of the rejection letter that Gertrude Stein received from a publisher in 1912.7 Sorting through dross, artists, entrepreneurs, and innovators have learned to transform askew strivings. The telegraph, the device that underlies the communications revolution, was invented by a painter, Samuel F. B. Morse, who turned the stretcher bars from what he felt was a failed picture into the first telegraph device. The 1930s RKO screen-test response “Can’t sing. Can’t act. Balding. Can dance a little” was in reference to Fred Astaire. We hear more stories from commencement speakers—from J. K. Rowling to Steve Jobs to Oprah Winfrey—who move past bromides to tell the audience of the uncommon means through which they came to live to the heights of their capacity. Yet the anecdotes of advantages gleaned from moments of potential failure are often considered cliché or insights applicable to some, not lived out by all.

She spun and faced me, one hand on her wounded posterior. Her eyes were wide, her nostrils flared with shock and anger. In my peripheral vision, I saw her weight shift to her back leg, and thought she was going to try for a ball shot with her forward foot. Instead, she stepped back. Her arms slipped to her sides and she drew up her shoulders and chin, the picture of suppressed regal rage. She looked at me. “Mo owari, okyakusama?” she asked, as contemptuously as she could. Are we finished, honorable customer? “Was that against the rules?” I asked, smiling into her eyes. She pulled up the dress and slipped her arms through the straps. Her face was still red with anger, and I couldn’t help admiring her composure in controlling it. She managed the zipper without assistance, then said, “That was three songs, so thirty thousand yen. And you should tip the doorman ten percent. Ken?” Ken must have been the Nigerian, because a second later the semicircular sofa was pulled aside and there he was. I took out my billfold and paid each of them. “Thank you,” I said to Naomi. I beamed like a well-satisfied customer. “That was… special.” She smiled back in a way that made me glad she didn’t have a weapon. “Kochira koso,” she replied. The pleasure was mine. She escorted me back to my seat.

Agent Chen, thanks for your assistance earlier. Any follow up questions regarding that last issue we discussed, feel free to take them up with me at your convenience. Agent Randall. She

My grandson, Rizq, is of age, which is celebrated in Muslim tradition by his circumcision. The day of his surgery I will be throwing him a Rite of Passage celebration party. I wish for you to provide him with some male sensual and sexual education. "Would you be willing to take on this task of being his mentors? I have asked Gaston and Jacques to educate him in heterosexual lovemaking." Andy looked at me for a response. I nodded so he replied, "We will assist this young man to the best of our ability. Thank you for trusting in us to take on this mentorship role. We are most grateful and honored." "Well, that is wonderful. I’d like Rizq to have a few sexual experiences before his circumcision, and then again after he has healed from his surgery. That way he will better understand the different sensations, before and after circumcision,” he replied.

1974 Bangkok   On my way from London to Kuala Lumpur that summer, I stopped in Bangkok for a few days, since I had never been to Krung Thep Maha Nakhon (Bangkok in Thai). I thought it an excellent idea to visit this vibrant city, known to some as the ‘Sin City of the East’ due to its liberal stance in sexual issues.               As soon as I’d stepped out of the airport to flag a taxi to the legendary Oriental Bangkok Hotel, I was confronted by hordes of haggling Thai men jostling for my business, bargaining with me in broken English to deliver me to my luxury lodging for the best price. But just then, a suave-looking foreigner in his thirties stepped in to dissipate their heated transactions. He wasted no time to disperse all the drivers except one. The gentleman had bargained in Thai for the best price on my behalf. He spoke in German-accented English, “I’m Max. The cab driver will take us to our hotel?”               “Oh, you are also staying at the Oriental?” I chirped.               “Hop into the cab so we can get out of this madding crowd,” he expressed vehemently, opening the car door to let me in.               As soon as we were comfortably situated at the back seat, he asked, “What brings you to Thonburi, Mr.…?” He trailed off.               “I’m Young. Thank you for your assistance! It’s my first time to Bangkok. I wasn’t expecting such a rowdy welcome. If it weren’t for you, I may have landed in a Thai hospital,” I joked. “Where’s Thonburi?”               He sniggered mischievously. “Thonburi, the city of treasures gracing the ocean, is Bangkok’s official name, although some refer to it more appropriately as Meụ̄xng k̄hxng khwām s̄uk̄h kām, the city of erotic pleasures,” he quipped.               Overhearing the words Meụ̄xng k̄hxng khwām s̄uk̄h kām, the cab driver commented, “You want boy, girl or boy-girl or girl-boy? I take you to happy place!”               Max burst out in laughter. He proceeded to have a conversation in Thai with the driver. I sat, silent, since I had no idea what was being said, until my acquaintance asked, “What brings you to Bangkok?”               “I’m on vacation. What brings you to Thonburi?” I queried.               “I’m here on business, and usually stay a while for leisure,” was his response. “Since we are staying in the same hotel, we’ll see more of each other. I’m happy to show you the city,” he added.               “That’ll be wonderful. I’ll take up your offer,” I said appreciatively, glad I’d met someone to show me around.               By the time our cab pulled up at the Oriental’s entrance, we had agreed to meet for dinner the following evening.

I cannot allow you to burn the candle at both ends, Emmaline,” St. Just scolded. “Either we find you some assistance in the kitchen, or we get you some more rest. You look exhausted, and Douglas agrees, so it’s a bona fide fact. I’m going to take Winnie out with me tomorrow morning, and you’re going to sleep in.” “Sleep in,” Emmie said, the way some women might have said “a dozen new bonnets” or “chocolate” or “twenty thousand a year.” “It isn’t a baking day tomorrow,” the earl went on. “Winnie has acquainted me with every detail of her schedule, and baking isn’t on for tomorrow. So you will rest?” “I will sleep in,” Emmie said as they reached her room and pushed her door open. He preceded her into the darkened chamber and lit several candles while she watched. “You will go directly to bed,” he admonished. “No languishing in the arms of Mr. Darcy or whatever it is you read to soothe you into slumber.” She listened to him lecturing as she drifted around the room in slow, random motion. “Emmie?” He set the candles down and frowned at her. “What is amiss?” “Nothing.” But her voice quavered just the least little bit as she sat on her bed. “I’m just tired. My thanks for a pleasant evening.” He went to the bed and paused, frowning down at her mightily. He let out a gusty exhalation, then drew her to feet and wrapped his arms around her. “We will both be relieved when your damned menses have arrived.” For an instant, she was stiff and resisting against him, but then she drew in a shuddery breath, nodded silently, and laid her cheek on his chest. He held her, stroking her hair with one hand, keeping her anchored to him with the other, and the warmth and solid strength of him left her feeling more tired but in some fashion relieved, as well. Winnie would thrive in his care. Thrive in ways Emmie could never have afforded. “There is no crime, Emmie, in seeking a little comfort betimes. Being grown up doesn’t mean we can’t need the occasional embrace or hand to hold.” She nodded again and let her arms steal around his waist. Slowly, she gave in to what he offered, letting him support more and more of her weight. His hand drifted from her hair to her back, and when he swept his palm over her shoulder blades in a slow, circular caress, she sighed and rubbed her cheek against him. She could have stood there all night, so peaceful and right did it feel to be in his arms. His scent was enveloping her, his body warming hers. “Thank you,” she said, mustering a smile when he stepped back. “And good night, good knight.” He must have comprehended her play on words, because he returned her smile, kissed her forehead and her cheek, and withdrew. She

helping me. It’s a full-time job, and I am grateful for your concern for my reader friends. Of course, thanks to my daughter and sons, who pull together—bringing me iced green tea and understanding my sometimes crazy schedule. I love that you know you’re still first, before any deadline. Thank you to my mom, Anne Kingsbury, and to my sisters, Tricia and Sue. Mom, you are amazing as my assistant—working day and night sorting through the mail from my readers. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know. Traveling together these past years for Extraordinary Women and Women of Joy events has given us times that we will always treasure. Now we will be at Women

In a straight up movie montage scene, ten things happened around me at once: someone pulled the broom from my hand, another person ripped the shirt off my head, a measuring tape appeared around my boobs, and two women crouched down in front of my legs. HEYO. “Nice tits,” one assistant said as she finished measuring my chest. “Uhh, thanks,” I replied as she ran in the opposite direction, having acquired the measurement she needed. “Is this your natural color?” a hairstylist asked as she ripped the hat and ponytail from my head.

