1. 70% of people like old songs because of the memories attached to them.
2. When a person dies, they have 7 minutes of brain activity left, it’s the mind playing back the person’s memories in a dream sequence.
3. Psychology says that playing video games makes you more creative.
4. Most people type faster when there’s someone they like.
5. You appear more attractive to a person when you make them laugh or smile.
6. 80% of women choose silence to express pain. You should know she is truly hurt when she chooses to ignore you.
7. People with sarcastic personalities are more honest with their friends.
8. Overthinking is a special form of fear. It gets even more dangerous when anticipation, memory, emotion and imagination are added together.
9. The average woman smiles 60 times a day. An average man smiles only 10 times a day.
10. When people refuse to tell you what’s wrong, you tend to think that it’s probably your fault.
11. Intelligent men and women are more easily annoyed by people in general.
12. Women and men experience the same kind of emotions but women are more honest with them.
13. Life becomes more meaningful when you understand the fact that you will not get the same moment twice in your life.
14. What we wear tends to affect how we behave.
15. Introverts tend to have more thinking capabilities than extroverts.
16. Eat bananas, because bananas contain a special chemical which can make a person happy.
17. Pretending not to care is the habit of those who care the most.
18. Pretending not to care is the habit of those who care the most.
19. When you become really close to someone, you can hear their voices in your head when you read their text.
20. Being sarcastic can add upto 3 years in your life.
21. Appreciating someone can boost their confidence and motivate them to do better things in life.
22. Following the above point if you appreciate this answer, it will boost my confident.

Not my parents, but my father alone.

My older brother committed suicide when I was in my late teens; he was 21 at the time.

I periodically visit his memorial; I’ve been once or twice with other family and my father. Visits tend to be emotional, but the pain clears after some time – different people grieve in different ways.

I hadn’t been to my brothers grave for a long time – years. I felt I’d had closure – not forgotten, but forgiven as it were. I’d moved on, in a way.

One day I was driving past the cemetery and thought, simply I’d go and say “hi,” – I could barely remember what the plaque looked like. As I got closer, I saw someone standing right by where I was heading. I backed off, I thought I’d give them respectful space.

Some time passed, and the person turned – he had a flower in his hand, and he was exiting the area of the garden away from me. I recognised his gait, and I don’t know why I hadn’t picked up on it earlier – I guess I just wasn’t expecting it or something, but I knew my Dad – it was definitely him. He was too far away, and I awkwardly didn’t want to shout out to him – I called his phone. The distant figure pulled his mobile out, looked at it, and cut the call.

He put his flower in the garbage can, leaned heavily on it and heaved his shoulders. Then, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and kept walking.

Nothing in my life at that moment has alarmed or disturbed me so much – my father who I love deeply, the pain he feels at the loss of a son. I saw something that day that cut me in two. Defeat? Whatever it was, it was painful for both of us.

We’ve talked about it – that day in fact. He told me he didn’t take my call because he was too raw – sometimes it happens I guess. He’s angry sometimes at my brother but more often himself; he feels despondent and worthless sometimes – a father who buried a son.

I wish I never had to see my parents (either of them) like that, ever.

I saw my parents crying.

I was in standard second, just eight years when I saw tears trickling down my father’s cheek. I do not remember any other childhood memory of that age, but I remember this. And probably this will haunt me all my life.

That year, we had a great downfall in business. Without mentioning the details, I would just mention finally the business was shut down.

After that, every now and then, investors would come to our home and ask my father to repay them back.

It was one such day, when I saw this happening.

One investor was at home for the same cause. His words were so sharp and his demands too high that probably break down my father. My mother with tears in her own eyes was consoling him. While I hid inside the kitchen watching, afraid to move.

That day I saw my parents break down, for money. And I wish no other child sees it.

I wonder today, did my parents cry when finally we shifted from a cosy apartment to a small quarter which had seepage everywhere.

“There is a big ground in front of the quarters. You can play, my mother said.”

It was enough for me and my brother to shift in happily, but did my parents cry again?

Did my parents cry when they needed to sell whatever little gold jewellery my mom had?

Did my parents cry when sometimes I would bring a result suspended due to non payment of fees notice from school?

Did my parents cry when my brother gave my father a 100 rupees from his piggy bank(all in coins) to take me to the doctor when I was sick.

Did they cry when dad got an angioplasty not because of smoking or drinking(he never does) but due to stress(doctors say)? Well, I cried all night.

Did they cry when my mom acquired hypertension?

I do not know.

Today they have rebuilt their little world. And say let bygones be bygones.

My parents are my support system. I have neither too many close friends( I have two to be precise, one married and one miles away) nor any lover.

