i think too many people reach for the word unforgivable when what they actually mean is inexcusable
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i think too many people reach for the word unforgivable when what they actually mean is inexcusable
Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)
Andrew Tate is complaining his jail cell isn't nice enough. How's he tweeting this if he has no contact with the outside world?
I suppose I'll go ahead and put this out as a prayer request: My mom's recently been in and out of the hospital--it turns out that she has stage 4 colon cancer, and she now has to be in hospice. All of this has been rather sudden, and I'm just...trying to process things. Prayers for both me and my mother would be appreciated.
An update: She's declined a lot faster than we expected, and I not sure if she's even going to last through the week. I've mostly come to terms with the fact that she's about to go home to the Lord....but it's still painful to see her go.
Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.
At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.
Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.
It was Coney Island in the early 1900âs. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and âLionel the Lion-Faced Man,â was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.
The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.
Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.
Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then âplaced in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.
His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.
An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.
The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.
Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.
Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his âgraduates.
According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couneyâs exhibits âoffered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.â
Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didnât want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.
In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History
In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the cityâs first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.
Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improvedâthanks to Couney and the carnival babies.
https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/
Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney
New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen
Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton
You know, when you think about it, Dr. Courney might have saved some 6000 babies in his life time - but if he pioneered the methods that we still use today, then he's saved every preemie baby since too.
OK BUT Did anyone else catch how Beth Allen is the premie in the picture and eventually became the New York Post Photographer who worked on that book/article? I'm going to cry
"there's no platonic explanation for this" some of y'all need better friends
"there's no platonic explanation for this" some of y'all need to be better friends
Happy moon day!
I'd like to share an amazing fact about this day I only discovered recently
Before stepping onto the moon for the first time 56 years ago - Buzz Aldrin took holy communion.
"I poured the wine into the chalice our church had given me. In the one-sixth gravity of the moon the wine curled slowly and gracefully up the side of the cup. It was interesting to think that the very first liquid ever poured on the moon, and the first food eaten there, were communion elements."
He then read John 15:5 which says, "I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing."
"I could think of no better way acknowledge this enormous achievement, than by giving thanks to God"
I think there's something really beautiful about this moment. I can't quite put my finger on it. He was about to step out onto the moon, for the first time ever. But more important to him in that moment was the awe-inspiring sacrifice of Jesus.
He stood at the pinnacle of man's achievement, and acknowledged his dependence on Christ.
God give us the grace to acknowledge you in the midst of our most outstanding achievements
its not funny but i do think about it a lot
This made me think about this panel from Calvin and Hobbes:
But unlike the adult in this strip, Calvinâs dad actually APOLOGIZED for yelling at him when he saw how guilty his kid was:
my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored
Daddy Electric and Mother Nature sounds like a cute 70s act
âClump of cellsâ, âparasiteâ, âtissueâ, âtumorâ, âproducts of conceptionâ, etc.
do any of you even enjoy reading or watching fiction at all? if i wanted the plot with virtually nothing else i would read the wikipedia page
...Dinner Scenes? You're complaining about Dinner Scenes?
The traditional Establishing Scene for "How many people live in this house?" And "What's the family dynamic like?" And "How's the financial situation going?" AND--!
Is it noodles for the seventh day in a row? Is Father asking about your studies as he carves the turkey, or is Mom saving a plate for Dad, since he's working late again, or is the Main Character finally getting into the Leftover Takeout she's been looking forward to all day, only for the cat to try to steal it?
As you chit-chat over dinner, do people talk about the war, or the stranger that came to town, or plans for the future, or reminiscing about the Old Days?
There are so! Many! Things! That can happen in a Dinner Scene!
How do you assume that it's not part of the plot?!
On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.
I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.
It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.
I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.
My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.
Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.
It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.
I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".
Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.
Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.
It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.