Aloha Friday – January 20, 2006

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Happy Aloha Friday! Good clean humor is sometimes in short supply these days, so I was very happy to receive these funny stories from another MBN member. Certainly at least worth a grin or two.

A Few Good Ones

A little boy was attending his first wedding. After the service, his cousin asked him, “How many women can a man marry?” “Sixteen,” the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he had an answer so quickly. “How do you know that?” “Easy,” the little boy said. “All you have to do is add it up, like the Pastor said: 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer.”

After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, “Mom, I’ve decided to become a minister when I grow up.” “That’s okay with us, but what made you decide that?” “Well,” said the little boy, “I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand and yell, than to sit and listen.”

A 6-year-old was overheard reciting the Lord’s Prayer at a church service: “And forgive us our trash passes, as we forgive those who passed trash against us.”

A boy was watching his father, a pastor, write a sermon. “How do you know what to say?” he asked. “Why, God tells me.” “Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?”

A little girl became restless as the preacher’s sermon dragged on and on. Finally, she leaned over to her mother and whispered, “Mommy, if we give him the money now, will he let us go?”

After the christening of his baby brother in church, little Johnny sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, “That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I want to stay with you guys!”

Terri asked her Sunday School class to draw pictures of their favorite Bible stories. She was puzzled by Kyle’s picture, which showed four people on an airplane, so she asked him which story it was meant to represent. “The Flight to Egypt,” was his reply. Pointing at each figure, Ms. Terri said, “That must be Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus. But who is the fourth person? Oh, that’s Pontius-the-pilot.

The Sunday School Teacher asks, “Now, Johnny, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?” “No sir,” little Johnny replies, “I don’t have to. My Mom is a good cook.”

A college drama group presented a play in which one character would stand on a trap door and announce, “I descend into hell!” A stagehand below would then pull a rope, the trapdoor would spring, and the actor would drop from view. The play was well received. When the actor playing the part became ill, another actor who was quite overweight took his place. When the new actor announced, “I descend into hell!” the stagehand pulled the rope, and the actor began his plunge, but became hopelessly stuck. No amount of tugging on the rope could make him descend. One student in the balcony jumped up and yelled: “Hallelujah! Hell is full!”

Pastor Dave Charlton tells us, “After a worship service at First Baptist Church in Newcastle, Kentucky, a mother with a fidgety seven-year old boy told me how she finally got her son to sit still and be quiet. About halfway through the sermon, she leaned over and whispered, ‘If you don’t be quiet, Pastor Charlton is going to lose his place and will have to start his sermon all over again!’ It worked.”

A little girl was sitting on her grandfather’s lap as he read her a bedtime story. From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek. She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again. Finally she spoke up, “Grandpa, did God make you?” “Yes, sweetheart,” he answered, “God made me a long time ago.” “Oh,” she paused, “Grandpa, did God make me too?” “Yes, indeed, honey,” he said, “God made you just a little while ago.” Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, “God’s getting better, isn’t he?”

PASS THIS ALONG IF THIS MADE YOU SMILE………

Have a wonderful weekend beloved. I will see you again next week.

Whatever, whenever, wherever, whoever, however, if ever, forever — at your service.
Age Quod Agis
chick

Aloha Friday – January 6, 2006 – The Power of Intercessory Prayer

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Happy Aloha Friday! Here is a message about praying. That’s the main reason we have the MBN – to be intercessors. “It’s a love thing.”

Power of prayer

Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children, and they needed food.

John Longhouse, the grocer scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: “Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.”

John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store. Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, “Do you have a grocery list?”

Louise replied, “Yes sir.”

“O. K.” he said, “put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.”

Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed. The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down. The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, “I can’t believe it.” The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list; it was a prayer, which said: “Dear Lord, you know my Needs. I am leaving this in your hands.”

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store. The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said, “It was worth every penny of it.”

Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs.

POWER OF PRAYER: When you receive this, say a prayer. That’s all you have to do. Just stop right now, and say a prayer for the one who sent this to you. Then please send this to all your friends and relatives. Don’t just delete this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.

Remember the six simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less.

