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Head over to KFC's website and fill out the franchise application form. There is no other way of contacting them. That application is your only way to convince why they should let you in the family.If they accept your application, well and good. Otherwise you can resend the application again, stating your cause more vigorously. Estimated investment: Rs. 1,00,00,000For details, head over to: Starting KFC Franchise in India: Investments returning good profit Currently, McDonald's is not offering further new franchises in India. However, one may talk to the current franchise holders, Hardcastle Restaurants Pvt. Ltd. for West and South India and Connaught Plaza Restaurants Pvt. Ltd. for East and North India.For more details, head over to: How to start McDonald's franchise in India : Investment, initial cost, royalty fees, profitThe Domino's Pizza franchise in India is owned by Jubilant FoodWorks Ltd. Any future partnership is to be done with them only.Estimated investment: Rs. 30,00,000For more details, head over to: Starting Domino's Pizza Franchise: Cost & return on investments

The Tier 4 visa is the student visa, if your studies will last longer than six months. In order to qualify for a student visa, you need to have secured acceptance from a recognized UK university, either for a degree program or a study abroad program. Once you have this, the university should provide you an ID number to submit with your visa application. This may be outdated as it's been four years since I last applied for my Tier 4 visa. You also have to show that you have the funds for your studies, either through a bank statement, a federal or private loan letter or a scholarship letter, or some combination thereof. You also have a set form you have to fill out, and you need to submit your current passport and any old passports. The visa will be issued as a sticker on your current passport. Finally, you need to go to a place near you (the immigration services site will help you find one) to submit biometric data. The hardest part is getting all of the paperwork and moving parts together. But it's generally very straightforward. If you have your funding and the admissions offer, and don't have a criminal record, getting the actual visa is not difficult. I've done it twice.

TLDR: I declined full rides to UC Berkeley, UCLA, UC Santa Barbara & lots of other of my state’s flagship universities. It was one of the best decisions I made and it’s the reason I am where I am today. Take calculated risks, life is too short. Read on for more details.My Story:After nearly flunking out of high school (lack of direction at the time), I decided to attend a community college to give my goals a second shot, to complete my general education and then transfer to a 4-year university. I was a social sciences major with intentions to become a lawyer after undergrad.During my last year at community college, I discovered programming (through Codecademy - learn to code, interactively, for free & Team Treehouse during my month long winter break. I got hooked on creating websites, discovered you could make a living off programming and continued to self-study web programming on my own. I considered changing my major, but that would have required that I stay two and half more years at my community college just to fulfill all the major requirements - that was too long.During this same time, my cousin obtained a phenomenal job with no college degree at one of the most respected tech companies in the world. Through his actions he should me that if you love what you do, systematically work on your personal growth and skills you can create opportunities for yourself.As I continued learning to programming, I did research for months on what would be an efficient and effective way of obtaining a high level of competency in software engineering to kickstart my career. I found Hack Reactor - an immersive software engineering programThe month I was admitted as a transfer student to UC Berkeley, UCLA and a bunch of other colleges with full rides (merit & need based scholarships), I decided to turn down them down for Hack Reactor. This wasn’t easy decision for me and this also meant I wasn’t going to transfer to Berkeley alongside my twin brother.Some questions I asked myself before taking this jump were:It's 'either continue to see my family live and struggle under the poverty-line or skip college to become a software engineer. Both of my parents are in their 60's. My dad is a janitor and my mom is physically disabledWould I be happy in college for (~800 days) studying something I wasn’t extremely fascinated about everyday? (Still was a pre-law major at the time in college).Would being in college for 2 more years at this point in my life be worth it OR would it be better to pursue my dream NOW, be happy and begin maximizing my personal growth NOW?Attend UC Berkeley OR would I rather do something which I loved (programming), get an amazing job in Silicon Valley in less than a year, escape the poverty line (my family of 4 household income was < $25,000/year in CA) and build the life of my dreams NOW?How many more years do you want to see your parents struggle for? My father is a janitor & my mom is physically disabled.When I finished Hack Reactor, I had interviews at Google, Uber, Electronic Arts and many other places. I finally chose to begin my first full time job as a software engineer at Salesforce. Update: Now, I’m software engineer at LinkedIn.It’s been one year since I began my job. Now, I pay for all my parents needs and am more self-sufficient. I’m learning everyday the things that I love and I’m making a difference in the world through all of the new opportunities that have opened up for me.Also, during the same time I was in Hack Reactor, I decided to re-apply to UC Berkeley again. When I heard from Berkeley the second time, they awarded me the Regents & Chancellor's Scholarship.I did finish one semester at UC Berkeley; however, for the time being I’m focusing on my career and personal growth.This is only a glimpse of my story and it's much more intricate. I faced an uncountable number of challenges & setbacks, but looking back I’m glad I pushed through all of it and that has made all the difference in my life.Cheers.Resources (relevant to my answer)Clifford Fajardo's answer to What does it take to get into UC Berkeley, UCLA, or UCSD?Clifford Fajardo's answer to Community college transfer stories: Is it possible to transfer from CC to a top institution?Clifford Fajardo's answer to Do students actually transfer from community colleges to Ivy League universities?Clifford Fajardo's answer to Should I attend community college?Hack Reactor

