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The phrase 'Draw Sign Word Later' in airSlate SignNow refers to the feature that allows users to create a handwritten signature directly on the document. This functionality is particularly useful for those who want a personal touch to their digital agreements. By enabling this feature, you can easily draw your signature whenever needed, enhancing the authenticity of your eSignatures.

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Yes, the 'Draw Sign Word Later' feature is available in all airSlate SignNow plans, making it accessible for every user. Whether you choose the basic or premium plan, you will be able to draw your signature whenever you need to sign or send documents. This inclusivity ensures that all users can take advantage of personalized eSignatures.

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It was my Dad on the telephone, calling me from home to ask if I would drive round to visit them right now.I asked him if everything was OK?He told me that mum had not spoken to him for three days, nor cooked a meal and he had survived on biscuits and cups of tea.I told him i would be right over. I left my husband at home incase our daughter should waken up while I was gone.I was wondering if maybe she had experienced a stroke as i drive.When I arrived, I let myself in with a key and proceeded into the kitchen where Dad was making the cup of tea for everyone.I asked if Mum was in the lounge. He told me to go on through and ‘see what I could make of Mum’s lack of speech’I asked him if they had argued or disagreed and he denied anything had taken place between them but she was sleeping in a different room and not eating meals but drinking the cups of tea he made for her but not talking at all.I walked into the lounge with a breezy‘Hi Mum!’She looked up and smiled and talked to me immediately and she seemed normal as Mum ever did to me. I then decided there must have been some misunderstood words between her and Dad somewhere during the previous days, although it was not Mum’s habit to stop speaking for any reason.Still, at least she did not appear to have suffered a stroke thankfully.Eventually when I was leaving I promised to call in the following Day.Everything seemed usual and normal with Mum.The late night telephone calls from Dad started to become a regular occurrence.I would go down to their home and Mum was be her usual self with me, yet Dad had claimed that yet again, no meals and no speaking to him for several days.Then the calls stopped and normality resumed.A few months later Dad died suddenly. After two nights and days at the hospital I brought Mum home.Several options were discussed regarding where Mum should live as she felt it was ridiculous to continue living alone in a big three bed house without a car (she did not drive) but twenty minutes from town, so we started looking for a home where we could all share while Mum could have her own part to herself too.We looked at many houses and found some we were considering.I went around to her house to discuss the details and the smell was acrid when I entered the hall. It was the first boiled egg , one of many to come, brown and in a pan, on the cooker, boiled dry and burning.Here had arrived the dreaded Frontal Temporal Lobe Dementia, taking its prisoner at the young age of sixty two years old.The not speaking is a unique first stage symptom, among many others, of the Disease that robs lives much younger than the more common Alzheimer's Dementia.Other early symptoms were paranoia..she became convinced that this man she knew, had been in the house ‘with his cronies’ and scratched the chair arms.Nearly every night just after I had left her, she would ring me with some other problem she had noticed such as her ornaments had all developed cracks and chips where before there were none..and she would insist, but I saw none where she saw many.She also claimed this man had visited her, after having had a duplicate key cut to the inner back door so he could do all this damage while she was asleep.‘How would he get in through the outer back door Mum?’‘I don’t know, how would I know, I have never been a locksmith?!’My usual Mum was gone forever it seemed.At least she never did stop recognising me and she lived on into her nineties despite getting run over by a landrover while on a country walk after she had ‘escaped’ from the Care home she had to go to eventually. She went very ‘strange’ and would take her camera and walk around the local village taking photographs of everyone. Still Mum the photographer but she had become ‘that strange old lady who wanders around the village with a camera’It is a very strange type of Dementia. But it is still the thief in the night.It steals away the person you once knew, never to be known again. Seen but never quite understood.Your own parent’s familiar ways and nuances were secreted away one night, without warning, never to return again.And only your memories of them remain.Their body is familiar but a complete stranger inhabits the shell.