6. Share the Joy as you pass The Word along.

No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

Disappointments are like road bumps, they slow you down a bit but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Don’t stay on the bumps too long, though. Move on! When you feel down because you didn’t get what you want, just sit tight and be happy, because God has thought of something better to give you. When something happens to you, good or bad, consider what it means. There’s a purpose to life’s events, to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry too hard.

You can’t make someone love you, all you can do is become someone who can be loved, and the rest is up to the person to realize your worth.

It’s better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one you love because of pride. We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love, when instead we should be perfecting the love we give.

Never abandon an old friend. You will never find one who can take his or her place. I love having friends, and I have loving friends. I actively cultivate friendships. As I told you, I try never to end a friendship; in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever, ever completely rejected a friend, or stopped loving him or her as a friend. I truly believe one should never kill love or terminate a friendship, even if your friend betrays you.

Never let love die; you can stop nurturing it so that it won’t grow, but you should never wipe it out. If you kill love or let it die, it becomes a permanent ugly, painful, sometimes crippling scar because when you kill love, you kill part of yourself, too. Sometimes it’s enough to make it “all the way up” to neutral because being hateful is self-destructive and sometimes so is being loving if it causes you pain and that is certainly self-destructive.

So if you can get to a place that is neutral (and that doesn’t mean being indifferent because indifference is worse than hatred; indifference is the complete dehumanization of a person), then you’ve done well, and maybe done some good in the process. When the relationship between two people is a lifetime partnership (or should be) the same thing applies. Don’t kill it if it falls apart, but do put it in neutral. That goes for parents, siblings, spouses, and offspring. Pets, too.

Pass it on to your dear friends. I just did.

chick

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Aloha Friday – Spetember 30, 2005 – Burned!

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Well, it’s Aloha Friday again. I like Fridays because they’re more laid-back (because we choose to see it that way) and people are generally in a good mood (well, with an occasional exception). People dress more casually (or fancier), and life just seems good. I can look forward to spending more time with my honey, Crucita. I might get a chance to work on my music. I can be a bum. Only think I don’t like about the weekends is that I’m not as accessible to my friends and colleagues at work. Oh, stop now! I don’t want to be caught up in the hassle of the screw-ups and scrambles. I just like being around all of you, yes, all. But especially you of course.

I thought I’d share another story with you. Well, actually, another poem. It’s based on an episode at Bible Camp when I was about 11 (1957). The ‘theme’ for that camping adventure was “Full-Time Christian Service.” The idea was that no matter what you did with your life, you could live your life as a witness to Jesus. You didn’t have to be a missionary, just an example.

It’s everyone’s responsibility to evangelize, but not everyone is called to be an evangelist. That’s a pretty special job. I though that was my calling for quite a while. My Jr and Sr year in high school, I pretty much felt I was going to grow up to be a minister and pastor a church somewhere. I entered college as “pre-sem” planning on going to seminary as soon as I could. I enrolled in a parochial college operated by The Reformed Church in America – the Dutch side of Calvinism – and got seriously into Bible study. And that was pretty serious, because I was already pretty serious. Always had/have been. When I was about 5 or 6 I got tapped to tell the story of Jonah and the Whale in front of the WHOLE CONGREGATION at the Vacation Bible School closing program. I choked. Barely whispered the story. I was petrified. You know, I am ACTUALLY and INTROVERT, and being in front of the public takes my breath away and makes me shaky. Yes, really. Sometimes I even have nosebleeds!

So, anyway, back to the camp. We were going to have a special bonfire at the end of camp. There were two things we were going to do. We were going to spend part of the last afternoon of camp gathering little sticks and branches in a small bundle. We tied the bundle together, and we were going to cast that into the bonfire on the final night. The final-night bonfires were always super-special. Lots of spirited singing, wonderful fellowship with the campers and counselors, a stirring message, and a call to commitment. The little bundle represented the things in life we wanted to do away with – our sins and weaknesses. There was also the opportunity to write your name on a paper and drop it in a box signifying you wanted to commit to Full-Time Christian Service.

