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Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Sleep for 7 hours. Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. Play more games. Read more books than you did the previous year. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6. Dream more while you are awake. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. Drink plenty of water. Smile and laugh more. Don’t waste your precious energy or time on gossip. Forget issues of the past. They’ll just ruin your present happiness. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone, so don’t even try. Don’t take yourself so seriously. You don’t have to win every argument. Just agree to disagree. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present. Don’t compare your life to others’. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don’t compare your partner with others either. What other people think of you is none of your business. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. Call your family often. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy. Each day give something good to others.

It is part of their culture, or more correctly, subculture. Watching them closely while making clinical software, I could see they choose to do this to themselves. It is a little point of pride and one more story in the "we're special and different from you" book of M(inor) D(eity).  Recall that, preventable medical errors are the 3rd most common cause of death in the US, after heart disease (600,000) and cancer (580,000). Tired, rushed doctors kill *400,000 people per year. Compare that to 88,000 for alcohol, 33,000 for automobiles and 32,000 for firearms. One out of three hospital patients will encounter an error. Imagine if banks or airlines had those error rates. Of the top ten nations with the best medical care, the US is not even on the list, at #11.  In that group, we're last in access, least efficient, dead last in equity of care and length of healthy life. We are number 1 in price, paying about double for our poorer care, compared to the top 10 of the UK, Switzerland, Sweden, Australia, Germany, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, France and Canada, in that order. BTW, the UK, at #1,  has about 11,000 deaths per year from preventable medical errors. All of the top nations have universal healthcare systems. All of them. Sadly, here the noisy, under informed rank and file equate national health with communism and so have a visceral negative reaction to the idea. In reality, national health would make our nation more business friendly and attract jobs. Ballooning healthcare costs are a serious burden to companies both large and small. Working to a frequent state of exhaustion, by a group that makes life and death decisions and should certainly know better, is not justifiable. This is one tradition that should go out with blood letting and not washing hands between patients. I've watched a zoned out doctor plug the Insure feeding fluid into a chest drain tube, instead of a feeding tube. This kind of thing is the definition of preventable.*Note, some professional organizations list fatal errors at one tenth to one fifth of this number (44,000 to 98,000) but base their numbers on an automated review of discharge codes. A review of actual patient charts shows many more errors, as indicated by this number.

Oh, it could get far worse than that. This discussion so far is only about people buying their own coverage, but it can also affect small businesses.My girlfriend has PKD (polycystic kidney disease) of the hereditary variety. This means that her whole life, she’s known her kidneys would eventually shut down. Her mother and her twin sister were both on dialysis for years before succumbing to complications. She’s been on dialysis longer than either of them were, but is mostly coping with it well so far.Her dialysis is done three times a week, and her insurance is billed at a rate of $10k a week, if I remember correctly. No clue how much of that actually gets paid.None of that is the problem that I’m discussing, just the background.The problem? When she was in her early twenties, over two decades before her kidneys failed, she had a job working for a friend’s small business. The business was expanding, and they wanted to start offering health insurance as a job benefit. They got turned down by the first two insurance companies they tried to work with. My girlfriend told her friend/boss “It’s my fault, they won’t make a profit off of the company if they eventually have to cover my kidney failure” and quit her job. Her friend’s company got signed by the next company they applied to, and my girlfriend spent the next 20 years only insured when she was working for major companies, because one very unprofitable policy in a large pool cuts into the profit, but in a small pool, the entire pool operates at a loss.The thing is, as far as the AHCA backers are concerned, this is how health insurance is supposed to operate, as pools made up of policies of similar cost with each pool being profitable overall. They’ve tagged a few billion to subsidize high risk pools, but I’m not aware of any non-partisan analysis that thinks that that budget will cover more than a small portion of the policies of people with illnesses that require expensive treatment.EDIT: Since it got voted down in the Senate and isn’t discussed anymore, I should explain what the American Health Care Act of 2017 - Wikipedia (also known as AHCA and as TrumpCare mostly by its detractors) was. Basically, it was a Republican plan to partially repeal the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act - Wikipedia (also known as ACA or ObamaCare) and replace it with something that was supposed to increase choice in insurance, but it did so mostly by letting insurance companies cover less and charge more, relying on the free market to keep the insurance companies in check. In fact, it would seem to be the pre-existing conditions issue that broke support for the AHCA, as even more moderate Republicans saw coverage of them as a generally good thing.Even if the insurance companies are only paying 10% of the billed amount, my girlfriend’s insurance would have to cost over $4k a month for it to stand any chance of breaking even. Almost half a million dialysis patients, at $4k a month, and you’ve just spent over twice the amount that AHCA has set aside for the high risk pools. And that’s just for dialysis and assuming that the insurance will only have to pay for 10% of the billed amount.Think about it. Through no fault of her own, she was born with a condition that means that she would eventually be rich, insured, or dead from that condition. It also meant that she couldn’t work for friends and refused to get married, as that could mess up their insurance. It’s sucky enough to know you’re going to have those kinds of medical conditions later in life, and worse to know how hard it could be financially, but to know that you can mess up other people’s life just by getting grouped up with them?I’m sorry, but even though I was raised republican, initially registered as republican, spent time registered as a libertarian, and have never drifted far enough to register as a democrat, that’s too cutthroat for my tastes. Even when I was married to an outright anarchist, I don’t think I could have looked at this situation and said “Nope, you’re on your own.” I might have thought that in the general case back then, but it’s because I was ignorant of the reality of cases like this.And yet, this is the condition that AHCA backers want to return us to.

