Ce inseamna cand lovesti cu masina o bufnita?/ What happens when you hit with car an owl?



Raspuns : Ca esti neatent?!

Answer : That you aren’t careful?


Recompensa JTN Panel

In ultimul articol despre sondaje online, am mentionat despre un site de sondaje online cu premii si anume JTN Panel.

Am facut cererea de retragere pe data de 12 decembrie 2018, moment dupa care am mai completat sondaje pe platforma lor. Pe 9 ianuarie am primit si recompensa bine meritata:

jtn reward

Concluzionez ca acest site este de completare sondaje cu recompense este serios si isi respecta operatorii. Desi au durat 28 de zile de la cererea de retragere, recompensa a sosit si voi completa in continuare sondaje pe platforma lor.

Enigma zilei 1#/Today’s riddle 1#

Astazi, in timp ce citeam un articol al unui coleg blogger am identificat o mica eroare de scriere, si anume scrierea cu caractere mici a pronumelui de persoana I „I” in limba engleza.

Trebuie sa recunosc ca in primii ani de studiu a limbii engleze nu aveam absolut nici cea mai vaga idee importanta scrierea cu majuscula a pronumelui in cauza, cu atat mai mult ma simteam intrigata si nu consideram ca as fi gresit cu ceva.

De ce „I” si nu „i” ?

Limba engleza este singura limba ce, spre deosebire de limbile romanice si germanice insista pe scrierea cu majuscula a pronumelui de persoana I „I”.

Ideea de a folosi scrierea cu majuscule in cazul de fata a fost accidentala. In limba engleza veche si mijlocie, cuvantul „I” a fost apropiat varului sau din limba germana „ich”, ce era de foarte multe ori scris „ic”. In acel moment cuvantul nu a fost scris cu majuscula. In timp insa, pronuntia si ortografia s-au schimbat pierzand consoana „c”.

La inceput noul cuvant „i” s-a scris cu caractere mici. Cu toate acestea, scrierea cu litere mici a pronumelui de persoana I s-a schimbat dintr-un motiv absurd: litera „i” subtire, arata nefavorabil in comparatie cu celelalte cuvinte.

Charles Bigelow, un istoric de clasa si creatorul fonturilor Lucida Sans si Wingdings (pe care le utilizam si astazi in Microsoft Word), explica: „Arata ca si cum s-ar fi despartit de un alt cuvant, s-a pierdut sau a intampinat vreun accident. Cand cuvintul „i” s-a despartit de „ich” o singura litera trebuia sa reprezinte un cuvant important, din punct de vedere gramatical pentru a purta povara semantica, asadar carturarii au facut-o mai mare, ceea ce inseamna mai inalta, ceea ce inseamna echivalentul unei majuscule.”

Din momentul cand autorul renumit Chaucer a scris „Povestile din Canterbury” in 1300, pronumele de persoana intai, „I”, a fost scris cu majuscula pana in zilele noastre.

                                                                      English version

Today, while reading an article by a blogger colleague, I identified a small writing error, namely the small writing of an English-language person’s first English verb „I”.

I have to admit that in the first years of study English, I did not have the slightest idea of ​​the majestic capitalization of the pronoun in question, the more I felt intrigued and did not think I was wrong with anything.

                                                                  Why „I” and not „i”?

English is the only language which, unlike the Romanic and Germanic languages, insists on the capitalization of the person I „I”.

The idea of ​​using capitalization in this case was accidental. In the old and the middle English, the word „I” was close to its German language „ich”, which was very often written „ic”. At that time, the word was not written in capital. Over time, pronunciation and spelling have changed losing consonance „c”.

The word „i” was written in small characters. However, the small writing of a person’s pronoun changed for an absurd reason: the thin letter „i” looks unfavorable in comparison to the other words.

“Graphically, single letters are a problem,” says Charles Bigelow, a type historian and a designer of the Lucida and Wingdings font families. “They look like they broke off from a word or got lost or had some other accident.” When “I” shrunk to a single letter, Bigelow explains, “one little letter had to represent an important word, but it was too wimpy, graphically speaking, to carry the semantic burden, so the scribes made it bigger, which means taller, which means equivalent to a capital.

From the time the famous author Chaucer wrote „The Canterbury Stories” in 1300, the first person pronoun, „I”, has been capitalized up to the present day.
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Five Feet Apart

Hello dear readers! So, today I managed to share with you a love story about two persons with cystic fibrosis both in english and romanian version.