The early languages started in the form of signs which were used by human being s. Later the signs took a better form of shapes and drawings then the shapes got sounds and then to words later to letters and literature. That's how a language is formed by the natives

Break it off. There's a technique many people use when they have two choices and are not able to choose between them. They flip a coin. You might have heard of this technique before but here's how it works. 1) You assign Heads as option 1 and Tails as option 2.2) Flip the coin. When coin is in mid air you would secretly be wishing for a particular outcome. Suppose option 2 is the one you want the most, your mind would be saying "please be Tails, please be Tails".3) You don't need to see the outcome now. You already have your answer.What we learn from above experiment is as long as choice is in their hand people suck at making a decision. But as soon as you take away that choice, they realize what they actually want. So you my friend are the coin. Break it off and tell her it's over. Either she'll be happy or she won't be, whatever it is she'll be able to finally make a decision as to what she wants.

No explanation, only example this time ::Lets suppose, your a businessman and you have sold goods to me, but I don't have money to pay today but I'm certain to pay on a later date say after a month,so now I draw a bill in your favour which says I promise this person to pay a specified amount after a month and sign underneath , it's absolutely fine with you but you can't wait till one whole month!!! As even u too need cash for running your business on daily basis.Now u can approach a bank and instruct the bank to pay you now and collect the specified amount a month later (as written in the bill) on your behalf from me.Now here what the bank does is it pays you the amount after deducting applicable commissions and pays the rest of the amount.Advantages?You sold your products/goods and also got paid without having to lose either your customer or the business.I got the products/goods not having paid to you today and will be paying you later.And bank makes a good commission.Bank usually discount Govt. Bills so that chances of default are almost nil whereas it runs on risk if it were transactions as of ours as chances of ME defaulting on my words are more !!!P.S:: Plz UPVOTE, if you find my answer useful.

Following are the rarest photographs of historical figures at random events.1.Indian Police motorcycle with a mounted sidecar machine gun. New York City, May 16 1918.2. Spanish Civil War, Republican militia near Aragon front, September 1936. (Colourised)3. Troops of the Eight-Nation Alliance in 1900. Left to right: Britain, United States, Australia,India, Germany, France, Russia, Italy, Japan.4. India-Soviet Friendship Poster (Soviet Union, date unknown)5. The original Ronald McDonald, 1963.6. Statue of Liberty towering over Paris just before it was disassembled and shipped to New York. (1884).7. Japanese Boy Scouts being trained with rifles, 1916.8. One year old Emperor of Japan Hirohito in 1902, He ruled Japan from 25 December 1926 to 7 January 1989.9. Imperial Japanese Navy aircraft carrier 'Akagi' April, 1942 during the Indian Ocean Raid as seen from an aircraft that has just taken off from her deck.10. Indian soldiers with Italian civilians, World War II, 1945.11. Seven foot tall German soldier, Jacob Naken, speaking with the Canadian soldier who captured him at Calais, France, September 29, 1944. (Colorized)12. Warriors of the Dayak headhunter tribe. Borneo 1940s .13. Child labor at the Loray Mills Gastonia North Carolina in 1912.14. Jewish women before their execution in Skede, Latvia, December 15-17, 1941.15. The interior of 1936 Imperial Airlines airplane.16. Leader of the American Nazi Party clashes with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.17. Princess Diana sitting on the fender of Charles's vintage Aston Martin, 1987.18. Portrait of a Union soldier in Missouri, 1863.19. 15 year old German soldier Hans Georg Henke cries after being captured by the US 9th Army in Rechtenbach, Hesse, Germany, Tuesday, 3 April 194520. Two Armenian counter militias fighting the Armenian genocide perpetrated by the Turkish Ottomans 1915.21. The Tōya Maru (洞爺丸) was a Japanese train ferry which sank in a Typhoon on 26 September 1954 and 1154 people died.22. Ruine of a Temple in India which was destroyed by Mughal emperor ,(Photo taken 1869)23. Mushroom cloud from the atomic explosion over Nagasaki at 11:02 a.m., August 9, 1945.24. Indian Army's officers of 4 Sikh Regiment had captured a Police Station in Lahore, Pakistan(2nd largest city of Pakistan) in 1965 during indo Pak war.25. The first flight of an airplane, the Wright Flyer on December 17, 1903.26. A British couple sleeps inside a "Morrison shelter” used as protection from collapsing homes during the WWII 'Blitz' bombing raids... March 194127. Abraham Lincoln and George McClellan after the Battle of Antietam in 1862.28. It's the first big oil well in Iran and it sets off a wave of exploration, extraction and exploitation that will change the region's and the world's history, 1908.29. Albert Einstein posing for a portrait painting.30. Adolf Hitler with Helga Goebbels, 1936. She was 12 years old when her parents killed her with a cyanide capsule.31. Australian former POWs (Prisoners of War) after their release from captivity in Singapore, 1945. Photograph by Z. Oliver via AWM.32. Mulberry Street, New York City, 1900.33. Smart Phone. Circa 1880, this early switchboard operator hardware weighed 6 pounds.34. Jeremy Corbyn arrested after protesting against Apartheid regime (Racial segregation of white minorities). out side the South African Embassy in 1984.35. A German soldier treats a wounded Russian civilian. ca. 1941.36. Soviet And Nazi Soldiers Talking After The Successful Invasion Of Poland, September 1939.37. “Smokey” Buchanan from the West Palm Beach police force, measuring the bathing suit of Betty Fringle on Palm Beach, to ensure that it conforms with regulations introduced by the beach censors in 1925.38. Che Guevara, at the battle of Santa Clara, 1958.39. Mahatma Gandhi (right) with his eldest brother Laxmidas in 1886.40. “A Gurkha, a Brahmin and a Sood in traditional garb, Simla”, ca.1868.Adding few more!41. The Great White Hurricane - New York. 1888, one of the worst blizzards in American history strikes the Northeast, killing more than 400 people and dumping as much as 55 inches of snow in some areas.42. Argentine soldiers buy postcards at a souvenir shop in Port Stanley, on Falkland Islands, on April 13, 1982, shortly before the British respond to their invasion.43. The first mobile phone: Bell Labs two way radio telephone, 1924.44. First ever ride on the subway... London, 1863.45. African girl in a human zoo, Belgium 1958.46. “Group of Sioux Indians”, 1875.47. Women protesting forced Hijab days after the revolution, Iran, 1979.48. Women firefighters direct a hose after the Japanese attack on the US naval base at Pearl Harbor (1941).49. The Golden Gate Bridge on its opening day in San Francisco, May 27th, 1937.50. A Japanese American unfurled this banner the day after the Pearl Harbor attack. (Dec 1941)Thanks for the scrolls!Source: Random Telegram Channels