This poem describes that night. When I have read it in the past, it’s not unusual for someone to be sort of ‘shocked’ by the line “For Christ’s sake, why?” Well, now you might be able to make sense of that and what surrounds it as well.

Welcome home

I thought I felt you touch me.
It may have been my mistake,
or my desire, one.

No. I am sure now.
You did touch me,
but only with a glance.

It was outside
the campfire circle
a long time ago.

I burned myself that night
and you didn’t laugh.
You were the only one.

For Christ’s sake, why?

I didn’t even know you then.
Only your name and
where you lived.

And now you want to live here
just because you touched me?
All right then. Welcome home.

We planned all this
‘way back when, but still,
that was a long time ago.

I think I remember putting my name in the box. I know it was the intention of my heart to do so, but I cannot remember if I had a paper and pencil and was able to write CHUCK TODD on the little square. I remember the bundle of sticks, though. It was pretty liberating for an 11 year old kid who was shy, modest, and kind of an amalgam of bully, pansy, and geek. I ran the neighborhood gang of kids in persecuting my next-door-neighbor Merritt Henman. We were merciless, and when I got older I finally went back to The Old Neighborhood and apologized to him and his mom. I was a cry-baby asthmatic who woke up in the hospital several times housed in an oxygen tent, was terrified of water – asthma attacks and drowning were roughly equivalent to me: You can’t breathe. And I was already a scientist. I was fascinated with Dinosaurs, atomic energy, and chemistry. I had my own microscope, chemistry set, and had already presented a report on Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, built a model reactor, and was in the Science Club at school. I had LOTS of time to read and fantasize about spectacular success as a scientist. And I was miserable, angry, all kinds of shook up. That’s the part that went into the fire that night. That’s another whole story though, and I’ve digressed too far and too long.

The last stanza there alludes to the whole idea that God knew all along He and I wanted each other since the beginning of creation. Sometimes, like that night at the campfire, I feel just inches away from him. Other times the distance separating us is incomprehensible. Mot of the time, though, I know Him best in the love I share with my family and friends – yep those are definitely two distinct and separate groups.

Gee! We (especially me) better get back to work. I know you might not feel like writing stories from your past, but I deeply hope you will feel like sharing them in SOME way. Another of the things I want to show you is the 7 R’s. I think you will find that useful. I hope so.

chick

See you in the moon!

Aoha Friday – September 2, 2005 – Micah 6:8

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Friday, September 2, 2005

Well, Beloved, it’s been a difficult week.
The Gulf Coast is decimated and hundreds die.
The terror of being terrorized results in the death of another thousand in Iraq.
The Janjaweed continue to murder, rape, torture, and dehumanize in Darfur and the Sudan.

It is a painful time, and so many of us call out “Why?!” God knows, but He’s not telling all of it to us because it is more than we can handle, I think. There is something in pain that brings about the grace of discernment; we are somehow better able to grasp the dichotomy of feeling our compassion expand the borders of our love for each other and at the same moment recognize the capacity inherent in all of us to be cruel or hateful, or even indifferent which is far worse than being hateful.

Yesterday a dear friend and coworker lost her battle with Lupus erythematosis, a devastating disease that causes the body to attack itself. She’s been with the company for years. Another blow in a very long week.

My friend, Caryn, now knows the Peace of God. Scores of thousands in the Deep South will be yearning for Peace over the coming weeks and months. Many will have already found it as they meet their creator. In Iraq, Peace will elude many, but be granted to those who trust in the mercy of God. For those of us who have not experienced these tragedies first-hand, there is the Peace that arises from knowing that our spiritual and corporal works of mercy will help console and comfort those who have suffered, and continue to suffer, the effects of violence, disaster, famine, pestilence, and illness of body, mind, or spirit. Scripture shows us this: Philippians 4:7 reads, “And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” It is peace from God, peace with God, and the peace of God.