The Video of the Day I am going to share with you is also about one similar case, the trailer for the Movie Five Feet Apart.

Five Feet Apart is a 2019 American romantic drama film written by Mikki Daughtry and Tobias Iaconis and directed by Justin Baldoni. The film will star Haley Lu Richardson and Cole Sprouse and will be released on March 22, 2019 by CBS Films.

Five Feet Apart consulted with Claire’s Place Foundation, a cystic fibrosis advocacy group named in honor of the late Claire Wineland, a patient and well-known advocate who had worked with the film’s actors on creating a realistic portrayal of the disorder before she died in September.

Against all odds, with love

Today I will tell a story that really amazed me, I hope you will enjoy it and share your opinion after reading it. This story has a romanian version also, which you can easily find here.

                                                           Against all odds

They met in the spring of 1986 when they were admitted to the Presbyterian Hospital in Dallas in the wing of Cystic Fibrosis. Kimberley Marshall was 16, she was tiny, pale and beautiful. Kimberley was reddish with her long hair falling to her waist. David Crenshaw was 18 years old. David was waiting at the end of the hall, hoping the girl would appear at the other end.

„It’s not possible.” Therapist said. „She would not look at you”.

In the wing of the Presbyterian Hospital, on the 3rd floor, a bunch of adults and adolescents live in private rooms. Throughout the day, they receive large amounts of antibiotics by intravenous injections. Some have small oxygen tubes in the nose; others use more elaborate machines to open the bronchial passages. Respiratory therapists press lightly on their chests and backs hoping to dislodge the mucus from their lungs. There is always the dry stitch sound, the crumbly hair and the sound of the stitch spasms. The sound is heard as an old machine that tries to start. As a serial killer, cystic fibrosis is unstoppable. Even if there are treatments and medications that allow patients to live longer, in poor life, few survive until the age of 30.

It’s hard to imagine a love story that develops between two sick patients like David and Kim. But that’s the magic of their story.

When Kim Marshall came to the Presbyterian, in the mid-1980s, she knew she was lucky to live. Doctors have been waiting for her to die since she was born on July 10, 1969, when she was trying to breath for the first time, and started vomiting a black-green mucus. But Dr. Kramer, then a pediatrician, informed her parents that it is just a temporary issue. At that time, due to the lack of developed drugs, 50% of children born with cystic fibrosis died about 10 years of life; 18% died in adolescence.

„That isn’t happening to us.” Said Down, the mother of the child to the doctor.

Dawn, a beautiful wife and her husband, an aerospace engineer Bill Marshall, were a pretty well-known couple among the good world of a Dallas society, even appearing in magazines.

„Suddenly,” She remembers, „it was as if our lives had stopped and we could not take it any further.”

Desperate to keep her daughter alive, Dawn held her daughter on a pillow and put her in a small crib. About three hours a day, she pressed on her tiny chest and back. Kim’s skin was white as a dove, and her bones were so prominent that they seemed to have acupuncture. To the astonishment of the doctors she managed to finish elementary school and joined a female football team.

But then days came when the face of the girl seemed to deflate like a rubber toy with a hole in it. Dawn was taking her daughter to the hospital, wondering if this time she will return home. The routine has become familiar – there have been several months at home and then returned to the hospital.

Kim is always accompanied by her plush animal, and she also prefers to keep her diary. When the children died in rooms alongside her, one after another, Kim wrote her impressions (Wendy winkles her at 8:10 in the morning, this one has suffered the whole night, it’s better so, Poor Creature).

„Kim was always so optimistic, eager to smile,” said Dawn.

„I think the diary was her way to prepare for what she knew that will happen.”

Because Kim did everything she could to be like „normal” (her name for children who did not have cystic fibrosis). In high school, she had only grades A and B and she always dressed gorgeously, wearing long dresses to hide her bones. If colleagues asked about the cough crises she would say the she has asthma. But, of course, she could not ignore the reality of her life.

Finally, in her last one she became so weak that she had to not attend classes and take her schooling at home. Unfortunately, she could not go to the banquet.

Kim became naughty. She would always play a movie – Blue Lagoon, the story of a teenage boy and a little girl who fall in love on a remote island. He went through a period of retreat, smoking cigarettes, two packs of Marlboro per night, even though she knew that smoking was badly harming her already badly affected lungs. She stole her mother’s car at night, making dangerous races.

One night, at the end of despair, Dawn finally screamed at her, „What’s wrong with you? Why are you trying to destroy yourself?”

