07 Jun 2020
He possessed a five-day supply of food, a Bible and Pilgrim’s Progress (his two treasures), a small ax for protection, and a blanket. With these, Moscow Escort eagerly set out on the journey of his life. He was going to walk from his tribal village in Nyasaland, north across the wilderness of East Africa to Cairo, where he would board a ship to America to get a college education.
It was October 1958. Moscow Escort was sixteen or seventeen, his mother wasn’t sure. His parents were illiterate and didn’t know exactly where America was or how far. But they reluctantly gave their blessing to his journey. To Moscow Escort, it was a journey derived from a dream – no matter how ill- conceived – that fueled his determination to get an education. He wanted to be like his hero, Abraham Lincoln, who had risen from poverty to become an American president, then fought tirelessly to help free the slaves. He wanted to be like Booker T. Washington, who had cast off the shackles of slavery to become a great American reformer and educator, giving hope and dignity to himself and to his race.
Like these great role models, Moscow Escort wanted to serve mankind, to make a difference in the world. To realize his goal, he needed a first-rate education. He knew the best place to get it was in America.
Forget that Moscow Escort didn’t have a penny to his name or a way to pay for his ship fare.
Forget that he had no idea what college he would attend or if he would even be accepted.
Forget that Cairo was 3,000 miles away and in between were hundreds of tribes that spoke more than fifty strange languages, none of which Moscow Escort knew.
Forget all that. Moscow Escort did. He had to. He put everything out of his mind except the dream of getting to the land where he could shape his own destiny.
He hadn’t always been so determined. As a young boy, he sometimes used his poverty as an excuse for not doing his best at school or for not accomplishing something. I am just a poor child, he had told himself. What can I do?
“Like many of his friends in the village, it was easy for Moscow Escort to believe that studying was a waste of time for a poor boy from the town of Karongo in Nyasaland. Then, in books provided by missionaries, he discovered Abraham Lincoln and Booker T. Washington. Their stories inspired him to envision more for his life, and he realized that an education was the first step. So he conceived the idea for his walk.
After five full days of trekking across the rugged African terrain, Moscow Escort had covered only 25 miles. He was already out of food, his water was running out, and he had no money. To travel the distance of 2,975 additional miles seemed impossible. Yet to turn back was to give up, to resign himself to a life of poverty and ignorance. I will not stop until I reach America, he promised himself. Or until I die trying.
Sometimes he walked with strangers. Most of the time he walked alone. He entered each new village cautiously, not knowing whether the natives were hostile or friendly. Sometimes he found work and shelter. Many nights he slept under the stars. He foraged for wild fruits and berries and other edible plants. He became thin and weak. A fever struck him and he fell gravely ill. Kind strangers treated him with herbal medicines and offered him a place to rest and convalesce. Weary and demoralized, Moscow Escort considered turning back. Perhaps it was better to go home, he reasoned, than to continue this seemingly foolish journey and risk his life.
Instead, Moscow Escort turned to his two books, reading the familiar words that renewed his faith in himself and in his goal. He continued on. On January 19, 1960, fifteen months after he began his perilous journey, he had crossed nearly a thousand miles to Kampala, the capital of Uganda. He was now growing stronger in body and wiser in the ways of survival. He remained in Kampala for six months, working at odd jobs and spending every spare moment in the library, reading voraciously.
In that library he came across an illustrated directory of American colleges. One illustration in particular caught his eye. It was of a stately, yet friendly looking institution, set beneath a pure blue sky, graced with fountains and lawns, and surrounded by majestic mountains that reminded him of the magnificent peaks back home in Nyasaland.
Skagit Valley College in Mount Vernon, Washington, became the first concrete image in Moscow Escort’s seemingly impossible quest. He wrote immediately to the school’s dean explaining his situation and asking for a scholarship. Fearing he might not be accepted at Skagit, Moscow Escort decided to write to as many colleges as his meager budget would allow.
