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If I had a chance to live in under water I would think myself as a fish. Till now I have seen under water scenes in television channels only.  If I had that chance I have some fear. Any how I have some interest to go there. I could see lot of rare fishes under water. Seeing those kinds of rare fishes it would be very pleasant to my mind also.  I heard some names of rare fishes like starfish, many kinds of sharks, jelly fish, octopus, dolphins, and many sea creatures. I had learnt about these fishes through TV channels and books. So I can enjoy if I had that chance to live under water

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Dorgard is a self closing door device that is very much vital in case of building to be fire defense. It is commonly found in residential areas, nursing homes and in public places. Many people are unaware of fire doors, door detects are placed in the entry of the door that when senses the fire closes the door and sounds alarm instantly. They are available in various shapes and sizes, having capability of working independently and automatically in case of fire. The dorgard door closers are expensive as the fire detecting panels should be made more sensitive. It has a plunger that when pushed in will sound alarm and close the door.

Heaven is a beautiful place I have heard through my beloved aged people. The heaven is considered as the place of God. People say if we done any harm to others we should go to hell. If we do well to others we can go to the God’s place.  The message I have heard from my elders is that the people living in heaven are so happy and the people living in hell are struggled hardly with their punishments given by the lords of hell. So I should do good things to others and I will try to go to heaven.

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The most beautiful image comes from my childhood camping trips.  The snapshots were taken by my eyes many times over the years.  Although I tried, a camera just couldn’t capture the sight. My family camped in Sequoia National Park every summer among the granite, river, and Lodgepole pines.  Every morning and evening when things were sleepily slow, I could look to the south of our campsite. Across the river I could see the mountainside covered in a blanket of pines.  There were so many and it was so far away that I could not see the gray-brown trunks.  Eventually, the blanket reached the sky which changed colors depending upon the height of the sun: black, dark gray, dark blue, lighter blue, baby blue mixed with pink, brighter blue, and full-day blue…reversing order in the evening, but adding campfire smoke as a filter. The consistency of this progression and the quiet, peaceful memories it evokes make this picture so memorable.  Although I have tried to capture it on film many times over the years, I have failed.  This beautiful image is its truest in my heart and mind.

I have no car insurance. I am still behind in rent.  I pay the minimal amount to keep my electricity connected. There have been times when I’ve thought how we could use our camping stove and lanterns if we lost electricity. I have a pay-as-you-go cell phone to help with my job hunt.  Other than that, I have nothing.  We use the library’s DVD and book collections on a regular basis.  We have recycled cans for gas, laundry money, or other essentials like toilet paper from the Dollar Tree.  Fortunately, we live in a small town and can walk anywhere. Winning the lottery would mean that I could catch up on all the bills, including those in collections.  I could get my car fixed. I could get off food stamps.  I could get health insurance and monitor my diabetes and other health conditions better. I could pay my son back for the money he loaned me from his birthday and Confirmation at church.  I could buy him clothes for the start of school.  He is wearing some shirts which are five years old and are too short now that he has experienced most of his teenage growth spurt.  We have a dream to visit the coast again.  We have lived in Oregon four years now and only visited it once.  I could send him to visit our friends and family in Southern California.

Winning the lottery would immediately reduce my stress and make me feel like a good mother.  I am the single mom of a teenage boy.  I have not had full-time employment for eight years.  Most parents dream of providing their children with a life better than theirs.  So far, I am not doing well in that area when it comes to providing him with material things.  In 2003, I experienced a traumatic injury and had to leave my full-time teaching position.  Because of the economy, school districts are cutting positions and I’ve had to work as a substitute teacher.  As of my birthday in March, I cannot do that.  My teaching license expired because I could not afford the graduate level class I needed to meet the professional growth requirement for renewal.              Since then, I have been unemployed.

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They are members of fire department. The role of them in fire and safety includes enforcement of fire codes and also investigations. Fire Marshalls are those officers who have to conduct inspections in buildings and also they have to conduct inspections that are related to fire code. By law they are responsible of enforcing laws regarding flammable materials they investigate the origin and cause of fires. They are also known as fire fighters that wear a fire marshall jacket and also enforcement officers in fire laws. Their duties vary in accordance to the location they have to act upon. They can make arrests on offenses related with fire.

Preserving memories through photography is a tradition I wish to pass on to my son.  We do not live near family, but have volumes of photos which help us remember stories from our life “back home.”  We now have pictures taken over the past four years to use tell the story of our new lives to our family and friends 1,000 miles away.  I grew up in a household were taking pictures was a standard activity.  There was the traditional “stair step” picture of the five children in decending age and size.  EVERY year it seemed like!  I recall being blinded annually while opening my Christmas presents because Dad was using the light while filming us with the 8mm movie camera.  It was such a treat when he’d show us the old movies.  I am still proud that I was able to splice the film when it broke from age and usage.  We all knew the stories and I was jealous of the adventures my older brothers had experienced. After both parents died, all the photos were divided among the five children.  We received the ones which featured us so we could continue telling the stories to our children.             My son will inherit the photos of my childhood, the few photos of his father’s childhood, the photos of our marriage before his birth, and those of his lifetime.  My son is already able to tell many of the stories and I pray he will pass them on to his children, along with the stories of his own life.

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My honeymoon was a dream vacation from and a learning experience for my new husband who was from “deep” in Los Angeles.  We went camping in Sequoia National Park at the campground my family used every summer during my youth.        It was an opportunity for me to visit the place which had become my Heaven on Earth, full of warm, happy memories.  I would visit different places in my mind in relaxation exercises.  I wanted to share this part of my life with Michael.  It was an adventure for him and entertaining for me. By the end of the trip, which we ended early, he had learned that I did know some things he didn’t.  He had singed off his eyebrows when he let the gas fumes build up before igniting the lantern.  He learned not to stand in “Mosquito Alley” when you were told why it had that name.  Mosquitoes do bite through long sleeves!     Although our marriage did not last, the pictures, stories, and memories of my honeymoon at Sequoia have.  They are wonderful and our son enjoys hearing how Mom knew best…for once.

I had surgery the next day because I had eaten a mini Snickers bar on the way to the hospital.   My stomach had to be empty.  Three titanium screws were inserted to fixate the bone. A year and a half later, I was home in Southern California and still in pain, using a cane to walk.  I was fortunate enough to be referred to an orthopedic surgeon who specializes in traumatic injuries and practiced at the local hospital.  With one look at my new x-rays, he noticed several things.  Two of the three TITANIUM screws had broken. The bone had not healed.  The left hip was now out of alignment with the right hip. He performed surgery to fix the problems.  He took out all the screws and inserted a rod which went into the head of the femur and along the length of it.  Four screws hold it in place.  He broke the femur further down, on the long bone, to realign it.  Later, he had to perform another surgery to clear out the staph infection that invaded the surgical site.  The medications for the infection in combination with the blood thinners I was taking for a post-surgical blood clot made me critically ill.  After six weeks of hospitalization, I was released. The doctor apologized for what he called an “extended incarceration.”   Eight months after my discharge, he was yelling in the phone because I had mailed a picture of myself standing on a ledge of an almost dry waterfall, 20 feet off the ground, with my son and two of his adult Boy Scout leaders looking up at me.  It was a local hike and those two leaders knew my goal: to complete the ¼ mile hike, using my cane still, and to climb the waterfall.  They sang stupid songs to keep my mind off the pain while we hiked up That was my goal the whole time I was in the hospital.  Everyone knew it.  I had taught my nephews and my son to climb it at young ages.  I had coached my future husband, who was afraid of heights to climb it.  I WOULD CLIMB IT AGAIN and I DID!