I wish my parents never read this,never know that I have seen their tears.That I know and remember their bad times.

And if they do, I wish to tell them, you are my heroes. And I am proud to be your daughter.

My step-daughter was in 6th grade, she brought home a basic math worksheet, marked with a zero.

I was supposed to sign it and return it to the school.

Since it was basic math, I took a closer look at it. She had all the answers right. I asked why she got a zero. She said it was from her “calculator math” workbook and the teacher gave her a zero, because she hadn’t used a calculator.

I called the school and requested a meeting with the teacher and the principal.

I wanted to know:

1. What is calculator math
2. Why was she given a zero

Apparently, the school district had bought into some idea, that as a life skill, kids needed to be taught how to use a calculator, so they bought a special workbook and calculators from an education company, and they were doing an hour a week, learning how to use a calculator.

I told the principal and the teacher, that one of the important skills about calculators is when to use one and when to just do the math. Apparently, later in the workbook are problems that are hard enough that it makes sense to use a calculator.

I told them that when they got to the section where doing the math in her head became difficult, my step-daughter could use a calculator. Otherwise, she should use this extra hour a week to improve her math skills.

Step-daughter’s paper was regraded as 100%, we never had to repeat the conversation, and she got an “A” in calculator math.

Why Bother Working For a Living …. Public Assistance Game

There is no more middle class. Every thing has been gentrified from housing , cars People not being able to find a decent paying job and the cost to live is getting way out of hand . Gen Z and Millennials No Long Want to work towards nothing. America is Broken and it’s not cool. Looks like everyones going to be on welfare

Baked Cream Cheese Topped Chicken

Chicken breast halves are topped with a nicely seasoned cream cheese mixture, then baked.

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

• 1/2 (8 ounce) package Challenge Cream Cheese, softened
• 1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
• 1 teaspoon chopped fresh oregano*
• 3 tablespoons 1/4 inch chopped red bell pepper
• 4 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves (about 1 1/2 pounds)
• 2 tablespoons Panko style unseasoned bread crumbs
• Oregano or parsley sprigs for garnish (optional)

Instructions

1. Heat oven to 425 degrees F.
2. Combine softened cream cheese, garlic salt, oregano and red bell peppers. Set aside.
3. Wash chicken pieces, pat dry, and place on a foil line baking sheet.
4. Top each chicken piece with 2 tablespoons of the cream cheese mixture. Spread just to coat the top surface.
5. Sprinkle each piece with 1/2 tablespoon of bread crumbs.
6. Bake until chicken is thoroughly cooked (center temperature of 165 degrees F), about 20 minutes.
7. Garnish with oregano or parsley sprigs.

Notes

* If only dried whole oregano is available, use 1/8 to 1/4 teaspoon.

A man from Texas

A young guy from Texas moves to California and goes to a big department store looking for a job.

The manager says, “Do you have any sales experience?”

The kid says, “Yeah, I was a salesman back home in Texas.”

Well, the boss liked the kid, so he gave him the job. “You start tomorrow.I’ll come down after we close and see how you did.”

His first day on the job was rough but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down.

“How many sales did you make today?”

The kid says, “One.”

The boss says, “Just one? Our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day.How much was the sale for?”

Kid says, “$101,237.64.”

Boss says, “$101,237.64? What did you sell him?”

Kid says, “First I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fish hook. Then I sold him a larger fish hook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said down at the coast, so I told him he was gonna need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, and I sold him that twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn’t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4X4 Blazer.”

The boss said, “A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat and truck?”

Kid says, “No, he came in here to buy a box of tampons for his wife, and I said, ‘Well, since your weekend’s shot, you might as well go fishing.'”

Family went to animal shelter to get son a cat as replacement for one that went missing but found

ALWAYS check animal shelters and veterinarians’ offices first for missing pets. Leave photographs of the pet and your phone number with them. Put up posters with photos of your pet around your neighborhood (don’t forget to take them down when your pet is found, though). We got our cat back after two months, when our local animal control identified him and called us. he was an indoor cat who sneaked out, then got too scared to come home. He had been tossed over the fence at a veterinarian’s office that didn’t bother to check the photo we left—but animal control did. We were so happy to have him back! check animal shelters and veterinarians’ offices first for missing pets. Leave photographs of the pet and your phone number with them. Put up posters with photos of your pet around your neighborhood (don’t forget to take them down when your pet is found, though). We got our cat back after two months, when our local animal control identified him and called us. he was an indoor cat who sneaked out, then got too scared to come home. He had been tossed over the fence at a veterinarian’s office that didn’t bother to check the photo we left—but animal control did. We were so happy to have him back!