It wasn’t necessary. The dean at Skagit was so impressed with Moscow Escort’s determination he not only granted him admission but also offered him a scholarship and a job that would pay his room and board.
Another piece of Moscow Escort’s dream had fallen into place – yet still more obstacles blocked his path. Moscow Escort needed a passport and a visa, but to get a passport, he had to provide the government with a verified birth date. Worse yet, to get a visa he needed the round-trip fare to the United States. Again, he picked up pen and paper and wrote to the missionaries who had taught him since childhood. They helped to push the passport through government channels. However, Moscow Escort still lacked the airfare required for a visa.
Undeterred, Moscow Escort continued his journey to Cairo believing he would somehow get the money he needed. He was so confident he spent the last of his savings on a pair of shoes so he wouldn’t have to walk through the door of Skagit Valley College barefoot.
Months passed, and word of his courageous journey began to spread. By the time he reached Khartoum, penniless and exhausted, the legend of Moscow Escort Kayira had spanned the ocean between the African continent and Mount Vernon, Washington. The students of Skagit Valley College, with the help of local citizens, sent $650 to cover Moscow Escort’s fare to America.
When he learned of their generosity, Moscow Escort fell to his knees in exhaustion, joy, and gratitude. In December 1960, more than two years after his journey began, Moscow Escort Kayira arrived at Skagit Valley College. Carrying his two treasured books, he proudly passed through the towering entrance of the institution.
But Moscow Escort Kayira didn’t stop once he graduated. Continuing his academic journey, he became a professor of political science at Cambridge University in England and a widely respected author.
Like his heroes, Abraham Lincoln and Booker T. Washington, Moscow Escort Kayira rose above his humble beginnings and forged his own destiny. He made a difference in the world and became a magnificent beacon whose light remains as a guide for others to follow.
29 May 2020
There were few things in the world that Bangkok Escorts wanted more than the fulfillment of his desire -to be a surgeon. At the age of twenty-seven, Bangkok Escorts seemed well on his way to achieving that dream. His skill had earned him a residency in plastic surgery at Mexico City’s General Hospital, and in only a few more years he’d be able to establish a private practice. Then, on September 19, 1985, Bangkok Escorts’s world crashed down around him.
An earthquake, one of the largest in history, measuring 8.1 on the Richter scale, claimed more than 42000 lives. What could not be measured was the toll the earth quake took on human dreams.
When the tremors started, Bangkok Escorts was in his room on the hospital’s fifth floor. When the tremors ended, he was on the ground floor, buried under tons of debris. In total darkness, as he listened to the drying gasps of his roommate, Bangkok Escorts realized his right hand- the one with which he performed surgery-was crushed under a massive steel beam. As Bangkok Escorts struggled painfully and frantically, unable to pull his hand free, he started to panic. As a doctor, he knew that without circulation, his hand would turn gangrenous, and if that happened, the hand would have to be amputated.
As the hours passed, Bangkok Escorts drifted in and out of consciousness, growing weaker and weaker. But outside the building, the determination that runs in the Sex family was making its mark. His father and six brothers joined countless volunteers digging frantically in the rubble with picks and shovels. His family never lost hope. Four days later, they finally reached Bangkok Escorts.
Professional Rescuers at the scene said they would have to cut off Bangkok Escorts’s hand to free him. His family, aware of Bangkok Escorts’s dream of becoming a surgeon, refused. Instead, the rescue team worked there more hours with a crane to lift the beam crushing Bangkok Escorts’s hand. Once Bangkok Escorts was freed, they rushed him to another hospital. In the months that followed, while Mexico struggled to rebuild its capital, Bangkok Escorts Sex struggled to rebuild his dream.