Did you know that a million dollars in U.S. currency weighs just ten kilograms? It's true. A freshly-minted $100 bill weighs in at slightly over a gram, and 100 of them is ten thousand dollars. 100 of those stacks, and there's your million.It’s not often that 10 kilograms - 22 lbs of anything can change your life. But on February 25th, 2014, that’s exactly what happened.  Day 1: $1,000,000 As the man in the gray suit walks away, I shout after him “Hey, come back here. Who are you? What’s this all about?” He does not look back and quickens his pace. Between the choice of chasing down a stranger, or securing what appeared to be stacks of currency, I chose the currency. We can resolve the issue of his identity later, but a loose sack of cash is, well, a loose sack of cash. I look through the contents again. Bundles of US$100 bills, stacked a hundred bills deep, wrapped in standard $10,000 bank bands. A quick count revealed that there were precisely a hundred of those stacks in the bag, and spot-check riffle-counts of the $10k bands suggest that there are no short-stacks within. These were full bands of $10,000 apiece of non sequential USD$100 bills, and I was holding what appears to be a million even in cash. And it feels like just as many question are swirling in my head, as I feel my pulse pounding in my skull. Who was that guy? Why me? What is this all about? But the most urgent thoughts swim past the dizzying deluge of unanswerable questions. Fakes. It’s one thing to inadvertently be the recipient of counterfeit currency; as you’re reading this very sentence, a clerk at a retail store somewhere in your city just accepted a counterfeit bill and made change from the real money in the till.  But to be in possession of a life-changing amount of counterfeit currency of the United States of America? Well, that’s sort of thing that can bring the full might and wrath of their law enforcement apparatus on your head. My emotions swing wildly between the elation of instantaneous wealth, and sheer terror that I was minutes away from being snatched from my home and corralled into a Federal holding cell, where I will grow old within its walls. Terror was the stronger of the two emotions, and I quickly went to work. First things first: the bag had to go. If there is a GPS tracking device embedded in its seams, it would take too long for me to root it out. Better to incinerate it, and make sure that whatever trail it was laying stops at a dead-end for its pursuers. I pour the stacks of bills into an empty duffle back from my garage, and lock the bag in my condo. There’s an abandoned marina just a mile from my home and I get in my car and drive straight to the docks, at the top of the posted speed limit. After pouring enough Kerosene on the bag to see the shimmering mist of petroleum evaporate above it, I lit a book of matches and threw it in the middle of the mass. A satisfying “Whoomph” lights up the fire, and I watch the edges of the bag curl and burn - sizzling in the midmorning sun. As the remnants of the bag’s embers swirl around the scorched mark on the docks, I drive back to my condo, pulse still pounding in my skull.I still haven’t figured out if the bills are real or not, but if this morning’s bag-drop was an attempt to pin a piece of deeply incriminating evidence bearing a tracking device … well that plan has been thwarted. Or delayed, at the very least. What do I do? What should I do? Call the authorities? Consider how it would sound: “Hi, Police? Somebody dropped a million dollars in cash at my home. I don’t know if it’s fake or not. Please help.” Would you believe such a ridiculous story? I wouldn't. Any reasonable law enforcement dispatcher would consider the caller legally insane, and I'd be arrested on the spot and sent to psychiatric care. If the money was real, it’d be seized and I'll never see it or spend it. If it was fake, they’d find a way to stick “possession of counterfeit currency” charge on me, and I'll be shoved into a Federal concrete box, draining the best years of my life away, only to be released when I can’t chew solid food any more. No. The only recourse is to handle this myself. I call an old college friend practicing criminal defense law in New York City: “Hey Roger, it’s Kai. How’ve you been?” “I'm cool. It's been a while. What’s up man.” “We should catch up soon in person. But I’m calling because I need something.” “Ok, shoot.” I swallow hard - it’s difficult to even say the words: “Who’s the best CrimDef lawyer you know in California, who defends against Federal charges?” A moment. His voice lowers noticeably. “Shit, man. You in some kind of trouble?” “I’m not sure yet.” I said, truthfully. “But I need someone experienced and smart ... someone who you’d hire, if you’re facing serious attention from the Feds." He lets out a long exhale. “Vincent King. Former rockstar DOJ prosecutor in D.C. Had a change of heart halfway through his rotation in Maryland, when he was securing Life sentences for “interstate drug transportation” charges on young Black kids who were busted muling for the cartels. Was offered a fast-track promotion straight to the U.S. Attorney’s office but went rogue. He set up independent shop in San Francisco, fighting Fed cases. Heavy hitter clients, but makes a point of refusing to represent anyone accused of murder or human trafficking. Intimate knowledge of Federal prosecutorial procedures and evidence-collection protocol. Smart. Methodical. Very expensive.” “Perfect.” “I did mention ‘very expensive?’” “You did.” “I’ll send his contact information now.” =================================“I’m sorry - Mr. King is in court all day and won’t be back in the office. His earliest appointment is tomorrow morning after a client meeting. Shall I book him for 11am for you?” “Yes, thank you Marta.” “We’ll see you tomorrow at 11 then.” I look at the digital clock in my kitchen -  it reads 10:44am. Just me and a stack of bills which may or may not be fake, no formal legal representation for over 24 hours. It’s going to be a long day. Taking even a few of these bills to a bank to corroborate their authenticity is out of the question. If a bank officer confirms they are fraudulent, I’ll be arrested on the spot, and since I haven’t hired counsel, I’d be at the mercy of the Public Defender’s Office - the most overworked and underpaid division of the American Criminal Justice system. No, thank you. The next number I dial is an old friend, Robert Kendrick, sole proprietor of ‘Secher Nbiw - The Golden Path,’ a gold bullion dealer with a whimsical Dune reference in the name of his shop. I’ve known Robert for over a decade; his business deals in large amounts of (mostly) legal cash. By necessity, he has a high-end currency counter/ counterfeit detection device in his office, which can swiftly count and verify large sums of money with precision. “Bobby, it’s me.” “Hey, what’s up.” “Can I come to your office - like right now?” “Sure, what do you need?” “I, uh, came into some money. Long story, and I really don’t want to get too much into the details … but I’m wondering if you’d be willing to run the bills through your counter for me? I’m not 100% sure they’re real, and I’d like a discreet way of verifying them. If they are, I’m going to pick up some bullion as well.” “Sure man. Happy to help. How much money are we talking about?”“$60,000” I flinch at that - I hate lying to friends, but at this point, I have no idea who to trust. Though if you want to be technical about it, I did come across $60,000. I am just simply not telling Kendrick about the other $940,000 that accompanied the $60k in the satchel that dropped into my life just three hours ago. “Come on by.” I pull apart a few $10,000 currency bands and start plucking random $100 bills from the middle of every 10k stack to assemble a randomized sample of the entire million. 