- Classical articleThe boy is a girl's first love, the girl loves boy, boy loves her. The girl is very naive, very naive, but she was very happy,
louboutin pas cher! Perhaps there is a saying very right! Love are often the best. Girls and boys together, really happy, very happy, but also a little bit of happiness! Although girls and boys are far apart, and each time only through the Internet or call to talk about each other's voices. The girl began to think that from the United States, perhaps like each other very well regarded each other, and perhaps each other again badly want it! One thing is can not use Day day by day goes by, so they can do the durability of each other's loneliness? At least now the girl Rennai Zhu, and now the girl nor the boys change of heart, still so love him, love scratch is so deep, so heavy
boys to girls a lot of money every month to text message fee, which is not the money to buy a gift messages, phone calls are used. Each time the boy called the girl is one minute more than one money, after all, long-distance thing! In fact, each girl is very distressed, but not willing to hang the boy. Always like to listen to the voice of his sleeping,
mercurial pas cher, never wake up. Once the boy told the girl he had a month's phone charges more than 600 pieces. Girl listening to more distressed, and felt so good to worth, especially guilt. Because the girls think of boys working out, and wages are not very high, in addition to their monthly phone calls, even his own life, to think he must have been very bad. The girl began to worry about his body, each call, will remind him: I, you know it? Sometimes provocative, said:
boys know that girls stomach, knowing it would always relapse. Every time he called the girl will remind her to take care of yourself, do not eat spicy fishy, not to drink, those are not good for the stomach. Girls try to listen to his words, to ban eating them. After all, the girl thought I may be sick, afraid of the future will hurt him, and became his burden, cumbersome, and sometimes feel very inferior. But the boy did not hold anything against the girl, but also to comfort the girl: no,
polo ralph lauren, we still have to make you suffer with me. after you put to me to take care of you? She was the boy's heart deepened, the girl's love for the boy deeper!
girl school very quickly, and at school she was so lively, and even more happy, every day she took the boy to her joy, a day spent at school for 24 hours. Girls are like the boy every day, sometimes thought of the boy to her class about the interesting case of a sentence, it will suddenly could not help but giggle. Once she suddenly thought of a second boy asked her: Like, very happy. Her roommate all day will say: Gave the boy every girl would like to call, but because of his heavy day job, time is not very abundant, so happy ... good girl want to do with his own share; unhappy incident would also like to tell him, wanted his comfort, but do not like boys good girl with him to discuss them. Girls aware of this point, so very little further after he filed. She was afraid the boy will not be happy, because she wanted the boy happy!
can not last, once the girl has no intention of the QQ in the boys' wives group The next night when the girl asked him, but he did not answer, nor any explanation to the girls. The girl was so worried, In the other boy's phone, even if only a text message 也好. She would like to know the reason, she was waiting, been waiting for! Can not always wait, she began quietly in tears. The hands of the phone picked up and put down, not daring to fight. She was flustered, and thought the boy was drunk, said the last sentence: , silly! he just play it for you, so you still really, really deserve their own! In the message head against the wall, his hands holding the legs. She was afraid the boy would call me, I'll fall asleep! She did not always fall asleep, so she sat the whole night. She has been afraid of the dark, but in this pitch-dark night sat night! The boy is a girl's first cry for his boys, girls really love him, good love, good love,
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from the night after the boys never looked for girls. Girl on the phone all day looking for him, each time playing in the past, the boy said his brother to go online, the girl's heart began to cool. One night call girls to find him, his brother told the girl: school ah! how could ... he is so deceived his older brother do? he really a change of heart? This is true? Crying so sad!
every day before the girl and her roommate about his good, to tell them she and the boy's things, and they share his own pleasure and to which the trace of happiness. Roommates will also cast envious eyes! Occasionally, the girl said something smug, but the girls still so cute giggle. But now the girl will not, she would every day there staring blankly. Do strange things all day, always take the school of God, has no intention of lectures. School teachers are often criticized, is also looking to talk to the class teacher, the students were scolded for Encounter every day, many of luck, fool thing. She did not care about these, these things she just told the boy, wanted his love, but could not find him. Girls miss him, miss, miss! She secretly cry every day, sometimes out of school will not help the tears! To the boy she completely collapsed!
