Dr. Sommer, rescuers in all situations
as a permanent member of the team to ask Dr. summer have recently revived frequently at a very current subjects received. because many youth are in winter very ferängstigt, torment and yes even ashamed. which must be stopped, as The following correspondence shows, we have once again managed. We can be proud of us. keep it up:
A. r. from l. m. or part time from between 13 and 20 years old had the following question:
dear dr. Summer
runs for several hours like nose and face, I spit water. I have to worry about me? am I normal? I'm very afraid, the only to have this problem of being laughed at by all the world and it has cost me a lot of overcoming, to ask the question publicly. you are my last hope!
our answer: yes
love agnes, many thanks to you that you are entrusted to us!
believe it or not, there are many people who with the same fate to torment, I myself am one of them ... but believe me, it was found important that you ask this because now we can have a say once and for all: have noses from time to run. and if it bothers your partner, that he is the right nciht for you. for if it should come together 'noses. linking love greetings and good improvement, dr. m. summer
soon we received the following response:
dr.sommer thank dear, I feel a lot better thanks to your response and trust me now even again without rauszugehehn mouthguards in terms of my nose problem. I'm just small straws inserted into the nose, as can the slime now without problems "Run" - he won the marathon soon einstein! THANK YOU! I finally COURAGE TO LIVE ^ ^
once again we have a life saved. We have survived BSE, as well as the pest maul and-mouth disease, avian, swine, black, black pox, cholera, there are medium against tetanus ... you see: that life has meaning! Therefore: asks questions, you dare. you are never alone. We will always stand to you kidz!
sigh ... slowly degenerating into my blog to nem junk blog ^ ^ but whatever. smile on again next year:) hugs
the munich
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Electric Bed For Trailer
Christmas - a celebration for all!
Dear friends! Today
anything but a normal blog entry: a reminder!
Finally it is time again ... The holiday of the year ahead. Time to relax, time for us, time for those we love. However, there are all over the world people who are not as fortunate as us. People who are neither relatives, health or money and food - let alone have any luxuries. A little story that we can all carry something more in mind ...:
The Little Match Girl
It was terribly cold on this Christmas Eve. Everything went home because it was getting late. Only a poor little girl went through the streets and tried to sell his match to. But all
People wanted as quickly as possible to their hot oven and cared nothing for the little one, who asked softly
"Buy it to me from my of matches!"
you dared not go home because she had earned a penny on that day.
On his feet the girl was wearing slippers, but they were too big because they had belonged to her dead mother. When she tried to avoid a passing car, she stumbled and fell. The little girl lost her slippers, which made their two boys in the dust.
went as the girl on his bare little feet, which were red with cold and blue.
In an old apron she carried a lot Matches, and a collar she wore in her hand.
had throughout the day you bought something no one, no one had given her a penny. Hungry and shivering in the cold crept along the small and looked very miserable.
The snowflakes covered her long, blond hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck. But she thought now of course not.
crouched in a corner between two houses on the ground. The little hands were almost frozen with cold already.
heard Suddenly the little girl to laugh and saw a light coming from a window. Trembling and with no feeling in her legs she stood on tiptoe and looked over the window sill.
What she saw was beautiful: Two children were playing happily in front of the Christmas tree, and the father stoked the furnace
The little girl stared at the oven, from which sprang the spark, if the dry wood was laid. How I wish they would have warmed their hands on it. How well you had to feel you in this house! How happy they all looked at this Christmas Eve ...
Maybe if I light a match?, Thought the little girl.
"Yes, why not? A match more or less, that's not so much from. And maybe I can warm myself with a little bit?"
lit So they are a match at. It took her a long time that, since her hands were stiff with cold.
The small flames threw large shadows on the walls of the house entrance. In any case, it was the girl to be so. She dreamed of heat and introduced himself as the furnace was out of the house to her and her "Merry Christmas" wish. How beautiful! How wonderful it was!
The Little Match went out, and all the magic was suddenly interrupted. In the crouching, abandoned by everyone, the little girl was sitting in his corner between two houses ...
"of matches, like someone of matches?" she stammered, even though they knew that no one would come.
She recalled that match to that had sent her such beautiful dreams, and tried to light a new one. I still have enough left, she thought.
Her teeth were chattering with cold, as she lit a new sticks. And with the light increased, the miracle.
Now it was a lavish, big table, approaching the girl. A table on which stood all the delicious dishes, which were unusual for a dinner at Christmas: roast turkey, stuffed potatoes, steaming vegetables, cakes, fruit ..