100 bills, wrap it up. 100 bills, wrap it up. 100 bills, wrap it up. Three bands, thirty thousand dollars, randomized and fully assembled to be tested for authenticity. “Half” of my alleged $60k windfall. The rest of the loose bills are refolded back so there remains 97 stacks of $10k racks, re-wrapped and properly sorted. In 30 minutes, I will figure out if I’m rich, or holding on to enough illicit contraband to send me to Federal Prison for the rest of my life. =============================The Golden Path, like most bullion dealers, work out of small, highly secured office covered by multiple layers of security. At any given moment, Robert may have several hundred thousand dollars in cash or gold, silver and platinum bullion on the premise, it pays to be careful. One of the few civilians in California with a Concealed Carry Weapons permit, Kendrick and I met on pistol gun range ten years ago; we bonded over shooting .45 ACP slugs down-range. He and I spent countless hours debating the relative merits of his preference for single-action 1911s, vs my bias toward double-action SIG-Sauer P220s. In the bullion business, you learn to know the boundaries of money-laundering laws, and know how to walk right up to the edge without triggering reporting thresholds. Drop US$10,000 in cash or more at a car dealership, bank or bullion dealer in a single day’s transaction, and the U.S. authorities gets very interested in the source of your funds. By law, these business that receive such sums of cash must fill out invasive forms to tie the transaction to you and your Social Security Number. Keep cash transactions below US$10,000, and you can avoid much of that intense scrutiny. “Welcome back man. I haven’t seen you in a while.” A discreet man, Kendrick does not inquire further about the source of the cash. In the business of buying and selling gold bullion, you learn to comply with the letter of the law, while avoiding conversational topics that can jeopardize one’s own plausible deniability. While his clientele is mostly legitimate, I’m certain the most lucrative of his customers are criminals - and he smart enough to know not to ask the sort of questions that open up a line of liability for him.  So long as the proper theatrics of anti-money-laundering protocols are observed, everyone is technically in the clear. I hand him the three $10k stacks and he pulls the bands off them and puts the entire block in his high-speed currency counter. After a second, the machine spools up and the digital counter swiftly runs from zero to three hundred. Thirty thousand dollars. “It’s real.” It’s real. His words hang in the air for a moment, and it takes a moment for them to sink in. One million dollars. Genuine currency of the United States of America, the most recognized and accepted form of money in the world - denominated in crisp, non-sequential bills. I hold my face as neutral as possible, but my excitement made me slightly dizzy, and I am glad I was sitting down. “What’s the spot price of Gold today?” Kendrick’s eyes drift to his laptop computer, where the current day’s commodities prices were fed to him via a live stream. “$1334 Ask, $1335 Bid.” I nodded my understanding.Precious metals bullion trade in troy ounces, and prices are quoted on a per troy oz basis; depending on the specific type of bullion (bars, coins, make), there are different markups from the quoted price. Depending on the specific form, Gold is typically marked up by USD$20 to $60 over the day’s quoted Bid price, and sells for $5~10 over the Ask. “What do you have in inventory right now for gold?” “The usual. South African Kugerrands. American Eagles. Canadian Maples. Oh, I do have a lovely Credit Suisse 5oz bar that somebody just sold to me, and I’m happy to let it go for $25/oz over spot.” I quickly did the mental math calculation. With the hard-cap spending limit of $10,000 before I trigger any mandatory anti-money-laundering paperwork, $1335/oz works out to about seven troy ounces of bullion I can buy, without forcing Robert to fill out invasive forms about me and my identity. “I’ll take the 5oz Credit Suisse bar, and two American Gold Eagles.” Kendrick pulls out a calculator and taps in the numbers, “So five troy ounces at 25 over spot plus Eagles at $50 over spot works out to nine thousand six hundred and -“ “Take ten grand and keep the change.” I interrupt. “I will be back for more.” He raises his eyebrow, but says nothing. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.” He counts back $20,000 and hands it to me, taking the $10,000 in the back room of his office and returning with the 5oz Swiss bar and two heavy 1oz American Eagles, along with a receipt for US$9675. I pause for a moment and hand him back one of the $10,000 stacks. “I know the limit is $10k in transactions per day. Consider this pre-payment for a purchase tomorrow. Your call, on a mix of anything up that totals up to $9500. Keep the rest for you and Katie.” A barely-perceptible smile flickers across his face, then his face was clear again. “Sure thing.” There’s nothing like the feeling of holding physical gold - the density, color and heft of the metal is like no other substance on earth, and it is no wonder that since its discovery, every culture on Earth treated gold with awe and respect. With 18 hours left before I can understand my legal options, there’s only two things I know for certain: 1. The money is real. 2. At least one person knows exactly where I live, and where the money was dropped off. I need to get mobile. I need to get mobile and off the grid ASAP.... to be continuedIf you'd like to be the first to get updates to this story, please add me kai chang 張敦楷 (kaichang) on Twitter. Part 2 (of 10) is being written right now, will be announced on Twitter. 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It was my mom actually and I only know about it as she was physically incapable of pulling if off without my help. No one else knows. When she was in chemotherapy for late stage, terminal Ovarian Cancer, one of the other patients that also was being treated was a young mother of 3 whose husband had left her when she was diagnosed with Colorectal cancer. Rosa was only 27, and was a very sad case indeed.She was a patient of our practice so I was well aware of how grim her situation had become. It was close to Christmas time and she had been admitted to the hospital after a tumor that had returned to her bowel burst through and caused peritonitis and sepsis. She was horribly ill, hospitalized and not expected to survive long. My mother , who is the kindest person I know, was also very sick, Her own tumor had returned and we did not know then, would come to lose her own battle in the coming months.For some reason, my mom became absolutely obsessed with making sure Rosa’s three young children( 3,5,7) had some alternate memory of Christmas, other than the one that was likely going to be etched into their minds. I remember not understanding and honestly being a bit annoyed, as I was working 7 days a week, 80–100 hours and on call 24/7, barely surviving myself, in addition to the emotional toll of my own mom dying. Yet, this seemed very important to her so I indulged the errands, and chauffeuring about town. My mom for those weeks nearing Christmas had me driving about town buying this special toy or that special doll that the young girls had wanted more than anything.They didn’t understand that their mom was not going to come home. They were too young. My mom, all 80 lbs of her in the late stages of cancer made her way to deliver presents, and a festive dinner to the children and sister of Rosa, Elena, who would later adopt the girls, when Rosa died that week in the hospital.That was a gesture that really speaks to kindness of my mom. There were many, but that was one of her last.