roommate told the girl playing the night to try if things are not like that, you misunderstood him not to do! Open up, listen to how to explain it! At that time the girl refused, saying that he never played. Later, quietly played in the past, the girl so disappointed, really disappointed,
christian louboutin! The boy went to the Internet, the girl burst into tears, she did not cry out loud, but silent tears! She buy a lot of Shang Wei food, back to the dorm on the voracious taste. She did not know what these things taste, do not worry about the consequences of eating them, she just want to numb themselves with this method it! Her roommate saw her afraid to cry, and went to face with the cold hard beat, but not knowing how, but in the cold water washing under Kuchu sound,
moncler pas cher, her roommate came up to ask her how she, the girl what also did not say, but the more powerful the more crying, and then the girl out of the dormitory, leaning on the railing, sad crying. told her roommates ran out, one girl holding her roommate endless swore to cry, tears soaked the roommate who's clothes. cries attracted a lot of onlookers, that the roommate out loud: This very much love you cry, no time are not allowed to cry for him , in order to torture him yourself, not worth it, you fool! I do not know how to say to you.
noon the next day, the girl again, quietly playing the boy's phone, he went online! She did not listen obediently roommate, then stop the boy's love, in concern for the boy, the girl's mobile Internet by the roommate, and she really found the boy in my heart everywhere imbalance,
ralph lauren pas cher, in fact, more of a joy! Can not talk a few girls and boys, boys say go, anxious to find out the real girls, each message is very, very long, and each is made of tears. Can take the boy or the girl's heart from the highest point down to the bottom, which for her is a big blow! But the girl was willing to believe him, not to question him. Girls will always believe the boy she really loves the boy! Love, love!
call this day the boy finally came! Girl looking for a long time, he called it! But he seems, like nothing happened, or did tease girls, but girls do not laugh, she cried,
doudoune moncler pas cher! She was disappointed, the boy did not understand her feelings now! She brings a joy, she knew the boy did not change of heart, before resentment was gone, she really cares about the boy that every word, afraid to lose him! She really missed him!
fact, nobody in the world worth to him, who once worthy of you people crying for him, life does not make you cry. The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I do not know standing in front of you I love you, but more distant from the world, not me standing in front of you but you know I love you, but knowing phase love but not together! If she and he left the network and the telephone, how long can they love it? Sometimes just one person might be feeling something, and nothing to anyone. Love or not love, can only end their right! How long? 相关的主题文章：
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Ron DiFrancesco's voice softens and trails off. He barely finishes his sentences as he recalls his experience on Sept. 11, 2001. He speaks as if it happened yesterday.
"It was a living hell," he says. "I was mere seconds from death. ... I didn't know I was going to get out."
DiFrancesco is believed to be the last person out of the South Tower of the World Trade Center before it collapsed. According to some reports, he was one of only four people to escape from above the 81st floor.
A decade later, survivor's guilt still weighs heavily on him.
"I will carry with me to my grave whether I should have taken somebody with me," he says, "I still harbor a lot of guilt.
"Time does heal a bit, but it doesn't make you forget what happened. And I think, for our generation, it's our marking point in history. It changed the world that day," he says.
DiFrancesco prefers not to go into detail about his horrifying experience on 9/11. He says it forces him to relive the nightmare. In the past 10 years, he has given only a few interviews, including one for John Geiger's book The Third Man Factor and another for an article in the Ottawa Citizen. Based on those accounts, this is what happened to DiFrancesco:
The first plane had just struck the North Tower, and from his office on the 84th floor of the South Tower, DiFrancesco, a 37-year-old Canadian money-market broker for Euro Brokers, could see smoke billowing from the building. Moments after he left his office to evacuate, the second plane smashed into the South Tower, hitting the building between the 77th and 85th floors.
DiFrancesco was thrown against a wall by the force of the impact, and then he rushed to the nearest stairwell and headed down. On the way, he ran into a group of people trying to escape; they told him to go up the stairs instead, because the flames were too bad below.
As they debated which way to go, they heard someone calling for help. DiFrancesco and his colleague Brian Clark, an executive vice president at Euro Brokers, went to rescue the man, but DiFrancesco became overwhelmed by smoke and had to turn back.
He began to go up the stairs to find clear air, but the doors on each landing were locked, a safety mechanism to keep smoke from filling the whole building in the event of a fire. Panic set in as it became harder to breathe, so he turned around and started back down.
