LPT: Climb up the stairs but take the elevator on the way down to protect your knees
I was told(by a medic) recently that climbing up the stairs is not so bad, but going down the stairs has a bad impact on your knees in the long run.
They suggested that I climb up the stairs (because i want movement) but come down in the elevator because of the negative effect.
Can someone tell me if this is true or false?
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I was told(by a medic) recently that climbing up the stairs is not so bad, but going down the stairs has a bad impact on your knees in the long run.
They suggested that I climb up the stairs (because i want movement) but come down in the elevator because of the negative effect.
Can someone tell me if this is true or false?
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A policewoman tends a baby girl who was found alone at a hotel room in Los Angeles, 1971
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Call of the Blade
We moved across town when I was in middle school, from an apartment to a bigger place with a yard and most importantly, opportunity and space on the inside to make our new house a home.
I remember how it was. Two weeks of moving and chaos, I felt it even as a kid. Just so much going on, so many phone calls, so much looking over documents to make sure that they were being written and read right and shifting schedules to make them align. Mommy broke down into tears more than once and, honestly, so did Dad.
Then was the big day. The big move, and all of the movers, and then, at long last, it was over. I remember. We got Chik-Fil-A for dinner that night and I remember, both Mommy and Dad were looking just... lost. Like they were there but they weren't there. If I'd been older and wittier, I'd have said that lights were on but no one was home. At the time, I just offered them chicken nuggets and some of that weird special sauce, and they kind of looked at me, then at each other, then laughed.
I remember Mommy. She was so pretty. Wavy yellow hair so long that it touched her waist, tiny, short, skinny, but from my memories and the pictures I've got, she wasn't exactly... built like a kid.
Not built like a kid at all...
I remember. Half the time, people thought she was my sister, not my Mommy, and she ate up every bit of it. She'd lean in, kind of straightening her back, pushing herself out for all the world to see, flash them a big smile and a grin and wink, and tell them... she was my Mommy.
She was such a good Mommy. So pretty.
I remember. It was that summer so Dad was working a lot. Lots of long hours, sometimes far from home. The days were long but sometimes he didn't even get home until after the sun was down. He was constantly tired, too tired to play, too tired to even rest, if that makes sense. Always something on his mind about work, he didn't even have time to do half the projects that he promised Mommy he'd do.
That's what led up to it. That's what caused it. Dad was going to be away for work for a long day, up at five, and back whenever he got back. I remember. I heard him and Mommy kiss and then, Mommy was up at 'em. She got me up, bright and early, then we went out to the home improvement store to get The Saw.
I remember. It looked intimidating in a picture along, like a weapon more than a tool, and the box was huge, I couldn't budge it and Mommy couldn't, either. It took a nice man who worked at the store to get it into the cart and then into the van. How we got it out to set it up, I don't even remember.
But what I do remember is... if it looked intimidating on the box, when it got set up, it looked deadly. The blade was so sharp, like a hundred tiny kitchen knives, and when Mommy told me how it worked--when she tested it out and it made that high-pitched whine and then that roar--I bolted as if it was a beast about to eat me alive. Even when it stopped it looked like a mouth opened wide, as if calling me in.
Mommy laughed and just said to be careful, and sit still, and not talk or distract her or even move. It's safe, she said, if you're careful and respectful, and we gotta get the job done anyway for Dad's sake. So sit still, don't move, don't make any noise, and it'll all be okay. But what if--no, silly. Be a good boy, sit still, don't move, don't make any noise. It'll all be okay.
So I was a good boy. I sat still. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound as Mommy made The Saw whine, and roar, and whir into life.
Those hundred sharp kitchen knives--I couldn't even see them anymore. They were spinning so fast they looked like a disk. The blade was so sharp that it ate through the wood like it was paper. And I could see Mommy smiling and squinting, her blonde hair blown back by the blade. She looked like a warrior, or a goddess of some kind, she was so pretty and awesome and cool.
And then... the wind changed. And Mommy's long blonde hair shifted, and twisted, as if called to the blade.
At first, nothing happened. I guess the teeth cut her hair like a scissor. But then there was more. There was a lot more. And it got trapped in the blade and pulled into The Saw and then Mommy got yanked forward. And she was so tiny and so she was called to the blade and then the screaming roar that I thought was going to eat me, turned its appetite on her.
It pulled her face-first into the blade. She stopped herself with her arms... kind of. But her face got cut from her forehead to her nose to her mouth, making her mouth open vertically, bright red and wet with blood. And then she got pulled farther, cutting into her jaw and her skull and her brain, almost bisecting it between the hemispheres, almost giving her a split personality.