I have considered myself a feminist since i first came across the term and tried to understand its meaning.This is because men are human beings and so are females. And both of them deserve to have equal rights and equal access to all amenities. However due to the social structure, and the way biology has determined the reproductive structure of men and women, men have always been at a more advantageous position over women throughout the ages. (I would suggest everyone to read the book Sapiens by Yuval Harari for a comprehensive understanding of the gender differences and issues faced).Even in the current scenario and date, in lot of countries, women do not have access to the same rights and facilities as men do. Most of the cases of sexual assault are of men assaulting women (this does not mean that the reverse does not occur, its just a case of overwhelming dominance by one gender over the other).In such a scenario, it is imperative that we focus on getting women on the same platform where men currently stand. This is not to say that mens rights should be curtailed or one gender been given preference over the other. However to try to correct the historical imbalance, it is important to focus on women rights. That is why the term feminism, to make sure no woman is left behind just because she is a woman.Unfortunately many men choose to believe that feminism is all about hating men and belittling them. Of unjustly asking for reservation in public transport, educational institutions, etc. And several men, on Quora and otherwise restrict their views to False rape cases, fake dowry allegations and similar things. But they fail to see the larger picture- The miserable plight of women in a large number of countries across the globe. High maternity deaths, lack of access to schools, toilets and healthcare making it a humongous task for women to make a living for themselves.And add to it the additional burden of sexual assault, molestation and domestic violence. We have done very little to address these issues.And i believe both men and women need to come together, work together to address these imbalances, and help make the world a better place to live in for both genders.Till that time, it is important to promote feminism.