He reached a landing in the impact zone and joined others lying on the floor, gasping for air. But a voice told him to get up and keep going. He ran down the stairs, covering his face with his forearms as he fought through the flames.
Finally he reached the ground floor, where a security guard directed him to a different exit. As he reached it, he heard a giant roar as the building began to collapse. He turned and saw a fireball heading right at him. Days later, he woke up in the hospital with lacerations on his head, burns all over his body, and a broken bone in his back.
Ten years later, DiFrancesco, who is now 47 and living in Toronto, Canada, says the memories and the aftermath of 9/11 permeate his everyday life.
"The scars on my head and my arms remind me every day how fortunate I am," he says. "There are mementos throughout the house. In our living room, we have quite a few pictures of New York and a picture of the World Trade Center. We have a couple of albums of cards that people had sent, and there are some memorial books we look at [too]. They actually gave my wife the watch that was on my wrist on 9/11. It was broken, but it stopped at the exact time the building came down."
But the effects of his experience that day go much deeper than his scars and mementos. DiFrancesco's near-death experience changed his entire outlook on life.
"For me, being so close to death, I don't fear dying or moving on," he says. "When I was almost down and out, I did see the light, and I was prepared to go, but I'm here. … If I was to die tomorrow I would hate leaving my wife and kids, but I don't fear dying now."
DiFrancesco's whole mentality changed, too. He's constantly on alert, even when there's no imminent threat.
"I'm very aware of my surroundings and what's going on, what I'm doing, and what other people are doing," he says. "Whenever I go into a building or a room, I need to know where the exit is, because that day I wasn't in control, and I almost didn't make it out. It's a bit obsessive I think, but it's changed the way I think and the way I act."
Even seemingly normal occurrences cause terrifying flashbacks.
"When I see tall buildings and planes, it jogs my memory," he says. "Loud noises [and chaos] really bother me. I'm a little claustrophobic, so when [I'm] in a big crowd, it gets to me a lot. I also find screaming and yelling really gets to me."
But out of the pain and chaos came compassion, hope, and a deeper meaning to the idea of paying it forward. DiFrancesco and his family have always been religious and involved in community service, but the overwhelming outreach from their friends and neighbors after 9/11 moved them to make it a bigger part of their lives.
"When I was in the hospital, people were taking care of meals for the family, and that went on for months," he says. His community went out of its way to help get the DiFrancesco family back on their feet.
"My car was left at the train station, and my wife didn't know where it was. A neighbor came and found my car and brought it back to us," he explains. "And I only had the one key that was melted in the World Trade Center, so he went and got new keys made for my car."
The lengths to which his community went to support them inspired DiFrancesco and his wife more than ever to pay it forward and to teach their kids to do the same. Now, DiFrancesco is on the board of two charities: Villa Colombo, a home for Italian seniors, and Camp Trillium, a charity that promotes and offers recreational experiences for children with cancer and their families.
For the DiFrancescos, volunteering for Camp Trillium is a family event.
"I participate in this cancer bike ride ... we ride basically 60 miles a day for four days," he says. "My children and my wife are actively involved [too]. My two older children ride with me, and my two younger [kids] and my wife volunteer for the four days."
DiFrancesco has always enjoyed cycling, especially for a good cause, but ever since 9/11, his riding has taken on a different meaning, and he rides for an hour or two almost daily.
"I love the peacefulness of the road, riding my bike, and riding in a pack ... [it's] a bit of healing for me," he says. "I find it cathartic."
The healing process is an ongoing one for his family. Over the years, DiFrancesco and his wife have been collecting friends' and families' stories of how 9/11 affected them -- and may even consider putting them into a book.
"We both find it fascinating what you were doing that day ... people went home, picked up their kids from school, and hugged them and kept them close," he says. "Just hearing [their] stories ... it's interesting to find out what everyone was doing on that day."
There are still questions that may never be answered, and survivor's guilt is ever-present.
"I don't understand all of it," he says. "Why did I survive and 61 of my colleagues didn't?"
For DiFrancesco, though, one message is clear.
"When your number is up, He will call you. Coming so close to death, I believe you can't change destiny," he says. "Be happy with every day we have here."
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