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My Grandma Is Back
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Before I could compute any of this, the marimba music suddenly stopped. A series of pops and pings erupted from the sunroom. A squealed in distress. I abandoned the threat at the door and hurtled to the sunroom, where I was met by the shattering of glass. The ren were running, screaming, from their instruments. With none of their own parents to run to for comfort, the kindergarteners collectively burrowed into the crowd of prospective parents, who in turn were trying to squeeze through the one small door leading to the living room. Its a small miracle nobody was trampled. My daughter, Ginny, ran to me and hugged my legs. Her back was wet… and muddy. I looked up. The shades were now eerily raised of their own accord. And then came the mud. In it sloshed, through the broken windows. Thick mud, watery mud, rocky mud, mud with beveledglass shards, mud with window muntins, mud with grass, mud with barbecue utensils, mud with a mosaic birdbath. In a flash, the sunroom windows were gone, and in their place, a gaping, mudoozing hole. Adults, ren, everyone, was trying to outrun the wreckage, which now included furniture. I stayed behind with Mr. Kangana, who was attempting to rescue the marimbas he had brought with him as a young when he emigrated from his beloved Nigeria. Then, as suddenly as it began, the mud stopped. I turned. An upsidedown billboard was flat against the hole in the sunroom, forming a dam. I have no clue as to where this billboard originated, but it was bright red and vast enough to cover what had been a wall of windows. PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING Galer Street Gnats Will Be Arrested and Hauled Off to Gnat Jail By now, the guests were flying out the front door and screeching off in their cars. Mudcaked servers and chefs were milling around, viciously whooping as if this were the most hilarious thing theyd ever seen. Mr. Kangana was swimming in mud, scooping up marimbas. Gwen Goodyear was in the foyer, trying to keep a brave face as she handed out Galer Street gear. OllieO was in a semicatatonic state, uttering nonsensical phrases like This is not biodegradablethe downstream implications are enormousthe optics make for rough sleddinggoing forward before getting stuck on the words epic fail, which he kept repeating.
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Most incredible, perhaps, Audrey Griffin was running down the street, away from her home. I called after her, but she had turned the corner. I alone was left to care for thirty traumatized kindergarteners. OK, I rallied. Lets everyone find their boots and raincoats I recognize now this was the wrong thing to say, as it only drew attention to the impossibility of such a task. Further, these ren were in their socks, some even barefoot, and there was broken glass everywhere. Nobody move. I collected every cushion I could find and laid a path out the front door to the sidewalk. Walk on these cushions, and line up against the hedge. If theres one thing kindergarteners understand, its how to line up. One by one, I carried each down the street to the bus, which I drove back to Galer Street. This is why your ren were returned to you shoeless, jacketless, covered in mud, and full of fantastic stories. Now let me speak to you as a PTSD specialist. Trauma can be loosely described as any event a person experiences which he perceives as being a threat to his life. This can take as little as 1/18th of a second. In the immediate aftermath of trauma, ren might demonstrate fear or confusion. I took the time to carry each to the bus so that I had the opportunity to physically connect with them. Research has shown how healing touch can be immediately following trauma, especially with ren. During the walk to the bus, I was able to listen, express curiosity, and simply be with each . I was also able to observe them for early indications of PTSD. I am happy to report that your ren appeared to be coping very well. Their greatest concern was whether theyd get their rain gear back, and how it would be returned to them. I answered every question as honestly as I could. I told them wed do our best to recover their belongings, which would probably be dirty, but the mommies would try to clean them. The good news is this was a single traumatic incident, and therefore the chances of developing PTSD are minor. The bad news is that PTSD can surface months or even years after an event. I feel it is my responsibility as a doctor to let you know some symptoms of PTSD that may occur in your :