First, I would eliminate normal civil marriage. We need to start everyone out on a level playing field. I would eliminate a lot of the federal benefits of marriage; there is no reason why that one lifestyle should be privileged over others.Then, I would take the most important marriage rights; medical power of attorney, financial power of attorney, inheritance, hospital visits, financial sharing, benefits beneficiaries, etc., and list them on a long piece of paper with check boxes. People who want to get "married" could go to a clerk and fill out the boxes with the rights they want to designate to that person. They would be able to fill out multiple boxes for multiple people; for those rights that could come into conflict (like power of attorney), the form with the most recent date would overrule others if the bearers disagreed on something. Forms could also be voided at the grantee's discretion. Children should be handled completely separately from marriage. Biological parents (who are on the birth certificate) already have certain established rights and I think that works well. I think that the biological parents should also be able to designate secondary custodians (similar to how grandparents have certain rights with regards to their grandchildren in some states) as they choose; it would take both parents to grant such rights, but they should not be able to revoke them without proving the association is harmful to the children.

Hospitals attach those matching bracelets on mom and baby. However, I was still given the wrong baby!This was 2001 in a reputable hospital near Philadelphia. It was my second child so I knew the drill. A few hours after birth they took my son for tests and whatnot. I slept a little and woke to the nurse bringing him into my room. She told me he was doing well but was still spitting up a lot of mucus. Then she left. I thought, still? he hadn’t been mucusy when he left. He was wrapped completely in blankets with only his gorgeous little face visible. He started to whimper so I picked him up and thought I would try to nurse him a little. The whimper turned to a cough and then he began to choke on that mucus. I was alarmed. I turned him over, gently tapping on his back. Pressed the nurse button. A prickly feeling that something wasn’t right began to grow. As I patted the baby I quickly scanned the card on the bassinet. It said Andrew. I hadn’t named the baby yet, but Andrew had been a contender. I wondered if it was possible my husband had told them his name was Andrew without speaking to me? Decided it wasn’t likely. Andrew is still choking, I press the nurse button again. Then turn him slightly to see his ears. They were both perfect. My baby had had a strange fold in one ear. Now I know definitively that I am holding someone else’s baby, and this someone else’s baby is choking in my arms. All this takes places in seconds. As I’m about to go into the hallway on my rickety post-delivery legs to find help, the nurse rushes back in. She says she realized what she had done. She takes the baby. Resolves the choking (I don’t remember how). Apologizes. Apologizes again. I ask her if my baby is with Andrew’s mom? She says, no, no. But I can’t tell if she’s lying. She leaves and comes back a few moments later with my unnamed, ear-deformed, but otherwise perfectly healthy baby. I don’t tell anyone about the mix-up except my husband, but we don’t let baby leave my room without us after that. We decide not to name him Andrew.Baby Not-Andrew and his strange ear