My heartfelt prayer for YOU today, and everyday in fact, is that such a Peace will characterize YOUR life, and that YOU will not hold your peace, but be held in Peace. Cry out against injustice, lift your voice for the oppressed, open your hands to the poor and lonely. What can we do when so much tragedy surrounds us? Here is Micah 6:8;

He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly, and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

In my view, this is the path to Peace. Let’s walk it together with Him in whom all Peace resides.

chick

Aloha Friday – June 3, 2005

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Aloha nui loa, my friend! Hope you’re doing well. It seems the change of seasons always stirs SOMEthing up! Like “In Spring a young man’s fancy . . .” Well, it happens to young ladies, too, and if you’re lucky, those “fancies” just keep on a-turnin’ whether you’re a guy or a gal!

We’re reminded of that a bit more often as T & E get closer and closer to The WEDDING Day. 36 days from today if my math is right. We’re all looking forward to it. As many people CAN be there WILL be there, and the rest will be there in spirit.

We’ve had a beautiful week this past week (since last Friday). Crucita and I went ahead with that camping adventure — pitched the tent on the sun deck and camped out overnight. We were planning on playing the first three Star Wars movies, but our TV/VCR hit the crapper, and we couldn’t play the tapes, so we just watched the Big Dipper until we got really sleepy and went to bed. Not surprisingly, at our age, that didn’t take long! But staying asleep was another matter . . . for me anyway.

Hercules — our adolescent, nearly-male but otherwise-all-boy cat — had decided he wanted to be an outdoor cat, so he was not IN the house. He was UNDER the house concocting fantasies about catching and eating Free Range Red Jungle Fowl (see above). Never happened. Never gonna happen. He did, however, manage to tangle three times in one night with a seriously demented totally black feral tom cat. That had me out of the tent and scuttling down the “steps” (more like ladder rungs) of the Sun Deck trying to break up the fight. Herc came back to the house (reluctantly after being trapped by my clever ruse which cornered him in our Lanai Shower Room) three days later. Meanwhile, the camping trip was . . . swell! We really did have fun, and we’ll probably do it again!

School will be over for Crucita on June 8. I think I’ll send her to the Spa at the Kaua`i Marriott for a ½ day “excursion.” Then she’ll be starting her remodeling/rebuilding projects and getting ready for Montana July 1-15. After that, we’ll be back home and waiting for the Duke-Todds to get to Kaua`i after a honeymoon on Maui.

Thanks ever so much for your thoughts and prayers. That means so much! Special people like you handle that in an extraordinary way. God bless you, and I bless you too — every day.

chick

A Prayer for Peace

Pray For Peace

I took my little one up the stairs
Sat down beside her
To hear her prayers.
She knelt down there and bowed her head
And I felt so proud of her when she said,
 

“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake
I ask the Lord my soul to take.”
 

When she said these words, she was so sincere.
Her simple faith made the meaning clear
I thought she had finished, but there she stayed,
And tears filled my eyes at the words she prayed.
 

“But if by Grace I pass the night
I pray tomorrow that I might
Walk beside you all the day
And show your love in every way.
 

“God bless Mama and Daddy
And Speckles – our dog –
Our President, Astronauts,
And soldiers abroad
And there’s one more thing I’d ask you please
Give us all enough faith to pray for Peace. Amen.”
 

I tucked her in and I kissed her goodnight
Left the door open and turned out the light
And prayed in my heart, “O Dear God, please
Give us all enough Faith to pray for Peace … ”

 
Melody and Lyrics by Chick Todd – © 1969

 

Aloha Friday, April 8, 2005 – The Pink Dress

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There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.

She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl, for as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.

As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl’s dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow in our society, and heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, “Hello.” The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a “hi;” after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back

We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, “Because, I’m different ” I immediately said, “That you are!”, and smiled The little girl acted even sadder and said, “I know.”

“Little girl,” I said, “You remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.” She looked at me and smiled, and then slowly she got to her feet and said, “Really?” “Yes, you’re like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by.” She nodded her head yes, and smiled.

With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, and then she said “I am. I’m your Guardian Angel,” with a twinkle in her eye. I was speechless — sure I was seeing things. She said, “For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done.” I got to my feet and said, “Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?” She looked at me, smiled, and said, “You’re the only one that could see me,” and then she was gone

And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you’re all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you. Every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the heart. I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you. You never know! S/he might even send you an e-mail!