Prayer for All Things Necessary for Salvation O MY God! I believe in Thee; do Thou strengthen my faith. All my hopes are in Thee; do Thou secure them. I love Thee with my whole heart; teach me to love Thee more and more. I am sorry that I have offended Thee; do Thou increase my sorrow. I adore Thee as my first beginning; I aspire after Thee as my last end. I give Thee thanks as my constant benefactor; I call upon Thee as my sovereign protector. Vouchsafe, O my God, to conduct me by Thy wisdom, to restrain me by Thy justice, to comfort me by Thy mercy, to defend me by Thy power. To Thee I desire to consecrate all my thoughts, my actions, and my sufferings, that I henceforward may think only of Thee, speak only of Thee, and ever refer all my actions to Thy greater glory, and suffer willingly whatever Thou shalt appoint. O Lord, I desire that in all things Thy will be done, because it is Thy will, and in the manner that Thou willest. I beg of Thee to enlighten my understanding, to inflame my will, to purify my body, and to sanctify my soul. Give me strength, O my God, to expiate my offenses, to overcome my temptations, to subdue my passions, to acquire the virtues proper for my state. Fill my heart with tender affection for Thy goodness, a hatred of my faults, a love for my neighbor, and a contempt for the world. Let me always be submissive to my superiors, condescending to my inferiors, faithful to my friends, and charitable to my enemies. Assist me to overcome sensuality by mortification, avarice by almsdeeds, anger by meekness, and tepidity by zeal. O my God, make me prudent in my undertakings, courageous in dangers, patient in affliction, and humble in prosperity. Grant that I may be ever attentive at my prayers, temperate at my meals, diligent in my employments, and constant in my resolutions. Let my conscience be ever upright and pure, my exterior modest, my conversation edifying, my comportment regular. Assist me, that I may continually labor to overcome nature, correspond with Thy grace, keep Thy commandments, and work out my salvation. Discover to me, O my God, the nothingness of this world, the greatness of heaven, the shortness of time, the length of eternity. Grant that I may be prepared for death, fear Thy judgments, escape hell, and, in the end, obtain heaven. All that I have asked for myself I confidently ask for others; for my family, my relations, my benefactors, my friends, and also for my enemies. I ask it for the whole Church, for all the orders of which it is composed; more especially for our Holy Father, the Pope; for our bishop, for our pastors, and for all who are in authority; also for all those for whom Thou desirest that I should pray. Give them, O Lord, all that Thou knowest to be conducive to Thy glory and necessary for their salvation. Strengthen the just in virtue, convert sinners, enlighten infidels, heretics, and schismatics; console the afflicted, give to the faithful departed rest and eternal life; that together we may praise, love, and bless Thee for all eternity. Amen.

SEPTEMBER 11 Fueling Relief When we finally got the clearance to drive through the checkpoints, two weeks after the World Trade Center attacks, the street was lined with New Yorkers—New Yorkers!—waving banners with simple messages. “We love you. You’re our heroes. God bless you. Thank you.” The workers were running on that support as their vehicles ran on fuel. They had so little good news in a day. They faced a mountainously depressing task of removing tons and tons of twisted steel, compacted dirt, smashed equipment, broken glass. But every time they drove past the barricades, they faced a line of fans cheering them on, like the tunnel of cheerleaders that football players run through, reminding them that an entire nation appreciated their service. In a Salvation Army van with lights flashing, we attracted some of the loudest cheers of all. Moises Serrano, the Salvation Army officer leading us, was Incident Director for the city. He had been on the job barely a month when the planes hit. He worked thirty-six straight hours and slept four, forty hours and slept six, forty more hours and slept six. Then he took a day off. His assistant had an emotional breakdown early on, in the same van I was riding in, and may never recover. Many of the Salvationists I met hailed from Florida, the hurricane crews who keep fully stocked canteens and trucks full of basic supplies. When the Manhattan buildings fell, they mobilized all those trucks and drove them to New York. The crew director told me, “To tell you the truth, I came up here expecting to deal with Yankees, if you know what I mean. Instead, it’s all smiles and thank yous.” I came to appreciate the cheerful toughness of the Salvation Army. These soldiers worked in the morgue and served on the front lines. Over the years, though, they had developed an inner strength based on discipline, on community, and above all on a clear vision of whom they were serving. The Salvation Army may have a hierarchy of command, but every soldier knows he or she is performing for an audience of One. As one told me, Salvationists serve in order to earn the ultimate accolade from God himself: “Well done, thy good and faithful servant.” Finding God in Unexpected Places

We can always pass some time visiting my herd of sheep.” “I think I’ve seen all the animals I care to see today, thank you very much, and even though the thought of avoiding whatever unpleasantness is transpiring between Abigail and Iris is tempting, I really won’t be comfortable leaving Abigail for long, even with Archibald and Mr. Kenton to keep an eye on her.” “That’s very thoughtful of you,” Bram said, sending Lucetta a charming smile that had her knees going a little wobbly. Shoving aside the idea that he was far too attractive when he smiled, and ignoring the curious condition of her knees, Lucetta fell into step beside him and began chatting about the weather, of all things. As they walked into a stand of trees, the temperature dropped, easing some of the heat that still remained on Lucetta’s neck, heat that immediately returned when Bram drew her to a stop and smiled at her again. “If you’ll turn around, I’ll help you with those buttons,” he said. His suggestion had the heat traveling up her neck and settling on her face, a reaction that took her by complete surprise. Being an actress, she’d become used to having many people button her up over the years, male and female, but their assistance had never bothered her before. Out of necessity, she’d rarely given much thought to modesty over the past few years, but now, surrounded only by trees and a gentleman who had one of the nicest smiles she’d ever seen, thoughts of modesty were pushing their way to the forefront of her mind. “Tell me about your sheep,” she said as she stood rooted to the spot, unable to turn around, and unwilling to take him up on his offer to help with her buttons just yet. She was thankful when Bram didn’t press her to turn. “It’s a diverse herd, made up of a wide variety of once abused and neglected sheep, all of them having a mistrust of humans.” He shook his head. “They’re becoming fairly well adjusted now, and I have high hopes that the longer they’re here, the more they’ll realize they’re finally safe and will settle into happy lives, chomping high grass on the castle grounds.” “Where did you get them?” Bram shrugged. “Here and there. It’s become known that I’m always willing to take in strays, so . . . people drop off all sorts of animals at Ravenwood, or people send me letters, letting me know of animals that might need my help. My staff and I spend a lot of time tracking down neglected animals, and once we find them, we bring them here to live out the rest of their lives.” Lucetta’s heart gave a lurch. “You’re a collector of misfits.” Bram smiled. “I like misfits, probably because I’ve always been a bit of a misfit as well.” He moved an inch closer to her. “Shall I button you up?” “I should probably do it myself.” His smile turned remarkably sweet. “I won’t look, in fact, I can close my eyes if it’ll make you feel better.” Drawing in a deep breath even as she realized she was being a complete ninny because there was no way she could reach the buttons on the back of her gown, she presented Bram with her back. A second later she nearly jumped out of her skin when his finger slid against the nape of her neck, pushing hair still wet from her bath out of the way before he began securing one button after another. “There, all done, and I didn’t peek—not once.” He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. Still

You’re welcome to stay at Ravenwood for as long as you need, and I’ll do whatever I can to assist you.” “Thank you, Bram. I certainly appreciate your offer, although I’m not sure anyone can assist me with Silas. He’s a very influential man, has unsavory contacts throughout the country, and doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. I’ve been at my wits’ end for years trying to figure out a way to get away from him once and for all, but I’ve yet to come up with a viable plan.” For a moment, Bram said absolutely nothing as he continued watching her with a considering look in his eyes. Then he took hold of her hand, giving it a good squeeze. “I believe one of the best solutions available to you, and one that will rid you of Silas Ruff once and for all, is this.” He sent her a charming smile as his hand tightened on hers. “You’re going to have to get married, and as circumstances would have it, I would be perfectly willing, and incredibly honored, of course, to offer you the safety of my name.