Perhaps the earliest symbol used to identify a place or person with the Christian faith or membership in the body of believers in Jesus the Christ was the sign of the fish. The “ICHTHYS” (or sometimes rendered “ICHTHUS”) symbol is a clever acronymic representation of the Greek:Ἰησοῦς = JesusΧριστός = (the) ChristΘεοῦ = God’sΥἱός = SonΣωτήρ = SaviorIchthys is also the Greek word for fish. Early followers of The Way (the term “Christian” was not widely used until the end of the 1st and early 2nd century) commonly used this acronymic because it was easy to remember, easy to draw a graphical representation without details or knowing how to write Greek letters, and it had the benefit of being a reference to several miracles that Jesus did that were associated with fish—feeding of the 5,000, feeding of the 4,000, miraculous catch of fish by the fishing disciples, the coin in the fish’s mouth, and so on—and Jesus’ saying to his early disciples, as he was gathering them from around Galilee: “I will make you fishers of men.”Above: An early Icthys symbol found at a site in ancient Ephesus. Probably early to mid 2nd Century. The acronymic is lettered on the left and on the right a calligram (some now refer to these symbols as Christograms) that includes all of the letters in the acronym (and that looks a bit like a pizza or a geometry problem). The drawing that looks like a fish (and that you can now see on the backs of minivans across the USA) apparently became more popular later in the 2nd and into the 3rd centuries.It is unlikely that people took to wearing fish jewelry as Christian symbols in those days. we have no evidence of such jewelry from archeological digs or collections of late 1st Century/early 2nd Century artifacts or descriptions of them in texts.In the 1st and early 2nd Centuries, the Roman cross of crucifixion was considered a pretty gruesome thing to Christians. We do not have early writings outside of the New Testament texts that refer to followers of Jesus with referent symbology of the cross or of crucifixion. As we get into the 2nd Century, scriptural echoes of Christians “carrying their cross” in Christian writings, but more importantly (as evidence of common usage), we see references to the cross symbology made in anti-Christian writing [Minucius Felix, Octavius of Minucius Felix chap 9 & 29]. By the third Century (204 C.E.), Tertullian is referring to Christians as “devotees to the cross.” [see his book, De Corona]. By that time, we know people were tracing the sign of the cross on their foreheads as a sign and symbol and that the view of the cross had changed from a symbol of torture and death into a symbol of Jesus the Christ’s victory over death.It would have been at this time that it would seem entirely reasonable that people would have begun to fashion simple small crosses to carry or wear as their symbol of the “Victory of the Cross,” one of the central tenets of Christianity. It was not until the time of Constantine that the cross became a more universal symbol within the corporate Church.Some time after Constantine (perhaps a little more than 100 years later) the Roman Church symbol began to include the crucified Christ upon the cross and the “crucifix” (as we now call it) became the Latin Rite’s reprepresentation of the cross and of the Church in general.So…TL;DR: The first simple crosses were likely first displayed, carried, or worn sometime in the very late 2nd to early 3rd Century. The crucifix of the Roman Church would have appeared sometime later; perhaps 100–200 years later.