So a few years ago. The company I was working for announced that they would be closing in our facility in 6 months. They need about twenty of the employees to stay and help pack up the office and warehouse. The office was moving to a small location down the road, but the warehouse was moving from NH to Chicago. The warehouse had 22 million dollars of stock. My job was inventory control/warehouse adminstration. I was one of the people they wanted for the move. So my boss pulled me aside and made me a nice offer. A year of pay and benefits plus a $5000 bonus. Way to good to pass up. Plus I was almost done my college degree. It would be able to take a few months of with pay. So we start the move get it done in 4 months. So our managers were very happy. Paid us the bonus plus I had a check and benefits coming for the next 8 months. During this time I met several of the managers who worked in Chicago. They need skillef workers. My supervisor was moving to Chicago. He wanted me to go. This would be a huge life changing experience. I told sure but for a least $50000 a year plus I wanted the full 8 months a pay I was promised. They agreed with my demands. But here is where the snag hit. I was told I had to interview for the job in Chicago. Even though it was already offered to me. They firsted interview me in NH. They asked me about my experience and education. This was silly. I pointed out that I am not interviewing for a new job just a transfer for my current job. But I decided to play there came. I pointed out how I got high review from my manager over 7 years. I helped to reduce stock loss from 10 percent to .5 for 22 million dollars of stock. On my education I pointed out that I just finished my Bachelor's degree at 40. They thought this was great. They then flew me to Chicago for 2 more interviews. The 3 interview made realize I did not want this job because of one comment. One manager told me they did not believe I was worth the rate we agreed upon in NH. I was annoyed. I said really. I have 7 years experience with this position. I helped develop a new ordering system, a new inventory system. I got a college degree improve my job skills. I also got amazing reviews. I then asked the HR person. How much do you expect to pay me. She said $12 dollars an hour. I just started to laugh. I was making more before the move. I asked so you what not even match my old rate she said no. I then said thank you an flew home. They did give me my bonus and year pay. It was nice I took 3 months a traveled. I got a call from my old manager. They could not get any one for the position I was originally offered. They had to split my responsibility between 5 people. Thus madee laugh