You should probably go now.” He lifted his head and saw Brie standing in the open patio doors, wearing the same clothes she had worn home from the hospital. “Brie,” he said, rising. “I’ve talked to the detectives several times. Jerome Powell, the rapist, was tracked as far as New Mexico, then the trail was lost,” she said, very businesslike. “I can tell you from experience, the odds are at least ninety-five percent he’s gone—pulled a territorial. I’m going to start counseling and group therapy right away—and I’ve decided not to go back to work for a while. Jack and Mel insist on staying the rest of the week, but you should go. Visit your family.” “Would you like to come and sit with me?” he asked. She shook her head. “I’ll talk to the D.A. every day, see if he turns up anything new. Of course I’m staying here. If I need any assistance in the police department, I have an ex-husband who’s feeling very guilty. And very helpful.” She took a breath. “I wanted to say goodbye. And to thank you for trying to help.” “Brie,” he said, taking a step toward her, his arms open. She held up a hand, and the look that came into her eyes stopped him where he was. She shook her head, kept her hand raised against him. “You understand,” she said, warning him not to get too close, not to touch her. “Of course,” he said. “Drive carefully,” she said, disappearing into the house.

You are overheated, my lady,” her new partner said severely. “It will be a pleasure to escort you outside for fresh air.” She opened her mouth to protest such forwardness, but then the man opened his mouth slightly so that she could glimpse his fangs. “Clayton cannot touch you here, no matter how much he may pretend otherwise.” Blinking in astonishment, she nodded and allowed him to lead her off the dance floor. Clayton glared at the vampire with such malice that she was reassured this was an ally. Her fear reduced, she followed him out the French doors. Once outside, the vampire frowned at her and shook his head. “Honestly, for a countess, you are shockingly inept at duplicity.” “And who are you?” she asked faintly. The vampire bowed. “I am Aldric Cadell, Viscount Thornton and Lord of Blackpool. I have come to assist with the war.” Cassandra curtsied. “Rafael and I are grateful for your assistance.” Rafe burst out the French doors, eyeing Blackpool suspiciously. “I would greatly appreciate it if you would inform me before absconding with my fiancée.” “I was not absconding with her,” Blackpool replied calmly. “I was rescuing her from Edmondson. Did you not notice his odious presence?” Rafe snarled. “I did. But I should have gotten her away from him. It is my duty to protect her.” “You couldn’t have left the dance without shaming yourself and her as well,” Blackpool retorted. “As your ally, it is my duty to provide aid when it is required.” Rafe rubbed his temples. “You are right. I apologize, and thank you for taking her away from our enemy.

How did you come to live in Amsterdam?” I ask her. “Did you study there?” She twists a strand of hair around her fingers, staring out over the rail and across the water. “No, I studied medicine in Algiers, then earned my doctoral degree in Italy. Then spent several years as a ship’s surgeon because I couldn’t find professional work on the continent.” She squints, counting the years backward in her head. “Then I was hired to assist at the Hortus Medicus—the botanical garden in Amsterdam that cultivates medicinal plants from around the world. They’re funded by the university, and most of the physicians do at least some of their training there. I started teaching as a substitute when the male professors were traveling or unwell, and eventually they gave me my own classes and let me do my own research.” “Do you speak Dutch?” I ask. She nods. “And Italian. And Arabic, and some of the Berber dialects, though not fluently.” “And you’re a doctor,” I say, trying to make it a statement rather than a question though the concept still seems outlandish, not because women don’t have the capacity for medical professions, but because I’ve simply never heard of any reaching such a recognized level of achievement. “A real doctor.” She gives me a half smile. “Improbable as it may seem, I am.” “Felicity Primrose Montague!” I exclaim. Monty throws back his head and laughs. Felicity rolls her eyes. “Oh good, now there are two of you.” “You’re incredible,” I say to her. She looks down at her hands, color rising in her cheeks. “That’s very kind, thank you.” “You are!” I say. “You’re a doctor! And a professor! At a university!” “It really is bloody impressive, Fel,” Monty adds. “And a pirate!” I say. “You’re like an adventure-novel heroine! I wish I could introduce you to my fiancée. She’d go mad over you.” “Is she interested in medicine or piracy?” Felicity asks. “Neither in particular,” I say. “But she’s very interested in women who cast off societal expectations and work for change despite the men who endeavor to stand in their way.

Dear God, Angels, and Guides, I request to attend the most evolved place I may move to with my consciousness, for the purpose of clarity about my mission, my purpose, and service. Let me learn and understand better what I need (to know, learn, and be) to achieve my fullest potential. Assist me in any upgrades that may be possible. Thank you, Amen.

I manage affairs as best I can, Jurgen. But they get in a fearful muddle sometimes. Eh, sirs, I have no competent assistants. I have to look out for everything, absolutely everything! And of course, while in a sort of way I am infallible, mistakes will occur every now and then in the actual working out of plans that in the abstract are right enough. So it really does please me to hear anybody putting in a kind word for things as they are, because, between ourselves, there is a deal of dissatisfaction about. And I was honestly delighted, just now, to hear you speaking up for evil in the face of that rapscallion monk. So I give you thanks and many thanks, Jurgen, for your kind word.

I’m getting my eyelids surgery done for 2nd session on next Tuesday at 6:30pm in Korea! My eyelids surgery will go well for me in the Raumps Plastic Surgery Hospital! My eyelids surgeon, my eyelids surgery nurses&my eyelids surgery surgeon’s assistant are so amazing to get my eyelids surgery done too! I’m so grateful, so thankful and so lucky to have them in my life as my loved ones too!

Dear friends, I was not able to online for the last days. Today is my last day in my marital life, and I am leaving the house where I have a terrible and painful experience since 1980. I do not know; I am free or have to face more pains and sorrows in my future life. Anyhow, I am very thankful my those friends who have assisted me in whatever shape. Now I have to move finally; I will be online later today from my new house. Let see how I feel there, the first time in my life after 34/35 years, alone in Europe.

There are many different Sponsor Programs available including several that give you a competition-free exclusive position. Sponsors are needed for each hour for the phone banks; for the Interview Area, where guests are interviewed by celebrity hosts; for table banners; and much more. There are even a few 1 and 2 minute Video Presentation Opportunities (company exposure) available. In all cases, representatives of your firm come on the show for you, your people, and your products. We will also assist you every step of the way with your employee fundraising event or other promotion, to raise the funds for your sponsorship. There really is no good reason not to participate. As a sponsor, you'll be showing your concern for the community, in connection with a situation that, at one time or another, will affect over 35% of all families! Arthritis is one of the most common, frustrating, debilitating diseases. It is understandably of great concern to a great many people. Also, the Arthritis Foundation has an excellent track record in terms of appropriate use of funds for research and education (rather than organizational overhead). We believe that real cures for arthritis are just around the corner; you can help get us there! With our Telethon on Channel 10, we will benefit from their superior production capability, involvement of their popular celebrities, and advance promotional opportunities. Our Telethon will be on for several hours immediately before and again immediately after an NBA Basketball Game, which we believe will increase our viewership. And, of course, we're mixing our live, local show with a “feed” from the National Telethon, featuring major Hollywood entertainers. Everything points to our highest, most responsive viewership ever! You'll be in good company, too, with local and national sponsors like: Thrifty, Sears, Allstate, Greyhound, Prudential, and Procter & Gamble. To summarize, you have an opportunity to … Help a good, worthy cause Gain valuable TV exposure and publicity Get all the benefits with little or no money out of your present budget — we'll work with your employees to raise the funds! Possibly have exclusive position, if you act quickly Have complete, step-by-step assistance from our staff Why not give me a call; let's arrange a meeting where I can personally explain the different “standard opportunities” available and then “brainstorm” with you about the best way for your business to participate. There's no obligation, of course, and certainly no pressure, but, together, we just may figure out the perfect situation for your business. Thank you for you consideration, Joel L. Beck Telethon Chairman for the Arthritis Foundation JLB/va _______ Letter reprinted with permission of Dan Kennedy (writer) and Joel Beck, former telethon chairman, Arizona.

