deepfriedjesus:

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STROKE: Remember The 1st Three Letters… S.T..R …My friend sent this to me and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree. If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks.STROKE IDENTIFICATION:During a party, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. (they offered to call ambulance)They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid’s husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00pm , Ingrid passed away.)She had suffered a stroke at the party . Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today.Some don’t die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead. It only takes a minute to read this…STROKE IDENTIFICATION:A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke…totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.RECOGNIZING A STROKERemember the ‘3’ steps, STR . Read and Learn!Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster.The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions :S * Ask the individual to SMILE ..T * = TALK. Ask the person to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (eg ‘It is sunny out today’).R * Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS .If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call the ambulance and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.NOTE : Another ‘sign’ of a stroke is1. Ask the person to ‘stick’ out their tongue.2. If the tongue is ‘crooked’, if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke.A prominent cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.And it could be your own.
sad-babygirl:

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lomaskett:

bluem-oon:

this is my brother two years ago. we were at the park, just me and him, and he turned to me and said “kayla, don’t you ever wish there were no bad people in the world?” i thought it to be a funny thing for a 5 year old to say, but shrugged it off. last year, he didnt come home from school, we thought that being only in grade prep, he might’ve decided to go home with his bestfriend without telling us, but he didn’t.  the school confirmed they saw him get on his school bus after the bell rang. but thats all we knew, the bus driver said that he had gotten off a stop early, my mother was frantically searching the neighbourhood for him. we never found him. it’s been two years and we’re still looking for him, he was such a beautiful boy, and i cant help but think the worst. he could be anywhere in the world by now, so please, reblog this, no matter where you’re from, you could save a life. xx
if you dont reblog this i have no respect for you. help save a child’s life.
this literally breaks my heart
this relates to my blog in 0 ways. but how can i not reblog this. you have to be one heartless person to not reblog this.
I really hope he is found. 
oh my god. have hope. i wish you the best of luck omg <3

We are with you

Please reblog this beautiful boy to help the family find their lost son 😢

I’m in tears. My heart aches for you.
dreamy-disorder:

complete—bitch:

dreamy-disorder:

It started off small, as it nearly always does. Just a small cut, though I still have the scar from the first time I attacked my body with a scissor. I was 9 years old. 10, nearly 11 years ago.
I was so ashamed. I tried to stop, over and over again. At school cutters were ridiculed; “attention seekers, disgusting, hahaha I’m gonna slash my wrist, they deserve to die, I hate them”. I hated myself. I hid my cuts under sweatbands, bracelets, girl boxer shorts. I would cut just a little every time, spread throughout my body so as to not raise suspicion. One cut on my foot, two on my thigh, one on my arm. Who would’ve known?
I was confronted once. When I had too many scars on my left arm and I stopped wearing my sweatband. My mother asked me what they were, if I had done it myself? Noo, me? No, of course not. She believed me. I was 14 years old.
I tried to quit so many times, and I managed it too. For a few weeks, or maybe a few months. The longest I went was 3 years. But it always came back. Always.
Summer 2011. I was 17 and a half. This is when it started to go downhill. This is when it started to get serious. This is when I didn’t give a damn, when I gave myself over to self harm. Big cuts that required stitches. I never got them. I didn’t want questions, I was too ashamed to let anyone see to and treat my cuts. I didn’t want the judgement I was so sure would come. I was alone in my private hell. So alone.
And now? Now I’m 19, nearly 20 years old. My cuts are no longer small scratches. I’ve cut to the bone, I’ve hit nerves and tendons, I have nerve damage. Stitches, both internal and external. And veins. I’ve hit veins, big ones. Where the blood squirts out of your arm.
I’ve lost too much blood. My iron levels are so low that I can barely walk without nearly fainting. I never thought that it would get to this point. Where I would need transfusions to make up for the blood that I have lost. By my own hand.
So please. Don’t be as stupid as I was. Get help, the sooner the better. Don’t let it get as serious, as far as I have. It’s dangerous, it’s lonely, it’s tough and it’s not worth it. You are much better than this.

WHY HASN’T THIS GOT SO MANY MORE NOTES?
I’m so sorry for your experience, but I admire you for sharing it and showing other people.

Thank you :)
headbangingdisaster:

banana-soul:

This is me, my name is Kelli and I’m 17-years-old, battling cancer for the third time. I have less than a year to live and the only thing I want to do more than anything before I die is meet Ellen. She’s my sunshine. She’s the reason I wake up everyday and I watch her show every morning. She just radiates so much joy and happiness and she gives me hope. It’s really my dream to be able to meet her. Unfortunately, due to a long waiting list, the Wish Foundation told me I probably wouldn’t be able to meet her within my short timeline. But I see miracles happen all the time.. therefore I won’t give up on my dream. I thought that maybe if this gets enough attention, someone from the Ellen Show would come across it, or maybe even Ellen herself will know of me and my wish to meet her. Please, help me make my wish come true.  

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