Around strangers, it's easy. Around friends and neighbors, its work.Most people in the United States have at least one of my products in their home, and would instantly recognize the company, but they wouldn't know me. There's never a random “hey, aren't you the CEO of…” on the street, or checking into a hotel, so that part is fairly easy.On the flip side, I think I've done a pretty good job of keeping things on the down low among friends. I personally bring home about $4 million a year, but I'm not really into displays of wealth - not because I'm actively hiding anything, I just think most of that stuff is kind of tacky and isn't interesting.Our house isn’t over the top. It's larger than average, but we also have three kids so that's expected. It does sit on 60 acres, but we tell people only five of those acres are ours. We have a couple of cars (her primary, my primary, a truck, and a couple of classics in the garage) but all are American made and none newer than five years old. Both of the classics are actually pretty rare cars which would fetch over $100k a piece if I ever sold them, but since I'm also known for being kind of a gear head and did a lot of work on it myself, everyone just assumes they were once junkers I brought back from the dead or aren't all original parts.This part is pretty easy since there visibly aren't too many cues that would tip someone off. Everything was paid for with cash, including the house, but realistically outside of the land value, someone making $150k-200k could afford all of the same stuff if they financed/mortgaged it.The main difficulty is trying to relate and being careful what I say. Most of our friends are in that $150–200k range, but they're in debt up to their eyeballs to maintain their lifestyles. They're driving new leased Mercedes and BMW’s and probably think they're doing better than I am financially - which is fine by me.Its just little things I have to watch out for. A buddy invited me to bring one of the classics to a car show he was going to once, but I declined and said it acting up and I needed to work on it. I left the hood up for a week in case he came over. Really I just didn't want the attention - someone there would have recognized it for what it was. Occasionally when someone notices how much land surrounds my house, I'll say something like I hope the owner never decides to build on it. Before we take a family trip, I will mention that I'm saving up for it a couple months prior, when really we could just go. I also own property in other states that no one knows about - one of them is a place along a river in Tennessee and a few of us are going down there next month to witness the eclipse. They think it's just a place I rented for the weekend.Honestly, I don't like the deception - these are good friends, but seeing how they all are with their money and how they regard it, I don't want them to know the truth. I hear about all of their money problems and how they talk about other people who are better off than they are, and there's a lot of disdain and jealously there. it's just not worth the hassle. The problem is I think most of the people I've met in my own income bracket and higher are pretentious douchebags, so I don't really want to hang out with them either.My life doesn't revolve around money, and that isn't the case for most of the people I've met with an income over $1 million, so I don't really relate to them. I would rather vacation to a rustic cabin in the woods than some flashy five star resort.