Tickle me blue.

Her name was Dolores.
She was four.
She had a cute pug nose
and long angel-like hair.
Her eyes were large —
larger than they really should have been.
From one eye came a single
slow, dirty tear.

Her little pink dress
made a background
for her own emptiness.
She sat like a wilted flower
all alone in an
old, empty garden.
She had her arms crossed
and her hands pressed against her ribs
trying to remember laughing —
trying to tickle herself.
Her name was Dolores.

Make it a wonderful Aloha Friday. Angels watching over me, watching over you, too.

Aloha Friday, August 10, 2004 – The Fruits of the Holy Spirit

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Aloha, dear friend! Another week comes to an end. For so many people, this has been a week of severe testing – Florida, Iraq and Afghanistan, Sudan and Indonesia. For some it has been a struggle in their own homes, and for others a deeper struggle in their own bodies, or their hearts and minds. How are we supposed to respond to all of this? It is, in all honesty, overwhelming.

These difficulties are so prevalent that we can sometimes feel – and see – hope is defeated. Not so. If you look at the terrible and difficult things that are happening in the world and in our lives, it sort of follow that old Pareto rule, that 80/20 thing. Pareto’s rule states that a small number of causes is responsible for a large percentage of the effect, in a ratio of about 20:80. Expressed in a management context, 20% of a person’s effort generates 80% of the person’s results. The corollary to this is that 20% of one’s results absorb 80% of one’s resources or efforts. And we could extrapolate that to say that 80% of the things that try our spirits are caused by 20% of the things that happen. Or maybe even that 20% of the things that we view as catastrophic are natural physical events – like volcanoes, tornadoes, hurricanes, lung cancer, plagues of locusts, and the like. The other 80% might be spiritual like war, terrorism, pornography, crack and speed, infidelity, hopelessness, depraved indifference to human life from the moment of conception to the moment of death, and so many other things that often make being alive more difficult than it should be for so many millions of people.

What can we do about all this? Perhaps we can choose to live a spiritual life at home, at work, at school, at play, and even (incredible!) at church. Here’s a little quote from NIV Bible:

Galatians 5:22-23
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

Well, at least there shouldn’t be. We find ourselves confronting those “unwritten laws” that say living a spiritual life is not acceptable; we are out of touch with reality if we believe such things really make a difference. In the world’s views, that is. In God’s view, these things ARE life. And they’re not so difficult to live with either. In a recent article that appeared in THE CATHOLIC HERALD the diocesan newspaper for the Diocese of Honolulu, Fr. William J. Byron, SJ, had this to say about these seven gifts of the spirit:

Love is service and sacrifice.
Joy is balance at the center of the soul.
Peace is good order.
Patience is the ability to endure whatever comes.
Kindness is attentive regard for the other.
Generosity is the habitual disposition to share.
Gentleness is courageous respect for other.
Self-control is a voluntary check on the appetite for success.

We are created in God’s image, and part of the heritage of that image is the gift of self-determination. If we choose to remember what these things actually mean, we can bring that choice, that spirituality into our lives, our world, our 80/20 mix. Here’s the thing: It’s also true that 80% of the good things in this world come from the 20% of our spiritual gifts we share with each other. Today I challenge you to go for 21%. Print out this note, or cut and paste Fr. Byron’s examples into another document you can print out and hang on your wall (I made a really pretty one with fancy lettering and images). It’s just a reminder, but it’s also just a way to change the world and maybe even the future population of heaven.

Love in Christ,

Chick

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Chick Todd’s Glass Class

Chick Todd’s Glass Class

 The glass is never half-full. The glass is never half-empty. The glass is always full. THIS glass is partially filled with water and partially filled with air. If you’re a water-breather, that’s good because half of the glass sustains your life. If you’re an air breather, that’s good because the other half of the glass sustains your life. If you live in a vacuum, it’s still good because neither the water nor the air affect you. So, it’s all good as long as you take it all and use what you need.

 God’s Grace is like that. It’s all-sufficient, and always good, and always just what you need with plenty extra thrown in for others.

 half-empty-glass

 

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