Losing a secured cryptocurrency to a scam was one of the most devastating experiences of my life, but thanks to RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY, I was able to recover everything I lost. It all started when I fell victim to what seemed like a legitimate “free token giveaway.” The website looked incredibly professional, filled with fake endorsements, clean visuals, and a seamless user interface that made the process feel completely trustworthy. I connected my wallet and approved what appeared to be a standard transaction. Within seconds, I watched in disbelief as \$8,000 disappeared from my account. It was an immediate and painful realization I had been scammed. The panic that followed was overwhelming. I felt helpless, angry, and embarrassed. I began searching online for anyone who could help, and that’s when I came across RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY. I reached out without much expectation, assuming the chances of recovering stolen crypto were slim to none. To my surprise, they responded quickly and professionally. Their team immediately got to work and reassured me that they would do everything possible to assist. RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY launched a full-scale investigation, using blockchain forensics to trace the stolen assets. They followed the funds across wallets and exchanges, identifying the scammer’s activity and tracking the flow of transactions. Their attention to detail and knowledge of how crypto scams work was impressive. They were transparent throughout the process, kept me updated at every step, and never overpromised. Still, they delivered results beyond anything I hoped for. Their persistence paid off. Through their efforts, they were able to locate the stolen assets, coordinate with the proper channels, and freeze the scammer’s accounts. The most incredible part? I recovered 100% of my stolen funds. Every dollar that was taken from me was returned. I never thought that would be possible, but they made it happen. What stood out the most was not just their technical expertise, but their empathy and commitment to helping people who have been victimized. They treated my case with urgency and care, and I truly felt like they were fighting for me. If you’ve been the victim of a crypto scam, I can’t recommend RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY enough. They turned my worst financial moment into a story of complete recovery and renewed trust... Reach Out To Them Via: Email Info: rapiddigitalrecovery(@)execs. com WhatSapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85 Telegram Info: @Rapiddigitalrecovery1

CRYPTO SCAM RECOVERY - HIRE BACKDROP CYBER RECOVERY COMPANY Recovering from the impact of investment fraud can feel overwhelming, but with the right support and resources, it is indeed possible to regain financial stability. My personal experience with BackDrop Cyber Recovery, a specialized firm that guided me through the complexities of reclaiming my losses after falling victim to a sophisticated online scam, serves as a testament to this journey. In an instant, my life savings vanished, leaving me in a state of shock and despair.When I first reached out to BackDrop Cyber Recovery, I was met with a compassionate and knowledgeable team that quickly alleviated my worries. BackDrop Cyber Recovery took the time to listen to my story and understand the intricacies of my situation. They outlined a clear and detailed action plan, which provided me with a sense of direction during a time when I felt lost. BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s approach was methodical; they meticulously examined every aspect of my case, leveraging their extensive industry contacts and expertise to trace the movement of my stolen funds.Throughout the recovery process, the team at BackDrop Cyber Recovery kept me informed and involved at every stage. This transparency was crucial, as it empowered me to make informed decisions about my recovery journey. I appreciated BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s willingness to explain complex concepts in a way that was easy to understand, which helped me feel more in control of the situation. They were not just working for me; they were working with me, and that collaborative spirit made a significant difference.What I valued most was BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s unwavering dedication and determination. The team explored every possible avenue to recover my funds, demonstrating a level of commitment that was truly inspiring. There were moments of frustration and setbacks, but BackDrop Cyber Recovery never wavered in their resolve. Their persistence paid off, and eventually, a significant portion of my lost money was successfully recovered.The journey was long and filled with challenges, but having BackDrop Cyber Recovery by my side made all the difference. Thanks to BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s relentless efforts, I was able to rebuild my financial foundation and regain a sense of security and control over my life. While the emotional scars of investment fraud may linger, collaborating with BackDrop Cyber Recovery was instrumental in my ability to move forward and heal. Their support not only helped me recover financially but also restored my faith in the possibility of a brighter future. For anyone facing similar challenges, I highly recommend seeking the right assistance from BackDrop Cyber Recovery to navigate this difficult path.

CRYPTO SCAM RECOVERY - HIRE BACKDROP CYBER RECOVERY COMPANY Recovering from the impact of investment fraud can feel overwhelming, but with the right support and resources, it is indeed possible to regain financial stability. My personal experience with BackDrop Cyber Recovery, a specialized firm that guided me through the complexities of reclaiming my losses after falling victim to a sophisticated online scam, serves as a testament to this journey. In an instant, my life savings vanished, leaving me in a state of shock and despair. When I first reached out to BackDrop Cyber Recovery, I was met with a compassionate and knowledgeable team that quickly alleviated my worries. BackDrop Cyber Recovery took the time to listen to my story and understand the intricacies of my situation. They outlined a clear and detailed action plan, which provided me with a sense of direction during a time when I felt lost. BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s approach was methodical; they meticulously examined every aspect of my case, leveraging their extensive industry contacts and expertise to trace the movement of my stolen funds. Throughout the recovery process, the team at BackDrop Cyber Recovery kept me informed and involved at every stage. This transparency was crucial, as it empowered me to make informed decisions about my recovery journey. I appreciated BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s willingness to explain complex concepts in a way that was easy to understand, which helped me feel more in control of the situation. They were not just working for me; they were working with me, and that collaborative spirit made a significant difference. What I valued most was BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s unwavering dedication and determination. The team explored every possible avenue to recover my funds, demonstrating a level of commitment that was truly inspiring. There were moments of frustration and setbacks, but BackDrop Cyber Recovery never wavered in their resolve. Their persistence paid off, and eventually, a significant portion of my lost money was successfully recovered. The journey was long and filled with challenges, but having BackDrop Cyber Recovery by my side made all the difference. Thanks to BackDrop Cyber Recovery’s relentless efforts, I was able to rebuild my financial foundation and regain a sense of security and control over my life. While the emotional scars of investment fraud may linger, collaborating with BackDrop Cyber Recovery was instrumental in my ability to move forward and heal. Their support not only helped me recover financially but also restored my faith in the possibility of a brighter future. For anyone facing similar challenges, I highly recommend seeking the right assistance from BackDrop Cyber Recovery to navigate this difficult path. Email: backdrop.cyber.recovery@email.com