My ex husband and I married for over 10 years.When I first met him, he was too good to be true. Loving understanding, generous, kind and promised the world to me. His well respected cops admire by everyone at his town and colleagues. He was a hero to other. He was the first guy I’ve ever been with. I fully trusted him just like my parents relationship trusting, respect and always have your back. I always knew I’ll marry a good man, since I am a happy soul.I Left my life back home to start a new fresh life to a new land and new culture with the man I married. I was excited to start a new beginning.Few weeks after moving in to his place as a married couple I saw the very first red flag of the wonderful man I’ve thought, I found a bunch of naked photos he collected from different women, He gave me a beautiful re-assurance as to why he had those photos.. it’s believable he cried.I was young inexperience 19 y/o, living thousand miles across the country away from my family and friends, Naive enough to believe in everything he says, well I supposed to trust my husband he’s a lot older than me so I figured I’m safer, If he wasn’t a cop he would be a great life speaker. He has the skills to convince anyone to believed everything he said.Within the same year I got pregnant with a beautiful girl she’s a blessing to me. His cheating became evident. Calling names became his favorite word. He is a good player and a Dangerous one I felt bad for the women who fell into his lies. He used them to feed his ego.A part of his strategy is to make sure i know nothing about the world I’m living in, staying dumb and clueless is what he likes, he acts like Mr. Google and everyone is below him.He made sure that my name is no longer what my parents gave me, he granted me a new nick name(cunt, whore, dumb,ugly and more) I didn’t like it but he sure gets the joy out of it.From being happy and positive young person I am, I become isolated, sad and Angry. His negative words start to have power over me.He knows how to laugh…laugh at me, he has the needs to remind constantly that I should be well aware of my confidence should be diminish and not meant to flourish. His ego is huge when my confidence is low.Over time I developed anxiety due to his abusive behavior. Regular conversation become frightful. You never know what insult I’m a getting.One sunny day, he took me shopping I got too excited, yes, I have no access to our bank so I have to constantly ask money from him for my personal expense.I picked the cutest outfit, i’d love to think I have a good sense of style, but the excitement replace with embarrassment when he found out my cloths cost him a little over $60, he started belittling me in public, I put the cloths back, too embarrassed to continue shopping, I ran towards the car to hide my self from people staring at us. They felt bad, I felt worst, But those dress though..such a cute outfit that could add a little spice to my confident that’s slowly fading away.I started to make new friends and let me tell you how awesome that felt, I finally found someone to hang out with, well Ofcourse Mr. perfect man cannot handle the positive relationship around me so he has to Interfere, either ruin it or hook up with friends. i lost a lot of friends but few stick up for me and become a family.Years goes by my ex behavior become eradic, abusive, manipulative, he’s extreme pathological liar, and mentally ill. How did I manage to stay positive it was tough but I always knew I am better and stronger that his words.One day he told me to pack our belongings and we’re moving to different states, I don’t want to, I created a family( friends) to where I was and my daughter made a great friendship, but do I have a choice?We moved to another state no friends starting all over again not knowing he planned carefully to divorce me far from my good friends who consoled me. My suffering gives him satisfaction.Slowly regaining independency made him miserable, I fought to go back to school and learned how to drive (thanks to YouTube, no kidding). The more he isolate me the more I tried to become outgoing, I long for connection.It was a bitter sweet mistakes bringing me to the desert I met great new friends, I kept going against his will. I wasn’t scared anymore, I learned to endure his abusive behavior. He was furious to see how quickly I adjusted.He’s on the job to ruin my relationship to any of my friends. He reminds me of an alligator sitting quietly waiting/observing for its prey, All the lies he put out there to destroy my inner peace, this time he will not succeed. I figured out to make sure he know nothing about my new friends.I started working out,it was my to way to de-stress, yoga has been my favorite and outdoor Camping gave me an inner peace, I slowly gained all my confidence back, I spend less of my time or possibly no time at all with him. I made myself busy to help me get rid of the negative thoughts, I don’t want to entertain self pity. I deleted all sorts of social media to avoid comparing my self to other’s happiness and unrealistic lifestyles I couldn’t afford, rather, focus working on my own self progress.One day after I got out of school I went straight to work a gentle man came asking for my name and serve me the divorce paper,I felt a little embarrassed everyone at work knows my business.I had to hire a lawyer when Mr.Respected ex started to create lies and accusations to make sure the judge will favor towards him, his manipulative skills always benefit him, I wish I can speak like him. I don’t see the needs to speak poorly against him infront of the judge, all I wanted is a smooth process stating on the paper I’m no longer connected to him and Grant me my daughter’s custody, but he is born nasty, no compassion. I truly believed he was born heartless.Eventually, he gave up because guess what this little naive girl will never surrender my rights to my beautiful daughter!, even if it means I have to sleep 2 hrs a day to support my expensive lawyer.I work soo hard to make sure my daughter feel safe and do my best to provide all her needs, Its not an easy transition but I kept going, depression has no chance on me. I stayed strong and focus. I cried at times not because I’m depressed but it made me feel better afterwards.Finally, he came into terms, we both signed the divorce paper… I ran downstairs carried the biggest smile on my face and did my happy dance outside the court ( i created my own happy dance) it was the most happiest day of my life. I called my family about the awesome news.I was soo excited, I ran towards the homeless guy sitting on the bench and told him how happy I was, I don’t know him I just needed a friend and he’s kind enough to Listen to my happy ending. It was a beautiful emotional day for me. I used to just wish for this day to come and here I am In front of the court signing my way back to my freedom and peace.Words are powerful, before I left my old town, I told few of my friends marked my word I will be divorce before I turned 30 and if it won’t happen please come find me and slap me in the face, I said jokingly and here I am divorce before 30.I walk away without asking a penny from this man, I could use alimony but I just want peace and my daughter. I let him keep all his money.Hours after signing all the documents he called to say“ I still love you and our family and how sad I am to make a decisions because you have changed. I miss the old you, the way we used to be”.my daughter was sitting next to him so I just had to hold my tongue but I really wanted to tell him to “fuck Off” I wanted to puke with annoyance.I’ve never been soo excited to sign a paper like that in my life.. I could sign that paper all day long, every signatures is a sign of freedom and I made sure to carry extra pen with me Im afraid I will run out of ink.Tears of joy… joy that he will no longer have the power to hurt, belittle and abuse me. The marriage tittle gave him the right to destroy me but it’s over.I will do my best to Live happy and mentally healthy. We are not meant to live sad nor scared everyday, life is not supposed to be that way.Marriage should be a relationship where you feel safe, strong , accepted, and love.I am working progress to be the person I used to be and I wanted to be.I become wise, strong and unapologetic.He brings out the lion out of the cat in me..Life experienced truly mold me of who I am today.Got my own flat at the nicest safe neighborhood. my daughter goes to one of the best school in the states with her good friends, found a great job and happy with my freedom, Still working to finish my degree. Im traveling more often, It is safe to say I am strong attracted women who been through soo much but no one can break me.I never stop reminding my 10 year old daughter one day she’ll step into the real world and I’ll never want her to experience what I went through but a strong lesson to remind her about the values of self love and understanding what healthy relationships looks like.I want her to be happy,confident and strong educated women.Mr nightmare ex is heading to his 4th marriage this year. I wish I could tell him to re-evaluate himself before destroying around another soul. I felt bad for that young women, she doesn’t know what’s coming.

