ich bin nicht schizophren...ich auch nicht.
Für mich ist viel erstaunlicher wie man 1460 n. Chr. das Internet haben kann .
40 Civs auf einer Karte und Techtausch an. Das beschleunigt alles ein bißchen
„Freiheit bedeutet Verantwortlichkeit; das ist der Grund, weshalb die meisten Menschen sich vor ihr fürchten.“ - George Bernard Shaw
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"(When problems overwhelm us and sadness smothers us, where do we find the will and the courage to continue? Well, the answer may come in the caring voice of a friend, a chance encounter with a book, or from a personal faith. For Janet, help came from her faith, but it also came from a squirrel. Shortly after her divorce, Janet lost her father, then she lost her job. She had mounting money problems. But Janet not only survived, she worked her way out of despondency and now she says life is good again. How could this happen? She told me that late, one autumn day when she was at her lowest, she watched a squirrel storing up nuts for the winter. One at a time he would take them to the nest, and she thought, "If that squirrel can take care of himself with the harsh winter coming on, so can I." Once I broke my problems into small pieces, I was able to carry them—just like those acorns—one at a time.)"
Nicht, wenn man das ein paar Runden später gemacht hätte
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Sich selber, würde ich mal annehmen ;-)
"(When problems overwhelm us and sadness smothers us, where do we find the will and the courage to continue? Well, the answer may come in the caring voice of a friend, a chance encounter with a book, or from a personal faith. For Janet, help came from her faith, but it also came from a squirrel. Shortly after her divorce, Janet lost her father, then she lost her job. She had mounting money problems. But Janet not only survived, she worked her way out of despondency and now she says life is good again. How could this happen? She told me that late, one autumn day when she was at her lowest, she watched a squirrel storing up nuts for the winter. One at a time he would take them to the nest, and she thought, "If that squirrel can take care of himself with the harsh winter coming on, so can I." Once I broke my problems into small pieces, I was able to carry them—just like those acorns—one at a time.)"