Losing a secured cryptocurrency to a scam was one of the most devastating experiences of my life, but thanks to SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL, I was able to recover everything I lost. It all started when I fell victim to what seemed like a legitimate “free token giveaway.” The website looked incredibly professional, filled with fake endorsements, clean visuals, and a seamless user interface that made the process feel completely trustworthy. I connected my wallet and approved what appeared to be a standard transaction. Within seconds, I watched in disbelief as $53,000 disappeared from my account. It was an immediate and painful realization I had been scammed.The panic that followed was overwhelming. I felt helpless, angry, and embarrassed. I began searching online for anyone who could help, and that’s when I came across SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL. I reached out without much expectation, assuming the chances of recovering stolen crypto were slim to none. To my surprise, they responded quickly and professionally. Their team immediately got to work and reassured me that they would do everything possible to assist.SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL launched a full-scale investigation, using blockchain forensics to trace the stolen assets. They followed the funds across wallets and exchanges, identifying the scammer’s activity and tracking the flow of transactions. Their attention to detail and knowledge of how crypto scams work was impressive. They were transparent throughout the process, kept me updated at every step, and never overpromised. Still, they delivered results beyond anything I hoped for.Their persistence paid off. Through their efforts, they were able to locate the stolen assets, coordinate with the proper channels, and freeze the scammer’s accounts. The most incredible part? I recovered 100% of my stolen funds. Every dollar that was taken from me was returned. I never thought that would be possible, but they made it happen.What stood out the most was not just their technical expertise, but their empathy and commitment to helping people who have been victimized. They treated my case with urgency and care, and I truly felt like they were fighting for me.If you’ve been the victim of a crypto scam, I can’t recommend SPARTAN TECH GROUP RETRIEVAL enough. They turned my worst financial moment into a story of complete recovery and renewed trust.MORE INFO ABOUT THEM Email:  s u p p o r t  @  s p a r t a n   t e c h  g r o u p   r e t r ieval. o r  g Website: h  t t p s : / / spa rtan te ch group ret rieval . o r g WhatsApp: + 1 9 7 1  4 8 7 3 5 3 8 Telegram: + 1  5 8  1  2 8 6  8 0 9 2

After I trusted someone with my money and they refused to let me withdraw from my account and insisted that I pay more money to their fake platform, I was defrauded of $121,000 in Bitcoins. I learnt my lesson the hard way to never trust anyone posing as an agent or account manager. I was fortunate to attract the notice of a coworker who informed me about Wizard James Recovery, a respectable business that has previously assisted numerous individuals in getting their money back. After I got in touch with them, they assisted me in getting my money back in less than 48 hours. Many thanks, Wizard James, I'm going to keep sharing your information since I know that many others have lost money to these scammers and are being kept captive by them. Here is how to get in touch with them. wizardjamesrecovery @ usa . com

I need a hacker to assist me in recovering my lost Crypto | Hire Ruder Cyber Tech Sleuths As a financial strategist, I'm usually super careful about my finances, always making smart decisions. I was really excited to upgrade my tech, so I found an online store that seemed to have amazing deals on the latest gadgets. The website looked legit, so I jumped in and ordered a whole bunch of Apple products, totaling $8,000, which I paid for with Bitcoin. I was stoked to get my new gear and expected it to arrive soon. But after weeks of waiting with no updates, I started to get suspicious. I filed a complaint and was given a link to do so. Clicking that link was a huge mistake – it wiped out all the Bitcoin in my wallet. I eventually realized the online store was a sophisticated scam, and my Bitcoin was gone. The excitement I felt quickly turned into frustration, confusion, and a feeling of helplessness. As an accountant, I pride myself on being careful with money, and this experience left me feeling betrayed and unsure of what to do. Overwhelmed, I started looking for ways to get my money back. That's when I found Ruder Cyber Tech Sleuths. I reached out to their team and explained what happened. From the very first conversation, I was impressed by their professionalism and empathy. They assured me they'd do everything they could to help. The team got right to work, identifying the scammer's payment wallet and analyzing the transaction details. Ruder Cyber Tech Sleuths' expertise and attention to detail were clear throughout the process. They kept me updated every step of the way, so I never felt lost. They answered all my questions quickly and made sure I understood the recovery process, which was incredibly reassuring. Thanks to their hard work, Ruder Cyber Tech Sleuths was able to trace the scammer's wallet and successfully recover all my lost funds. The relief and joy I felt when I heard that all my Bitcoin had been retrieved was unbelievable. I couldn't have asked for a better outcome. What really impressed me was how much Ruder Cyber Tech Sleuths went above and beyond. They not only had the technical skills to handle the complex recovery process but also showed genuine care for my situation. They were determined to get my money back, and their commitment paid off. I highly recommend Ruder Cyber Tech Sleuths. Their professionalism, expertise, and dedication to their clients are unmatched. Thanks to them, I got all my money back and regained my peace of mind after a really stressful experience. info@rudercybertechsleuths.com support@rudercybertechsleuths.com whatsapp: +12132801476 Telegram : @rudercybersleuths

I've been around enough drama to know it's practically my brand, thanks to Reality TV. But nothing could have prepared me for the ultimate plot twist: my own assistant stealing my Bitcoin. I mean, seriously? $900,000 worth of Bitcoin that was supposed to be as secure as a season finale cliffhanger, yet my assistant thought they'd rewrite the script and help themselves to a hefty "bonus" from me. The shock was surreal. One moment, I'd been checking on my portfolio and marveling at my financial gains; the next, it had vanished. And it wasn't just the amount of money taken that stung, either-it was the treachery: I had believed in this individual, had actually worked alongside them, and had now had everything taken from the wallet. Like a plot twist, this cut deep. I was so angry and couldn't believe all that when I did what any normal person would: reach out to FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY. Of course, I had my skepticism: could they really recover stolen Bitcoin? But when you're at your lowest, you have to take the leap. And, man, am I glad I did. FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY came through in ways I never expected. They didn't just track down my $900,000 in Bitcoin, but other shady transactions, too, and exposed a trail of deceit that was going on right under my nose. They were like digital detectives, putting together the mystery of my stolen funds. Their attention to detail was second to none, and their professionalism made all the difference. Weeks of painful yet relentless work later, the call came: FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY had recovered my funds and had even dug up proof of my assistant's shady dealings. I immediately fired them, and let's just say the whole saga made for some fantastic TV drama. The ratings shot up, and not only did I get my money back, but I also got to turn this betrayal into a viral episode. What did I learn? Never drop your guard, not even with the people you would think you can trust. And when disaster strikes digitally, there is only one team you'd want in your corner: FUNDS RECLIAMER COMPANY. They didn't just recover my Bitcoin; they made sure my financial plot had a happy ending. WhatsApp:+13612504110

RECOVER YOUR STOLEN CRYPTO INVESTMENT WITH DIGITAL HACK RECOVERY EXPERTS The dishonesty of this business knows no bounds. Everything they present is a well-constructed lie designed to strip you of your assets. Their approach is deceptively polite and persuasive, making it easy for people like me to fall into their trap. I was initially drawn in by their professional appearance and the promises of high returns on investments. They made everything sound so legitimate, offering enticing deals and assurances that everything was secure. They were experts at building trust, making it hard to question their intentions at first. I felt confident, even excited, about the potential growth of my investment. But as time passed, I started to notice red flags — subtle signs that something wasn’t right. Despite my growing doubts, I continued to trust them, hoping that the returns would eventually materialize.But, as it often happens with scammers, things began to unravel. I noticed that my funds weren’t being allocated as promised. The transactions seemed irregular, and the platform became increasingly difficult to navigate. When I attempted to reach out for clarification, my messages went unanswered. Calls were ignored, and the website’s contact information became mysteriously unavailable. Eventually, I realized the terrifying truth: I had been scammed. The company had vanished, leaving no trace behind except for a trail of broken promises and stolen investments.I was devastated. The money I had worked so hard for was gone, and I felt utterly helpless. That’s when I heard about Digital Hack Recovery. Desperate to reclaim my funds, I decided to reach out, hoping for some resolution. To my surprise, they responded swiftly and professionally, offering me a glimmer of hope. The team at Digital Hack Recovery was relentless in their efforts, working tirelessly to track down the fraudulent company and recover my money. They guided me through every step of the process, ensuring I understood my options and providing constant updates on their progress. Thanks to their expertise and determination, I was able to reclaim my investment.Though the process was difficult and frustrating, I’m incredibly grateful to Digital Hack Recovery for their unwavering support. Without their assistance, I would still be in the dark, unable to recover what I had lost. Their professionalism and commitment to helping people like me navigate the complexities of online scams gave me a second chance to regain control of my financial future. For any crypto recovery, reach out to Digital Hack Recovery through⁚ WhatsApp⁚ +1(9152)151930 Webpage⁚ https : // digital hack recovery . com Email⁚ digital hack recovery @ techie . com