But some part of Mommy was still alive. Some part of her made her grab at the blade until it ate her fingers too. And then it gripped and it pulled and then it just kept going. It cut Mommy apart from her head to her toes and like a good little boy, I sat still, I didn't move, I didn't make so much as a peep as The Saw ate my own Mommy alive right in front of my eyes.
I don't really remember what happened next. The days and the months after that... the best I can piece together is, they said I was still in shock when Dad found me. Still terrified and motionless, dumbstruck by what I'd seen. They must have asked me what had happened and I must have told the truth, most of it anyway, except.... Dad never believed me. Not really, I think. I think he knew even then that I was a little different, a little off, that when Mommy told me to sit and be quite and to not move a muscle, I took it a little... too recklessly.
And besides--what I told them made sense, mostly. It was kind of weird, kind of a gross coincidence on top of everything, but... it could have happened like that. The blade caught Mommy's hair and chopped it up, why would it stop there and not pull off her clothes, too?
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We moved across town when I was in middle school, from an apartment to a bigger place with a yard and most importantly, opportunity and space on the inside to make our new house a home.
I remember how it was. Two weeks of moving and chaos, I felt it even as a kid. Just so much going on, so many phone calls, so much looking over documents to make sure that they were being written and read right and shifting schedules to make them align. Mommy broke down into tears more than once and, honestly, so did Dad.
Then was the big day. The big move, and all of the movers, and then, at long last, it was over. I remember. We got Chik-Fil-A for dinner that night and I remember, both Mommy and Dad were looking just... lost. Like they were there but they weren't there. If I'd been older and wittier, I'd have said that lights were on but no one was home. At the time, I just offered them chicken nuggets and some of that weird special sauce, and they kind of looked at me, then at each other, then laughed.
I remember Mommy. She was so pretty. Wavy yellow hair so long that it touched her waist, tiny, short, skinny, but from my memories and the pictures I've got, she wasn't exactly... built like a kid.
Not built like a kid at all...
I remember. Half the time, people thought she was my sister, not my Mommy, and she ate up every bit of it. She'd lean in, kind of straightening her back, pushing herself out for all the world to see, flash them a big smile and a grin and wink, and tell them... she was my Mommy.
She was such a good Mommy. So pretty.
I remember. It was that summer so Dad was working a lot. Lots of long hours, sometimes far from home. The days were long but sometimes he didn't even get home until after the sun was down. He was constantly tired, too tired to play, too tired to even rest, if that makes sense. Always something on his mind about work, he didn't even have time to do half the projects that he promised Mommy he'd do.
That's what led up to it. That's what caused it. Dad was going to be away for work for a long day, up at five, and back whenever he got back. I remember. I heard him and Mommy kiss and then, Mommy was up at 'em. She got me up, bright and early, then we went out to the home improvement store to get The Saw.
I remember. It looked intimidating in a picture along, like a weapon more than a tool, and the box was huge, I couldn't budge it and Mommy couldn't, either. It took a nice man who worked at the store to get it into the cart and then into the van. How we got it out to set it up, I don't even remember.
But what I do remember is... if it looked intimidating on the box, when it got set up, it looked deadly. The blade was so sharp, like a hundred tiny kitchen knives, and when Mommy told me how it worked--when she tested it out and it made that high-pitched whine and then that roar--I bolted as if it was a beast about to eat me alive. Even when it stopped it looked like a mouth opened wide, as if calling me in.
Mommy laughed and just said to be careful, and sit still, and not talk or distract her or even move. It's safe, she said, if you're careful and respectful, and we gotta get the job done anyway for Dad's sake. So sit still, don't move, don't make any noise, and it'll all be okay. But what if--no, silly. Be a good boy, sit still, don't move, don't make any noise. It'll all be okay.
So I was a good boy. I sat still. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound as Mommy made The Saw whine, and roar, and whir into life.
Those hundred sharp kitchen knives--I couldn't even see them anymore. They were spinning so fast they looked like a disk. The blade was so sharp that it ate through the wood like it was paper. And I could see Mommy smiling and squinting, her blonde hair blown back by the blade. She looked like a warrior, or a goddess of some kind, she was so pretty and awesome and cool.
And then... the wind changed. And Mommy's long blonde hair shifted, and twisted, as if called to the blade.
At first, nothing happened. I guess the teeth cut her hair like a scissor. But then there was more. There was a lot more. And it got trapped in the blade and pulled into The Saw and then Mommy got yanked forward. And she was so tiny and so she was called to the blade and then the screaming roar that I thought was going to eat me, turned its appetite on her.
It pulled her face-first into the blade. She stopped herself with her arms... kind of. But her face got cut from her forehead to her nose to her mouth, making her mouth open vertically, bright red and wet with blood. And then she got pulled farther, cutting into her jaw and her skull and her brain, almost bisecting it between the hemispheres, almost giving her a split personality.