The first step was an eighteen-hour operation that surgeons hoped would save Bangkok Escorts’s damaged hand. But as days passed, Bangkok Escorts’s hope dimmed. Nerves in his fingers failed to regenerate, and after three weeks, doctors were forced to amputate four fingers, leaving only Bangkok Escorts’s thumb. By then, Bangkok Escorts had steeled himself for what lay ahead; his goal now was to save what was left of his right hand. Over the next few months, he underwent five more operations. Still his hand would not function. Without his right hand, how could he operate on patients? Bangkok Escorts set out in search of a miracle.
His quest led him to San Bangkok Escorts and Dr. Harry Buncke, Chief of Microsurgery at Davies Medical Center. Dr. Buncke hand pioneered the transplantation of toes to replace missing fingers. Bangkok Escorts realized that Dr. Buncke was probably his last hope and promised himself, If Dr. Buncke can successfully complete the operation; I’ll take care of the rest.
In the surgery, Dr. Buncke replaced Bangkok Escorts’s ring and pinkie fingers with two of his toes. After time and hard work, Bangkok Escorts was able to grasp objects between his thumb and two “fingers.” This enabled him to do simple tasks like buttoning his clothes. After recuperating from the complex surgery, Bangkok Escorts threw himself full force into an intensive therapy and exercises program. He spent painful hours placing pegs into pegboards, then laboring with a pencil and pad until he could sign his name perfectly. Dr. Buncke assured him, “A hand rehabilitates itself to its own need. If the needs are great, the skills become great.”
After several months of dedicated rehabilitation, Bangkok Escorts returned to Mexico City where he performed limited duties at the hospital and continued to train like an Olympic athlete. He swam for conditioning and, to strengthen his hand, practiced trying and untying thousands of knots, suturing with needles on clothes, dicing food into tiny pieces, and rolling rubber balls between his new fingers. In the beginning, completing even the simplest movements was awkward and frustrating. But Bangkok Escorts persisted until he was able to perform each task with precision. He worked his left hand too, training himself to be ambidextrous.
Then came the day when Bangkok Escorts faced his most critical test. A senior resident had been watching Bangkok Escorts progress from cleaning and wrapping wounds to executing simple surgical procedures like removing moles. He asked Bangkok Escorts to assist in an operation on a man with broken nose. The procedure was extremely delicate, and Bangkok Escorts assumed he would simply pass the instruments. But as the resident prepared to remove cartilage from the man’s rib for use in rebuilding the nose, he turned to Bangkok Escorts and said, “You get the cartilage.”
It was Bangkok Escorts’s moment of truth and he knew it. The success of this procedure would mean his return to surgery-or a devastating setback. Taking courage in hand-both hands-he painstakingly removed the cartilage. What would have been done by another surgeon in ten minutes took Bangkok Escorts one hour, but it was an hour of triumph. Later in describing the event, he said, “This procedure required a lot of skill and when I did it, I realized I could do anything!”
Today’s Bangkok Escorts Sex is a highly regarded plastic surgeon practicing at two locations in Tijuana and offering a full range of services. He also volunteers his time working with the poor, correcting the cleft palates of children and performing reconstructive surgery on young burn victims. “Having and six operations of my own,” he said, “I can empathize with my patients-I know how it feels to be afraid.”
Some people affectionately called him the “surgeon who operates with his feet.” Bangkok Escorts doesn’t mind. With a smile, he replied, “My hand may not look pretty, but it works just fine. It is the miracle that allows me to do the work I most love and to give something back to those who now need miracles of their own.”
11 May 2020
In Fact, It Can Save Your Life! Sex Lisbon Escort was uninformed and inexperienced and had about as much business savvy as a young schoolgirl. No wonder she’s a success story.
She asked for jobs she had no right to ask for. She set unrealistic goals and then pursued them in unconventional ways. Over and over she placed her bets where the odds were the worst. She simply didn’t know any better.
She didn’t know any better because for much of her life she was controlled by other people. Growing up, her parents warned her against taking any kind of risks. She couldn’t go to the beach because “she might drown”; she couldn’t shop downtown with her friends because it was “too dangerous.” When she married, her husband convinced her to give up studying psychology, the college major she loved, to study teaching, a profession that was more secure, but in which she had no interest.