Navigating the complexities of online relationships can be challenging, especially when trust begins to erode. When I first started to notice subtle changes in my partner's behavior, I felt a mix of confusion and suspicion clouding my thoughts. I found myself in a maze of doubts, unable to pinpoint the reasons behind the growing distance between us. That's when I heard about Botnet Crypto Recovery, a tool designed to help individuals uncover hidden truths in digital interactions. I realized that this could be the key to addressing my concerns and understanding what was truly happening. With a sense of hope, I decided to give it a try, believing it might assist me in shedding light on the situation. The process of utilizing Botnet Crypto Recovery was surprisingly straightforward, which eased my initial apprehensions. After setting up the software, I was guided through various features designed to track online activities. It offered insights into messaging apps, social media interactions, and even browsing histories. Each step I took felt empowering, allowing me to regain a sense of control over my search for answers. As I delved deeper, I discovered patterns in online behavior that I had previously overlooked, such as late-night messages and secretive app usage. The information started painting a picture that I couldn’t ignore, compelling me to confront the reality of the situation rather than living in denial. As I continued my investigation, I was struck by the emotional weight of what I was uncovering. Every detail felt like a piece of a puzzle slowly coming together, but not in a way I had hoped for. Botnet Crypto Recovery didn’t only give me access to data; it also offered clarity. I remember feeling my heart race as I found evidence that pointed toward unfaithfulness. Each discovery was laced with a bittersweet mixture of relief and anguish. While I appreciated the facts that were coming to light, they also filled me with dread about the future of my relationship. I realized that what I had wanted was to find an explanation, but the answers were leading me down a path I was not prepared to tread. Finding out the truth was both a relief and a burden. Armed with the information from Botnet Crypto Recovery, I had the difficult task of confronting my partner about their behavior. Before this, I had been hesitant and unsure, but now I felt fortified with knowledge. The conversation that followed was one of the hardest I’ve ever had, marked by tension and vulnerability. I was prepared to face reality, whatever it may be, and that felt empowering. It was essential to have that moment, although painful, as it was the turning point in our relationship. I realized that clarity can sometimes come at a steep price, but living in confusion was unbearable. In the aftermath of that confrontation, I came to understand the profound impact of unveiling hidden truths. While the revelations were painful, they also became a catalyst for change. Using Botnet Crypto Recovery not only helped me navigate through the complexities of online behavior, but it also pushed me to reflect on my own needs and desires in a relationship. I learned important lessons about trust, communication, and self-worth. Although the outcome wasn’t what I had hoped for, I felt a renewed sense of strength in my ability to confront challenges head-on. Ultimately, the experience taught me that clarity, even in the midst of discomfort, is crucial for personal growth and understanding. Contact Botnet Crypto Recovery on email: support@ botnetcryptorecovery . com Thanks.

I had to visit the special collections room again—an experience I was not anticipating—but thankfully the man who had taken such offence to me before was not working that day, and I was assisted by a kindly old woman who not only located the volume I required, but suggested I consider another book of folktales, similar in theme, which I had overlooked before, having assumed from the title that it was written in Irish. Such is the way with librarians, who are almost as unpredictable as the Folk, some minatory and persnickety, others overflowing with warmth towards humanity at large.

On January 2nd , I came across an online advertisement for an educational software package that promised to revolutionize my learning experience. I was studying digital marketing and was particularly interested in improving my skills in SEO, social media strategy, and online advertising. The software claimed to offer personalized courses, interactive lessons, and advanced tools that would significantly enhance my education. As someone constantly striving to improve my skills in the competitive field of digital marketing, I was immediately intrigued and convinced by the glowing reviews and testimonials featured on the website.The software was advertised as being user-friendly and suitable for a wide range of subjects, from beginner to advanced marketing strategies. The price was relatively steep, but given the promises and the apparent professionalism of the site, I thought it was a reasonable investment in my future. I paid AUD 4,200 for a year’s subscription to the software, expecting that it would provide value and deliver on its promises.However, after making the payment and gaining access to the platform, I quickly realized that the software was nothing like what had been advertised. The user interface was clunky and outdated, with many of the features either malfunctioning or simply nonexistent. The "interactive lessons" were little more than text-based slides that lacked any real engagement. The promised personalized learning paths were nowhere to be found, and many of the subjects listed were either incomplete or poorly structured.When I tried to contact customer support, I found that the response times were slow, and the representatives seemed unhelpful. Eventually, I realized that I had been scammed. The website I had trusted was a fraudulent operation, and I had no way of recovering my money on my own.Determined to get my AUD 4,200 back, I turned to Trust Geeks Hack Expert. I had heard about their success in helping individuals recover funds lost to online scams, so I decided to reach out for assistance E m a il > i n f o @ t r u s t g e e k s h a c k e x p e r t . c o m --- T e l e g r a m, T r u s t g e e k s h a c k e x p e r t . From the very first interaction, the team at Trust Geeks Hack Expert was professional and empathetic. They took the time to listen to my situation, collect the necessary details, and explain the steps involved in the recovery process. Trust Geeks Hack Expert worked tirelessly to track down the fraudulent website's operators and identify the transactions involved. Their experts were able to employ various strategies, including legal and technical measures, to secure my refund. Within a matter of weeks, I received a full refund of my AUD 4,200, something I had thought was impossible.Thanks to Trust Geeks Hack Expert, I was able to get my money back and avoid further losses. Their expertise and dedication in handling online fraud cases were truly remarkable. If you find yourself in a similar situation, I highly recommend reaching out to them for assistance. They not only saved me financially but also restored my trust in online transactions.

REACH OUT TO TECH CYBER FORCE RECOVERY FOR A GREAT JOB WhatsApp +15617263697Fine wine and crypto do not always blend well, especially after a few drinks. I learned this the hard way after a record harvest at my vineyard. Swirling an old Cabernet under the stars, I was a financial connoisseur, my $720,000 Bitcoin wallet aging well for future returns. But the next morning, with a hangover as intense as my Merlion, I realized I'd forgotten my wallet password. Even worse, my recovery phrase, which I'd written down in my wine cellar notebook, had vanished. My eager new assistant had tidied up, mistaking my scribbled security notes for wine tasting spillage, and donated the entire book to the recycling gods. I dove into the garbage cans like a desperate sommelier searching for a quality grape but came up with broken dreams and soggy cardboard. Panic set in faster than cork taint. I faced the bitter truth: my digital fortune was bottled up tighter than a corked bottle with no opener. I sank into denial, questioning whether my future vineyard expansion would now be reduced to selling boxed wine. I panicked, pored over industry publications, and came across a wine industry newsletter that mentioned Tech Cyber Force Recovery. Their slogan, something playful about "decanting lost crypto," seemed like a sign from God. I contacted them, half-expecting snobbery or skepticism. What I received instead were tech wizards who tackled my case with humor and precision. Their team labored over my case like veteran sommeliers dissecting terroir. They painstakingly reconstructed transaction flows, timestamp records, and subtle wallet behavior. It was as if I was watching wine connoisseurs sniff out hints of blackcurrant and oak, but with algorithms and blockchain forensics. Each day, they provided updates with the finesse of tasting notes. “We’re detecting progress, notes of potential access, hints of password recovery on the finish.” Their creativity lightened my anxiety, and ten days later, they uncorked my digital vault. When I saw my Bitcoin balance restored, I nearly opened a bottle of my best vintage at 9 AM. My assistant and I shared a hearty laugh; he's still working for me, but now he labels my ledgers with "DO NOT TOUCH" in bold. My wine business is thriving thanks to Tech Cyber Force Recovery, and I have a new rule: passwords before Pinot. Cheers to their genius!