Kim buried her face in tears and a started crying.

„You know what the problem is,” she said. „I have no life, I know I will not have a life.”

Dawn’s who always tried to have a quiet response for her, she did not know what to say at that moment.

David Crenshaw was a kind of legend of the hospital. Noisy and Athletic, he was famous because he was trying to impress the girls with raw jokes. No one ever heard of a cystic fibrosis patient doing the things he was doing. When he was not in the hospital, he was going to car races.

„Our goal was to raise it as if it were not sick.” Says David’s father.

„We thought that maybe if he was courageous, he would resist more”

In fact, David never behaved like a sick person. He was a joyful, driving races in wheelchairs and racing in the hospital hall. One night a few cystic fibrosis patients went to competitions outside for a time of -32 degrees Celsius.

„He had a sense of immortality.” Remembers Dr. Kramer.

For two years David watched Kim. She always went through the hall of her hospital room, trying to get courage to greet her. Kim watched him – he wore sneakers, blue jeans and a white shirt together with his glasses bound with a piece of tape; she smiled slightly at her and returned to read her book.

David was fearless.

„When she was in the hospital and he was home,” he remembers, „he calls me to ask how he feels and what he has done during the day.”

For months, David waited patiently while Kim was courted by other boys on the third floor – blonde boys, sophisticated, wealthy.

Then in the spring of 1989, when he and Kim left the hospital, David made the move. She called her home and invited her to have dinner together.

Even if she said no, David said „I’ll be there at 8.00 pm and no comment,” then he left.

Kim, who was scared, brought a girlfriend she had to face with David as she stood upstairs refusing to speak. She also did not say anything during the meal and gave David a bad look when he suggested going to the disco. When he brought her home, Kim stepped out of her car and headed for her room, slamming the door. But David still appeared at Kim’s house. He took her to „Sound Warehouse” to buy tapes. He took her to bowling. She took her to see how he was racing while she was nervous on the seats.

„Oh, Lord!” He said to one of those races, „He will die!”

David returned with the car and after the race he breathed a kiss through the air.

Despite the impossible circumstances, love flourished. On November 17, 1989, after her usual diary writings about the death of her friends, Kim wrote:

„Tonight, David and I went behind the picnic tables in the hospital and we kissed for the first time. I have so deep feelings for him, because he is my friend, he supports me and he loves me as much as I love him. Please, God, let this relationship bloom. ”

To the shock of families, friends and doctors, Kim and David announced their engagement.

„You are both sick.” David’s father told him, begging his son to change his mind: „You are sick! You can not take care of each other. ”

„Do you realize what’s going to happen?” Kim’s mother asked in tears.

„Do you realize that you will die in each other’s arms?”

„I think Kim realized it was the first and last time she could experience love,” says Dawn.

I still think it was crazy. We had all the possible questions: how can they coordinate their finances and insurance, how they will take care of them if they both are ill. But one day the Presbyterian priest told me, „Dawn, they do not have much to live on. At least let them be happy as long as they have each other ”

And I said, „You’re right!”

Kim and David’s wedding, the church was filled with the sound of coughing, all patients with cystic fibrosis community were present, wanting to see them as the couple vows to be together for better and worse.

Two Kim and David chairs were prepared in case they needed to sit down, but as everyone said after the event, Kim never showed healthier or more beautiful. The sponge from the wedding dress gave her body an attractive look. She even had red in her cheeks.

After they have registered at local hotel, where they spent their wedding night, David asked the hotel servant to them the bottles with oxygen in the room.

„We may need them,” he said with a big smile.

Their apartment resembled a hospital. It was filled with oxygen bottles and boxes with syringes and medication, and the refrigerator was filled with IV bottles. Domestic needs were difficult because they could not move normally. They needed a whole day to clean the apartment and wash their clothes. Kim was too weak to change the bedding and pick up the mattress.

At the store, he was walking slowly down the aisle carrying portable oxygen bottle with the tubs blocked in his nostrils. At night they were tired. Kim stood on the couch as David leaned on her seat in his wheelchair.

Still, they continued to resist. They were happier than they were ever imagined. He always keeps sending her colorful greetings, as many as possible, the better. She wrote long love letters to him.

„We will compete with the incongruous.”

By 1992, Kim’s condition worsened. Unfortunately, it stuck with IV needles hundreds of times as its veins ceded. Her digestive system causes diarrhea. He did not have the strength to talk.

Because her body was unable to absorb the food, she was losing weight. She started to be ashamed to show herself in public.