In my late teens and early twenties, my boyfriend would always tell me he was going to die young or live forever. I would tell him to stop saying that because he couldn’t possibly live forever. He would laugh, so unaffected by the thought of dying young. So one night after he’d said it again while we were lying in bed I jabbed him in the ribs. He laughed yelled “ow!” and said what was that for? I told him every time he said it from now on I was going to poke him right between the ribs and make him wish he was dead. He laughed and turned on me, poking me in the ribs where I was most ticklish. He said “alright then, then after I’m good and young and dead I’m going to haunt your ass and jab you every time you annoy me!” This turned into a ridiculous sort of assaulting tickle fight. A night I remember fondly.A few months later, I was 21 and he was 24. We’d spent the day watching movies with my best friend. It was June 22, 2007. A beautiful summer Friday evening. We decided to go be outside somewhere. Enjoy the weather. So we gathered some friends and dogs and skateboards and took off. The first part of the evening was full of laughter and summer sweat. But less than two hours after we left my house, the night was full of screams and too much blood. We had been jumped on an elementary school playground in Baltimore County and in trying to protect me my boyfriend was brutally assaulted in front of me, beaten by three men with baseball bats.The moments between the actual attack and getting to shock trauma are flashes. There’s the flash of me holding his broken body, begging him not to leave me. Flashes of his grip on my hand weakening. His eyes rolling back into his head if I stopped talking to him long enough to scream at the two women who had stopped to call 911, demanding why it was taking so long. There’s the flash of the EMTs arriving, telling me not to let him go yet as they secured his neck. Me begging them to tell me he was going to be okay and their refusal to speak or look at me. Flashes of the wind of the helicopter landing and of him being loaded into it, me falling to the ground so hard my knees bled for days, praying to a god I didn’t even believe in. Flashes of flying down the highway to get to Hopkins. Apparently the entire way I rocked and sobbed “please don’t take him away from me,” though I don’t remember.I was numb and in shock and already experiencing PTSD from what I saw. I was questioned by police, shuffled from waiting room to interview room and back. Numb. Sticky. Staring at the blood on my hands I’d refused to let the firefighters wash off, so afraid they’d be washing him away for good. I sat in a small chair in the waiting area, covered in his vomit and so much blood that had poured from his broken body, namely the large opening in his skull, that it looked like motor oil. Looking back this time is a blur, I have only two clear memories of the wait to go see him. I remember a fly buzzing around the vomit on my knee. Then I remember running people. Crying people. I remember glancing up to see a very famous skateboarder sitting in the chair next me. Tears streaming down his face. I watched the tears for a moment before went back to staring at the fly on my knee.A day later while my boyfriend was in a drug induced coma I learned that at the exact moment my boyfriend was being jumped, Stephen Murray was taking his turn on the Baltimore stop of the BMX Dew Tour. He was flying through the air, attempting a double back flip, turning the wrong way and landing even worse on his neck. He was flown into shock trauma just seconds after my boyfriend. They didn’t know if either man would make it. I spent the next week numbly spending time with Stephen’s at the time wife, who was also named Melissa. We swapped pills we’d been prescribed to try to get through what was happening around us, chain smoked outside and she invited me over for spaghetti to the empty home the Dew Tour had set her up in down the street. I came to know his family and friends. In fact the moment I learned my boyfriend was having part of his skull removed to try to accommodate the swelling in his brain, I stepped off the elevator and there stood Stephen’s mother Cynthia and his brother. She took one look at my face and wrapped me in her arms. Holding me as I sobbed before asking in her unbelievably soothing English accent, “do you have a mum here?” I’ll never forget that woman, that hug or that voice. Warmth I latched onto in that cold sterile hallway.Stephen survived his accident a Quadriplegic and my boyfriend died July 10. Eighteen days after the attack and on my baby brother’s seventeenth birthday. The days after I barely remember. I recall I picked out the clothes he would be buried in but couldn’t go to the funeral. I couldn’t see him in a casket, the hospital had been bad enough. After the funeral many of my friends came to my door to check on me. One of them was one of the kindest most unbelievably genuine people I’d ever know, named Mark. Mark would continue to check on me every day after we the others all faded away, unsure how to talk to or be around me. But not Mark. He texted, called or just showed up for months to make sure I was at bare minimal surviving.Two weeks ago yesterday I stood at the podium at Mark’s viewing, looking down on him in his own casket, sharing that very story. While standing there I mentioned my boyfriend. I mentioned how he and Mark and I spent one summer together. I mentioned how Mark had been there for after the murder and I mentioned that they were together now.After I sat down and began listening to another person share a story about Mark, I thought back to Mark sitting next to me on my front step a month after the murder. He’d shown up at my door and dragged me out into the sun. I began crying that day. Mark jokingly told me to stop being a cry baby that my boyfriend would hate it. At that exact moment I felt Mark jab me between the ribs. I jumped and went to swat his hand away but his hands were in front of him. Mark looked at me funny and asked what was wrong. I told him what my boyfriend had said about poking me in the ribs. Mark laughed his huge laugh from his beautiful shit eating grin and said he totally believed my boyfriend was jabbing me in the ribs for being a cry baby. He’d have done the same thing he said before playfully shoving my shoulder and wrapping an arm around me.Two weeks ago yesterday I sat on a small love seat across from Mark in his casket with my current fiancé, in a room swollen full of young people and I thought back to that moment and I began to sob again. Next to me my fiancé shifted in his seat, my eyes were locked on Mark in his casket, and I felt a jab between my ribs. I flinched and looked to my fiancé, my eyes wide, but he was leaning away from me signNowing for a tissue. I looked back to Mark, remember his big shit eating grin saying of course it was my boyfriend jabbing me in the ribs for being a cry baby, he would do the same thing!And all I could do was smile.