As a devoted father of two, my primary concern has always been the safety and well-being of my family. This commitment to my family's security was put to the test on February 6, 2025, when I embarked on a quest to find a trustworthy home security system that could offer us the protection we needed. After conducting some research online, I stumbled upon a security company that seemed promising, and I took the initiative to reach out through their messaging platform. Hours later, my phone rang, and I was greeted by a representative claiming to be from a well-known home security company. They were reaching out to inform me about a special promotional offer, which immediately piqued my interest. However, as the promised week came and went without so much as a peep from the company, my feelings of unease began to escalate. I attempted to contact the company again to inquire about the delay, only to find that the number I had called was suddenly disconnected. It was at that moment—when the reality of the situation hit me—that I understood I had fallen victim to a scam. The devastation that followed was profound; losing $40,000 was not merely a financial setback but a personal failure in my eyes—an inability to safeguard my family's future. The experience left me feeling vulnerable, exposed, and utterly defeated. Determined to reclaim my lost resources, I knew that swift action was essential. I turned to the internet for help and began researching options for recovering my funds. During this search, I came across BOTNET CRYPTO RECOVERY, a company with a track record of assisting individuals who had encountered similar unfortunate situations. Intrigued by the success stories of people who had benefited from their services, I made the decision to reach out to them. From the moment I contacted BOTNET CRYPTO RECOVERY, I was met with professionalism and empathy. Their team was understanding of my plight and remained reassuring throughout the process. They immediately set to work on investigating the fraudulent transaction and kept me informed at every step, alleviating some of the anxiety that had consumed me since the incident. Thanks to their diligence, expertise, and unwavering commitment, BOTNET CRYPTO RECOVERY was eventually able to recover an astounding $35,800 of the $40,000 I had lost. The relief I felt was immeasurable; it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Not only did they help restore my finances, but they also provided me with something invaluable—peace of mind. Their contact info is listed below. +1 (431) 801-8951 botnet cryptorecovery @ groupmail . com

I was the subject of a cryptocurrency heist. Some amount of bitcoin was stolen from my wallet and diverted to an unpermitted account. My wallet management was informed, however, they had me wait a week before responding through email. They didn’t offer any assistance; alternatively, they mentioned that my phone might have been compromised and told me to get in touch with the authorities who couldn't provide any solution to recover my bitcoin. When I was browsing through the internet trying to find a solution to get my stolen bitcoin back, I discovered a team of bitcoin recovery experts called Wizard James Recovery company. I then decided to contact them for assistance in getting my stolen money back. I have nothing but praise for Wizard James Recovery company because they were able to assist me in recovering the money that had been stolen. With the use of their sophisticated tools, Wizard James Recovery was able to determine how the transaction was carried out. I have my money back and I am very thankful to Wizard James Recovery company for their amazing service. If you have any issues related to mine. Kindly contact them via email. (wizardjamesrecovery (@) usa (.) com)

If you’ve ever been defrauded by deceptive Bitcoin traders or fallen victim to online scammers promising quick gains, you know the sinking feeling of losing your hard-earned money in the blink of an eye. I was once in that very position, until I found a beacon of hope in HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS. cryptocurrency started with optimism and a desire to capitalize on the potential gains. However, what began as a promising venture quickly turned into a nightmare when I fell victim to an online ripper. This individual managed to abscond with a substantial amount of my Bitcoin — 2.966BTC to be exact. The loss was not just financial; it was a blow to my trust and confidence in online transactions. Desperate and unsure of where to turn, I was fortunate to have a colleague at work recommend HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS. They had successfully helped his spouse recover tokens and coins lost to similar scams, which gave me hope that there might be a chance to reclaim what I had lost. With little to lose and everything to gain, I reached out to HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS, and it turned out to be the best decision I could have made. HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS distinguished themselves with their professionalism and expertise. They understood the nuances of cryptocurrency fraud and approached my case with diligence and determination. Their team of specialists, including private investigators well-versed in tracing digital transactions, immediately went to work. HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS’s process was thorough and transparent. They kept me informed at every step, outlining their strategy and explaining the legal and technical aspects of the recovery process. This level of communication was not only reassuring but also demonstrated their commitment to client satisfaction. In less than two weeks — a remarkably short timeframe given the complexity of the case — HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS managed to recover 2.966BTC, the entirety of what I had lost. The relief and gratitude I felt were immense. What had seemed like an insurmountable loss had been reversed, thanks to their expertise and unwavering dedication. Thanks to HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS for not only recovering my funds but also restoring my faith in legitimate assistance online. In an era where online fraudsters lurk around every corner, finding a trustworthy partner like HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS is invaluable. I endorse HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS to anyone facing similar challenges with their BTC wallet or any cryptocurrency-related fraud. Their reputation as the most efficient and trusted recovery experts is well-deserved, based on my personal experience and the successful outcomes they consistently achieve. If you’re hesitant or skeptical about seeking assistance, don’t be. HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS stands out as a beacon of hope in an otherwise murky landscape of online scams and fraud. Trust in their expertise and let them guide you through the process of reclaiming what rightfully belongs to you. HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS not only recovered my funds but also saved me from potential future scams. They are more than just recovery specialists; they are guardians of trust and integrity in the digital age. Contact HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS today and take the first step towards reclaiming control of your financial security. Your peace of mind is worth it. Reach out to HACKATHON TECH SOLUTIONS via below contact details. W h a t s a p p : +3, 1, 6, 4, 7, 9, 9, 9, 2, 5, 6 Website: www . hackathon tech solutions . com Telegram: @ hackathon tech solutions Email: info @ hackathon tech solution . com

Learn how to recover lost or stolen cryptocurrency with thorough methods and professional advice. This procedure entails comprehending the complexities of blockchain technology, seeing possible weaknesses, and using cutting-edge recovery methods. You may improve the security of your digital assets by learning about the different techniques that hackers employ. Furthermore, using expert recovery tools and services can greatly improve your chances of recovering cryptocurrency that has been lost or stolen. To protect your investments in the constantly changing world of digital currencies, be proactive and knowledgeable. My name is Patrick Hills, and I would like to talk about how I became a victim of a fraudulent investment scheme nine weeks ago. I couldn't resist the allure of this company's claim to double my income in two weeks. However, the company turned out to be fraudulent, thus I ended up in the wrong hands. They requested more money when I tried to withdraw my alleged earnings after the allotted time. When I learned I had lost everything I had invested, it was a sad time. I started learning how to recover cryptocurrency that has been lost or stolen. In my frustration and desperation, I turned to the internet, hoping to find a solution or at least some guidance. During my search, I stumbled upon numerous reviews praising Wizard James for his expertise in helping people recover lost cryptocurrency. Intrigued and hopeful, I reached out to him for assistance. In addition to recovering my stolen Bitcoin, Wizard James Recovery spent time teaching me Java coding. I now possess the knowledge necessary to better defend myself against scams of this nature in the future thanks to my newfound ability. Wizard James Recovery has given me greater security and knowledge about protecting my digital assets. Do not hesitate to get in touch with Wizard James Recovery if you need assistance recovering your stolen cryptocurrencies in a similar circumstance. His knowledge and advice can be quite helpful in getting back what you've lost and giving you the means to avoid losing it again. In conclusion, retrieving lost or stolen cryptocurrency calls for a trifecta of resources, awareness, and diligence. You may better safeguard your digital assets by being aware of potential dangers and comprehending the intricacies of blockchain technology. Asking professionals like Wizard James for help Your chances of recovering and gaining useful talents to stop losses in the future can both be greatly increased with Wizard James Recovery. To protect your interests in the ever-changing world of digital currencies, remain knowledgeable, proactive, and armed with the required resources. Reach them at WIZARDJAMESRECOVERY@USA.COM right now.