Question: “What is the cutest mistake you’ve ever seen someone make?”This started as a comment on User-13640803130643777611 ‘s answer, but here goes. Not really “the cutest mistake I’ve ever seen someone make”, but rather, “the cutest mistake I’ve baited someone to make”. Does that still count? It does, I think. ;)I apologize in advance for any BNBR violations. I’m not a born English speaker, and sometimes I cannot pinpoint the fringe between “acceptable” and not.So, my then little daughter would say “fruta” (fruit) as “p*uta”, which in Portuguese translates to… hum… whore. And not a mild slang to boot.But it gets better. She would also say “cozinha” (kitchen) with an “n” instead of a “z”, which directly translates to the diminutive of, well, pussy. And not really the mildest slang either. At all.So, once upon a time, my obnoxious and much younger self decided to drop the awkward bomb for my wife and mother-in-law to deal with. Right? Because we were just finishing lunch in the kitchen, and my little baby was having her fruit.Come on, don’t judge me. You all know too well it was too much of a perfect setting to waste:Small family gathering. Kitchen. Fruit. Little angel to mess up with.This… thing… was all but begging to be done. :DSo, I casually asked my daughter, “What are you eating”?“I’m eating the fruit”. This alone was enought for some sets of perfectly raised eyebrows around the table.That’s when I went in for the kill: “Are you eating the fruit in the living-room?”My little angel looked at me with a puzzled look, and then she announced for everyone who cared to hear, and with the most innocent voice,“No, daddy. I’m eating the fruit in the kitchen.”That’s what she meant to say, at least.What she did say, however, could have made some seasoned sailors blush. Not all of them, certainly. But maybe some of them. Because family and all that.My wife immediately tried to correct my daughter with an horrified look in her face, “That’s not how we say it, yada, yada…”The little devil in me was wiping tears and trying really hard not to laugh.(I cannot recall exactly, but I do know myself. I may have failed miserably at that.)Update: last weekend, my daughter was sitting next to me, studying (she’s nineteen now), while I was browsing Quora.Casually, I told her that it was fitting that my most upvoted answer has to do with her. This, of course, sparked her interest. I guess my baby knows me all too well. :)As she was reading this, she was giggling in several pitches and tones, while going thru all the fifty shades of red. :DAfter telling her about what people were there at the time, she still had some hope:“But did this really happen??”I did not even have to answer. My looks gave it away, I think.“Ohhhhhh, no…!”, she said. With a facepalm to go with. :D :D :D

The New York State Office of Children and Family Services' web-based \u201cOnline Clearance System\u201d supports the mandate under Section 424-a of the Social Services Law for legally authorized agencies to inquire of the Statewide Central Register of Child Abuse and Maltreatment (SCR) as to the existence of any indicated ...

A multimeter can be used to test SCRS quite effectively. The first procedure is to check the diode action between the gate and cathode terminals of the SCR. This test is just like what you have done in the case of testing a silicon diode (see testing a silicon diode).

Statewide Central Register of Abuse and Maltreatment (SCR) \u2013 Online Clearance System. ... This law requires certain prospective employees and other individuals to be \u201ccleared\u201d through the SCR of Child Abuse and Maltreatment.

The New York State Office of Children and Family Services maintains the Statewide Central Register of Child Abuse and Maltreatment (SCR, also known as the \u201chotline\u201d) for reports made pursuant to the Social Services Law. The SCR receives telephone calls alleging child abuse or maltreatment within New York State.

The New York State Office of Children and Family Services' web-based \u201cOnline Clearance System\u201d supports the mandate under Section 424-a of the Social Services Law for legally authorized agencies to inquire of the Statewide Central Register of Child Abuse and Maltreatment (SCR) as to the existence of any indicated ...