Most of the merit scholarships are:Those that you Win through your high school activitiesThose that are bestowed upon you when accepted by a college because they Really want you (and do offer merit scholarships as all of the elite private US universities do Not have merit scholarships)Remember to work with All of your parents and fill-out the FAFSA and CSS Profile application forms for financial aid. Even merit scholarships are awarded based upon an aid request.Also, look to the Honors Campus within your state’s top Public University. Excellent education and most slots come with a merit scholarship.Forget those “scams” to pay money to get info for “scholarships” or buying books on how to apply for scholarships.Just be a good active high school student, and fill out those FAFSA and CSS Profile forms.Easy.https://studentaid.ed.gov/sa/fafsaApply for College Financial Aid – CSS Profile – The College Board

This applies to undergraduate applications:You have applied to the University of Oxford through the University and Colleges Admission Services (UCAS). This requireschoosing the subject you want to study (unlike the US you don’t “go to Oxford” and then select a major, you “go to Oxford to study X”You need a 4,000 character personal statementYou need a reference from an established source (most probably your school)A whole bunch of forms and information to fill inYou then need to have (or be predicted to have) good grades in recognised qualifications. The generally accepted standard is the English A-level qualification. If you are not studying A-levels, you need to check here to see if your exams are recognised by Oxford. If your qualifications are unacceptable, you need to enroll yourself for exams that are.These qualifications need to be in subjects related to the subject you are applying for — applying for Physics with A levels in art and history isn’t going to get you anywhere.All previous qualifications, and your official predicted grades should be entered into the UCAS systemYou may then need to sit an aptitude test. Most schools in the UK run them internally — but if not, it is your responsibility to enrol yourself in the Aptitude Test and then attend it.If you do not sit the aptitude test, and your subject requires it, your application will be terminated.Non-native speakers of English will then need to demonstrate profiency in the English language — there’s a whole bunch of that stuff hereYou will may then be invited to attend an interview — either in person (if feasible), or via skype. See here for more on the interviews.If you do well in the interview, you will receive an offer. If you have not yet sat your final exams in school, this offer will be conditional, based on how well you do in those exams. If you meet the conditions of the offer (typically A*AA at A level), then you will be accepted at Oxford.Finally, you then need to demonstrate that you have access to the appropriate funds (or a sponsoring body who will pay them) to pay for the university fees.So, in conclusion, the prerequisites are:You know what you want to studyYou are already studying/have studied acceptable qualifiactions relevant to your applicationYou have proficiency in the English languageYou are able to acceptably fill out the UCAS application + pay whatever fees are required to do so (if not already done by your school)You need to be able to sit (and pass) the Aptitude Test, if your subject requires itYou need to be invited to interviewYou need to be able to attend (and pass) the interview,You then need to meet the conditions of the offer (if you get one)You need to demonstrate that somehow, Oxford will get paid the requisite amount of moneyIf you fail any of these bullet points, then your application will be terminated (or if you can’t meet points 1 and 4, you application will never exist in the first place)