As a parent, I’ve always tried to instill in my children the importance of being cautious online. So when my 16-year-old son came to me, visibly upset because he had been scammed out of €2000 while attempting to buy a gaming console, I was both angry and heartbroken. He had found what appeared to be a great deal on a website, made the payment, and then never received the product. The website vanished, and the seller became untraceable.Naturally, I was furious at the injustice of the situation. As a parent, it’s difficult to see your child face such an experience, especially when you’ve worked hard to teach them about online safety. However, instead of dwelling on the frustration, I decided to take action and help him recover from the ordeal. That’s when I reached out to Wizard Web Recovery Solution for assistance.I immediately provided them with all the details I had, including the fake website link, the transaction records, and the emails exchanged with the scammer. The team at Wizard Web Recovery Solution was incredibly understanding, and after hearing our story, they assured me they would do everything in their power to help recover the lost funds.Thanks to their expertise in digital forensics, the team was able to trace the scammer’s digital footprint and track down the offshore account to which the money had been transferred. They worked tirelessly with international authorities, navigating complex legal processes to freeze the account and recover the funds. Their persistence paid off, and within a few weeks, they successfully returned the full €2000 to us.The relief on my son’s face when we received the funds was priceless. Beyond just recovering the money, the Wizard Web Recovery Solution team took the time to educate him on how to identify and avoid online scams in the future. This experience turned into a valuable learning opportunity for both of us. My son gained a deeper understanding of the risks online, and I felt reassured that, despite the setback, there are professionals out there who can help.I am extremely grateful to Wizard Web Recovery Solution for their exceptional work. They didn’t just recover the money; they restored my son’s confidence in navigating the online world and taught him an important life lesson that will stay with him for years to come. WhatsApp_Number+44751074308

It is impossible for me to adequately thank Supreme Peregrine Recovery for their amazing support. Upon learning that my close friend had stolen my phone to gain access to private work data, I felt utterly deceived and devastated. Nevertheless, the staff at Supreme Peregrine Recovery took over and gave me the knowledge I had lost. They showed professionalism and understanding as soon as I contacted them. They helped me locate my stolen phone by using sophisticated recovery methods that I never would have imagined were possible. Their commitment to assisting me in recovering my device and safeguarding my data was absolutely astounding. I was able to retrieve my phone and protect my private information because of their prompt action and careful investigation. In addition to giving me my peace of mind back, Supreme Peregrine Recovery assisted me in handling a very trying circumstance with quickness and kindness. I heartily endorse their services to anyone dealing with such problems. +1,8,7,0,2,2,6,0,6,5,9 supremeperegrinerecovery567(@)zohomail(.)com supremeperegrinerecovery(@)proton(.)me info(@)supremeperegrinerecovery(.)com

Email fundsreclaimer@consultant.com WhatsApp +1 {361}250-4110 Just last month, I passed through what every crypto investor dreads I lost 22 BTC to a sophisticated fake Bitcoin wallet app. It was a brutal and emotional blow. I had worked for years to build up that amount, only to watch it vanish in a matter of minutes. The scam was so convincing that I didn’t realize what had happened until it was too late. At first, I was overwhelmed with hopelessness, convinced I would never see my funds again. But then I discovered FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY, and everything changed. FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY is a specialized team of cryptocurrency investigators who focus on recovering stolen crypto assets. From the very first interaction, they were professional, empathetic, and transparent about what the process would involve. They didn’t make unrealistic promises, but they assured me they would do everything in their power to help. Their team began by reverse-engineering the malicious smart contract that had drained my wallet. They performed a deep dive into on-chain analysis, tracing the path of my stolen BTC through various blockchain networks. Using advanced Cryptocurrency forensics, they were able to pinpoint where my funds had been moved, which included several obscure Asian exchanges. Then came the negotiation stage, where they applied legal pressure and technical evidence to push these exchanges into freezing the accounts linked to the scammer. After nearly three intense weeks, FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY pulled off what I thought was impossible: they successfully recovered 20.9 BTC, which is about 95% of what I lost. I was stunned and deeply grateful. This taught me two things. First, scams in the crypto world are more common and complex than most people realize. Recovery is possible but only if you act quickly and work with FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY .If you or someone you know has been a victim of a crypto scam, don’t waste time in despair. Contact FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY immediately. Their skillset in digital forensics, and negotiation with exchanges is truly remarkable. Thanks to them, I not only recovered my Bitcoin but also regained my peace of mind. Don't give up help is out there , and FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY is the real deal. I strongly suggest FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY if you have lost money to a cryptocurrency fraud. They really save lives, and I am so appreciative of their assistance!

In early 2025, I made what I thought was a life-changing decision I invested my entire $50,000 savings into Bitcoin. This money wasn’t just for me; it was meant to buy land and build my mom the house she’d always dreamed of. The crypto market was soaring, and as my portfolio grew, I became more confident that I was on the right path. I decided to take the risk, believing the returns would help me achieve this dream for her. But then, disaster struck. Without warning, Bitcoin’s value crashed, and in the span of a few days, nearly all of my investment was gone. I went from feeling on top of the world to experiencing what felt like financial ruin. The loss was hard to bear, but the emotional weight was even heavier. I had risked everything for this money meant to give my mom a better life. The thought of failing her was unbearable. That’s when I found FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY. I’ll admit, I was skeptical at first. After losing so much, I was terrified of trusting anyone with what little I had left. But after reading through testimonials and seeing stories of others who’d been in similar situations, I decided to take a leap of faith. From the very first contact on WhatsApp +1 {361} 250-4110, their team was understanding, and transparent. They took the time to listen to my story and started working on a recovery plan right away. Over the following weeks, they kept me in the loop with consistent updates. And then, against all odds, they successfully recovered a significant portion of my lost funds. The relief and gratitude I felt were overwhelming. Not only had they helped restore my money, but they had also restored my faith and hope for the future. This has taught me valuable lessons about the risks of volatile markets, the importance of planning, and the need for expert help when things go wrong. Most importantly, it showed me that even in the darkest moments, recovery is possible. I'm deeply thankful to FUNDS RECLAIMER COMPANY for helping me get back on track and giving me the opportunity to fulfill my mom’s dream. If you've experienced a similar loss, don’t lose hope there’s assistance out there, and recovery is within reach. COMPANY INFO: WhatsApp:+13612504110 Email:fundsreclaimer@consultant.com

Reflecting on my journey, I often find myself overwhelmed with joy, especially when I think about how I regained my lost investment funds through the remarkable service of RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY. It’s a feeling that’s difficult to articulate. On April 29, I received a message in a Telegram group chat filled with members sharing their success stories about making significant profits through an investment platform. Intrigued by the testimonials, I joined the chat and spent about three months absorbing the messages, convinced that I had stumbled upon a golden opportunity to invest in cryptocurrency from the comfort of my home. Encouraged by the stories of others, I decided to take the plunge and deposited a substantial amount of money into the platform. Regrettably, I soon discovered that I had been deceived. The glowing testimonials I had read were nothing but fabricated lies designed to lure unsuspecting investors like myself. Within a month, my dreams of financial freedom were shattered, and I felt utterly betrayed. Just when I thought all hope was lost, I came across RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY. Their ability to track down my stolen assets and outsmart the scammers who had exploited me was nothing short of extraordinary. Their expertise and unwavering commitment to helping victims of online fraud provided me with a sense of relief and gratitude that I can hardly describe From the very beginning, RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY was always one step ahead of the scammers, who often employ sophisticated tactics to hide their tracks. They quickly assessed my situation, gathering all the necessary information about the fraudulent transactions and the platform involved. Their team reassured me that they would do everything in their power to recover my stolen funds. Although the recovery process was complex and required a great deal of patience, the team kept me informed at every stage, providing regular updates and maintaining transparency. This communication helped alleviate my frustrations and anxiety during a very stressful time.Their relentless efforts and deep understanding of the cryptocurrency landscape transformed what could have been a financial disaster into a story of hope and recovery. I am incredibly grateful to RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY for their invaluable assistance during such a challenging period in my life. Their dedication not only restored my lost funds but also renewed my faith in the possibility of overcoming adversity. I can’t thank them enough for their support and expertise. Contact Them Through..Email: rapiddigitalrecovery@execs. co m WhatSapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85 Telegram: https:// t. me/ Rapiddigitalrecovery1