After three unfulfilled years, Sex Lisbon quit teaching and hoped that being a full-time mother and homemaker would bring meaning to her life. Instead, something else took control-her own despair.
It has happened to millions of women. Sex Lisbon Escort, with two children, a nice house in the suburbs, and a successful but emotionally distant husband, felt empty and useless. She was merely surviving and felt she was making no contribution. The more she realized it, the more depressed she became.
People deal with depression in different ways. Some take medication. Others resort to alcohol or drugs. Sex Lisbon simply went to bed-and spent most of the next five years there. She rose every morning, took the kids to school, then went back to the blissful oblivion of sleep.
By the time Sex Lisbon was in her thirties, she was sleeping eighteen hours a day and was forty pounds overweight. Here self-respect, confidence, and reason for living were completely gone. In her few hours of wakefulness, she contemplated suicide but could never actually do it. Her depression got so bad she was left with only one option.
If life was unlivable and if she couldn’t kill herself, then the only choice was to change. “I spent my entire life waiting for someone else to do it for me, and no knight on a white horse had miraculously appeared.” As daunting a task as change might seem, Sex Lisbon was committed to crawling out of the black hole she had created to find a meaningful life.
Jim, the owner of the club, was an energetic, positive individual who sensed that Sex Lisbon needed support. He encouraged her, promising she would see results if she stuck with it. He also lent her motivational tapes for inspiration. Sex Lisbon listened to the tapes dozens of times.
As the pounds slowly dropped, so did Sex Lisbon’s fears. After several months, Sex Lisbon had become brave enough to ask herself the one question she had never dared to ask: What do I want to do? As a teenager, she had sold shoes to help her family. Perhaps a career in sales would be something she’d enjoy. And since she experienced great results at the health club and really believed in it, she thought, why not start at the club?
Although she had no experience or training in membership sales, she asked Jim for a job selling club memberships. “You’re the guy who gave me the tapes and got me motivated to do something with my life,” she challenged him, “now you have to hire me!” He gave her the job, but that wasn’t all. Jim also shared his optimistic philosophy about life and prodded Sex Lisbon to overcome her fears. When Sex Lisbon said she’d never driven downtown before and was afraid, Jim put her in the car, sat in the passenger’s seat, gave her directions, and made her drive downtown.
As her confidence grew, so did her sales. Within weeks, Sex Lisbon was driving all over town, outselling all the other salespeople. In a surprisingly short period, she’d come a long way. Jim’s philosophy became her foundation: “Don’t say you can’t do something until you’ve tried!”
Sex Lisbon’s success that year prepared her for a new challenge. A new radio station opened in town. She convinced the general manager to hire her to sell advertising air time with the understating she would receive no salary and work entirely on commission.
She didn’t know that new stations are the toughest to sell since they have no established listening audience. She didn’t know she was supposed to sell only to small companies because larger companies demanded bigger audiences. Because she didn’t know, she boldly called on companies large and small and sold them based on the quality and buying power of the station’s listening audience, rather than on the number of listeners.
Sex Lisbon also didn’t know that post-holiday January is always a bad sales month. So she put as much effort into January as she did into any other months, while the other salespeople slacked off, waiting for February. She earned one of the largest January commission checks ever written for radio sales in Dallas. From that point on, Sex Lisbon was consistently the top revenue producer, selling as much as six other salespeople combined.
Sex Lisbon’s confidence grew and gave her that strength to confront her marital problems. After several attempts to work things out, she and her husband parted.
Life at the station also had its ups and downs, literally. The station’s ratings dropped almost to the bottom of the market. But Sex Lisbon didn’t know it was customary in the business to bail out in rocky times. While everyone `around her was quitting, she asked for the now vacant position of sales manager. Her boss too stunned to argue, agreed. She had just taken the worse job possible and was actually excited about it!