Thanks for the question!My story is long, boring, and written about many, many times on here.I became homeless as my landlord illegally evicted me from my house. I was never behind in rent, always paid on time and made any necessary repairs out of my own pocket. He turned up one weekend with a “heavy” in tow and gave me an hour to get my stuff together and leave, or I would be forcibly ejected, and he wouldn't be gentle about it. That was his way of telling me to get out or get the shit kicked out of me.I spent months on the streets. I was cold, nearly starved to death and constantly had people jeering, spitting and yelling abuse at me.I would not wish that experience on my worst enemy.However, I learned where the local housing office was and made sure I turned up every single day. I was first in line when it opened and was the last one to leave at night, every day, without fail. You didn't need to do that. All you had to do was register for council housing, or for emergency accommodation, fill in a form and wait to be contacted when you were successful.I knew the chances of me being successful were less than zero. I had absolutely no chance, but I had nothing to lose. I made sure I put my name down for every single council house and flat available. I introduced myself to private landlords and applied for every one of those too (the council had a private renting programme whereby landlords could offer their homes to council tenants for a guaranteed rent, so many private landlords let their properties this way).Sometimes landlords would be rejected. It may be because they had previously failed inspections or because their properties were just too small (there was a minimum size for council properties at the time, not sure if there still is or not). Sometimes it was just because they were outside the catchment area for that council, so couldn't be accepted even if the property was suitable.I digress. One such landlady came in and I got talking to her while she was in the waiting room. This was the first time she had offered her flats and bedsits so she did t really know what to do. By this time, I had been there so long, I was an old hand and told her what she needed to do. I couldn't help as I didn't have access to any forms or suchlike, but could tell her which forms she needed to ask for.She filled out her paperwork and after a short while had an interview with one of the housing officers. She came out and said thanks to me, but her places were too small, but she wished me luck.I told her I didn't care what size they were, as long as they had 4 walls, a roof and a lockable door, I was more than interested. We went back to the desk, filled out some housing benefit forms and she took me to what was about to become my home for the next couple of years before I moved in somewhere even better.I've never looked back since.

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The term condition in an Offer to Purchase REval Estate refers to a provision that must be met for the rEval estate sale to go through (like if a seller is required to provide a certain form to a buyer before the sale can be completed).

What difference is there between an Offer to Purchase and a Purchase & Sale Agreement?6. ... It is important to remember, however, that the Offer to Purchase is just as binding a document as the P&S. Usually the Purchase & Sale Agreement is signed once the contingencies in the Offer to Purchase are eliminated.

Legal consequences of an OTP An offer to purchase, once signed by both seller and purchaser is a legally binding contract. This means that both parties to the contract are bound by the terms and are required to fulfill his or her responsibilities as set out in the contract.

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