But some part of Mommy was still alive. Some part of her made her grab at the blade until it ate her fingers too. And then it gripped and it pulled and then it just kept going. It cut Mommy apart from her head to her toes and like a good little boy, I sat still, I didn't move, I didn't make so much as a peep as The Saw ate my own Mommy alive right in front of my eyes.
I don't really remember what happened next. The days and the months after that... the best I can piece together is, they said I was still in shock when Dad found me. Still terrified and motionless, dumbstruck by what I'd seen. They must have asked me what had happened and I must have told the truth, most of it anyway, except.... Dad never believed me. Not really, I think. I think he knew even then that I was a little different, a little off, that when Mommy told me to sit and be quite and to not move a muscle, I took it a little... too recklessly.
And besides--what I told them made sense, mostly. It was kind of weird, kind of a gross coincidence on top of everything, but... it could have happened like that. The blade caught Mommy's hair and chopped it up, why would it stop there and not pull off her clothes, too?
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Dream Count by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi
Hello,
I was wondering if anyone has read the new book by Chimamanda Adichi. I am so excited to read it. Currently finishing up Americanah and love it so much.
What are your thoughts on the new book?
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Hello,
I was wondering if anyone has read the new book by Chimamanda Adichi. I am so excited to read it. Currently finishing up Americanah and love it so much.
What are your thoughts on the new book?
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50 Bedtime Stories of Wisdom: Engaging and Inspiring Tales for Kids that Teach Invaluable Life Lessons on Character Building, Leadership, Empathy, Discipline, Social Intelligence and Much More!
Imagine the joy of knowing your child is not just being entertained but is also learning invaluable life lessons that would prepare them to live a full-fledged life with grace.
*"****50 Bedtime Stories of Wisdom****"* is more than just a storybook — it’s a journey of learning and growth.
Here are the key features of the book:
**🌟** **50 Captivating Bedtime Stories**: A collection of beautifully written moral stories that engage and inspire kids, perfect for winding down before sleep.
**💡** **Teaches Life-Changing Lessons**: Every story imparts essential values like character building, leadership, empathy, discipline, and social intelligence — helping kids develop skills for a lifetime.
**🐾** **Animal & Human Characters**: Meet charming characters, from wise old owl to young brave hero, each with a story that brings important lessons to life in a relatable and fun way.
**🎨** **Gorgeous Illustrations in Every Story**: Eye-catching illustrations bring each tale to life, sparking imagination and adding a visual treat to the bedtime experience.
**💭** **Encourages Critical Thinking**: Helps children understand how to make wise decisions, solve problems, and approach challenges in everyday life.
**🤝** **Builds Strong Values**: Strengthens qualities like kindness, patience, honesty, discipline and bravery through engaging storytelling.
**✨** **Ideal Gift for Young Readers**: Whether for birthdays, holidays, or special occasions, this book is a thoughtful gift that offers more than just entertainment—it’s a guide to wisdom.
**🎁** **Perfect for Parents & Educators**: A must-have resource for parents, teachers, or caregivers looking to introduce children to meaningful stories with lasting impact.
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Imagine the joy of knowing your child is not just being entertained but is also learning invaluable life lessons that would prepare them to live a full-fledged life with grace.
*"****50 Bedtime Stories of Wisdom****"* is more than just a storybook — it’s a journey of learning and growth.
Here are the key features of the book:
**🌟** **50 Captivating Bedtime Stories**: A collection of beautifully written moral stories that engage and inspire kids, perfect for winding down before sleep.
**💡** **Teaches Life-Changing Lessons**: Every story imparts essential values like character building, leadership, empathy, discipline, and social intelligence — helping kids develop skills for a lifetime.
**🐾** **Animal & Human Characters**: Meet charming characters, from wise old owl to young brave hero, each with a story that brings important lessons to life in a relatable and fun way.
**🎨** **Gorgeous Illustrations in Every Story**: Eye-catching illustrations bring each tale to life, sparking imagination and adding a visual treat to the bedtime experience.
**💭** **Encourages Critical Thinking**: Helps children understand how to make wise decisions, solve problems, and approach challenges in everyday life.
**🤝** **Builds Strong Values**: Strengthens qualities like kindness, patience, honesty, discipline and bravery through engaging storytelling.
**✨** **Ideal Gift for Young Readers**: Whether for birthdays, holidays, or special occasions, this book is a thoughtful gift that offers more than just entertainment—it’s a guide to wisdom.
**🎁** **Perfect for Parents & Educators**: A must-have resource for parents, teachers, or caregivers looking to introduce children to meaningful stories with lasting impact.
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