David wrote a letter in which he said, „I love your body as it is. Your body perfectly outperforms mine! You are the most beautiful woman on the inside and outside I know. I love you with all my heart and soul, please believe me! ”

David never left Kim in the long trips to the hospital. At night she slept on a chair in her room. Because she was so weak she was holding the feon to dry her hair. To entertain her, she headed her way to the maternity ward where she could look at newborns. If he wanted caramel in the middle of the night, he headed to the store and bought them.

But in 1993 something changed. David’s cough became more intense and deep. His face turned orange and the veins from his neck were outside. In the afternoon, a nurse called Dana Thompson stopped to see her. Kim saw a soap movie as David sat silently in his chair. Dana noticed that David did not look as good as he used to. He’s still looking at one of the TV actors. Finally he said, „I wish it was so beautiful.”

„I said, David, but you’re beautiful.” Dana remembers.

„But I looked at him and realized he was changing. His face was stretched because of fluid retention. He used to lift weights, and now all the muscles in his arms disappeared. Kim looked very sad and then I said … God, David will die first! ”

David tried to assure Kim that he had nothing to worry about why the doctor told her after a recent check. The disease, which was inactive for most of the time, punished him. His lungs became blocked with mucous tissue. His brancial lobes were closing. His heart did not pump enough oxygenated blood. If the assault continues, David would have lost more and more oxygen, starting to ease himself to death. It was a race against time. David said he should not waste time: In July, to celebrate their birthdays, David 26 and Kim 24, he insisted on going on a Florida holiday.

„Just once they felt good enough to go to the beach,” says Kim’s sister, Mandy, who traveled with them.

They both wore the tubes with oxygen. Kim could not get too deep into the water because of his problems with balance and David did not succeed because of the lack of power. Finally they stood on the beach, letting the water pass over their feet. They knew it was the last time they could be alone together. People were passing, they were watching but Kim and David did not care, they stared at each other and shook hands.

Three months later, David and Kim were to see Dr. Kramer for a check. While Kim was waiting in another room, Dr. Kramer studied David’s oxygen levels. He could not say at least two words without breathing vigorously.

„You have to get in.” Dr. Kramer said, „And this time you will not go out again.”

David only managed to say, „Take care of Kim.”

Dr. Kramer strolled around the hall to tell him. After a long silence, he wondered if David could go home for one night in their one-room apartment where he could cook them. When the doctor said no, Kim left her head down, trying not to cry.

„Do not let him suffer.” She said.

My second Mystery Blogger Award

My blogger friend, Mes Mots awarded me with The Mystery Blogger Award, so I had to accept and honor my award, on the same day 😀 . I am deeply thankful to him, and I like to think of this as a wonderful gift for me in the new year, 2019.


The Mystery Blogger Award, it was created by Okoto as an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.

The rules of this awesome award are:

1. Put the award logo/image on your blog;

2. List the rules;

3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog;

4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well;

5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself;

6. You have to nominate 10 – 20 people;

7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog;

8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify);

9. Share a link to your best post(s);

10. Answer the questions your nominator gave you.

3 Things you must know about me:

  1. I like to think of myself as a social person, who loves to interact and meet new persons.
  2. I am doing the best I can, every day to make the best of my choices and decisions.
  3. I like to think anger is not the answer to a problem, of any sort or difficulty. You need to calm down and not take decisions when you are angry!!!

My special nominees for this award are:

  1. Ibonoco
  2. Tebogo Precious
  3. Audun Stolas
  4. Nirant Gurav
  5. BraveDad
  6. PositiveSideofTheCoin
  7. J.E. Lattimer
  8. M.Cooper
  9. Cody
  10. Raj

My questions for the nominees are:

  1. What would your perfect day look like?
  2. If you were to change something from your past, what would it be?
  3. What is the craziest, wildest dream you’ve ever had?
  4. If you were to transform in an animal, what would you pick?
  5. What is your favorite quote?

My answers to Mes Mots:

  • Whats your New year resolution?

I already had a post on that, check it out.

  • Your greatest fear?

I don’t like spiders and small, dark places.

  • If you are the last person remaining, what belonging would you like to save and keep with you forever?

I guess I could save my cat. At least, she will always be with me.

  • What was your best and worst 2018 moment?

My best moment was when I graduated and my worst when I got into depression because of work.


None of them.

In the end I would like to thank Mes Mots for giving me the honor of enjoying this amazing award and wish good luck to my special nominees! 🙂


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