The turkey turned out very front and seemed to say: "Come and eat me!"
The little girl even smelled the delicious smell that emanated from the roast. She held out her trembling hands, and when she was about to take some of the food ... whoosh, as the Little Match was burned down.
But no, as hungry as she was, she could not allow that so many delicacies could walk past her. And it did not matter that there were only dreams, yes, she had. The only thing she wanted was that delicious turkey.
And she lit a new sticks. With the appearance of small flame changed the dream:
This time the girl saw a family gathered around a table. They drank and ate and sang Christmas carols. The father drank to the health of his family, Grandfather was touched by the songs of his grandson, and her mother saw joy on their children.
bitter tears streamed down the face of the girl. Not too long ago they too had had such good parents. Although they were never been rich as those in a dream. But her family celebrated Christmas together every year. Then they were gone from her, and in her house, there was no joy, no heat, no songs. The last flicker of the match to the little girl was even sadder.
The faster the night passed, the more severe was the biting cold in the city.
saw the small, as you slid the matches from the apron and to Floor fell. From the cold she could hardly hold more. And yet the sticks their only hope. She had nothing else than the sticks.
only under great difficulties, they could light a match to another. On the night sky appeared for a moment a figure who knew the girl well.
"grandmother, grandmother," she said. It was really her grandmother. She had had the little girl liked, and now the grandmother came down from heaven! It shone round about, and in the splendor of the old grandmother was so clear, so sweet and friendly as smile.
The little girl was so surprised that they did not noted as the Little Match went out. In no time they lit the whole rest of their sticks, because they did not want to omit the grandmother again.
"grandmother, do not go away," asked the little girl. "Come to me, Granny," The Power of the match to the grandmother saw her granddaughter.
"do not be afraid, my little girl. I'm already with you."
"grandmother, you seem to be so happy. I was very sad when you're gone. Grandmother, I'm so alone!"
The grandmother was hovering over the head of the little girl and smiled kindly. The girl tried to sit up, but their Her body no longer obeyed.
"Now I live in a place where it is never dark, where there is no cold, no hunger, no fear," replied the old woman. "In this place live at your parents, I live, to live all those who have left this world. We lack for nothing."
The girl knelt down.
"grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, I with thee, I know you're gone, when the match starts sticks. You disappear like the warm stove, the wonderful turkey and the beautiful Christmas tree!"
The sulfur glowed with a brilliance that was brighter than the light of day. The grandmother had never before been so beautiful, so great been. She took the little girl in her arms, and both flew on brightness and joy so high, so high! Up there, they felt no cold, no hunger, no fear - they were with God. Down in the city beat the clock bells zwölf.
But the next morning sitting in the cold morning hour, the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth - dead, frozen to death on Christmas Eve. The Christmas morning went on over the dead child, sat with Match Girl in his apron, of which a covenant was burned down.
"She's warm themselves want," said two people who just walked past. But they had no idea. No one knew what they had seen beautiful, in which Splendor it had entered with her grandmother, on Christmas joy ...
border Actually fates as they are not often so heartwarming. This is why I, like every year making a concern to you in this very emotionally intense time suggestions as to how and where can be helped without too much effort: The Foundation
ANTENNA BAYERN Helps
http://www.antenne.de / nachrichten/programmaktionen/artikel/122499/Stiftung-ANTENNE-BAYERN-hilft-.html ,
The Elton John AIDS Foundation
http://www.ejaf.org/ and
The German AIDS Foundation
http://www.aids-stiftung.de/
, looking after all these silent destiny, they also bring a light in the Christmas season - and beyond. I know it sounds corny, but: Every penny counts!
I wish you and all your family a Merry Christmas enjoy yourselves, have fun and celebrate well into a happy new year 2010!
Best regards, Marius
!
Dear friends! Today
anything but a normal blog entry: a reminder!
Finally it is time again ... The holiday of the year ahead. Time to relax, time for us, time for those we love. However, there are all over the world people who are not as fortunate as us. People who are neither relatives, health or money and food - let alone have any luxuries. A little story that we can all carry something more in mind ...:
The Little Match Girl
It was terribly cold on this Christmas Eve. Everything went home because it was getting late. Only a poor little girl went through the streets and tried to sell his match to. But all
People wanted as quickly as possible to their hot oven and cared nothing for the little one, who asked softly
"Buy it to me from my of matches!"
you dared not go home because she had earned a penny on that day.
On his feet the girl was wearing slippers, but they were too big because they had belonged to her dead mother. When she tried to avoid a passing car, she stumbled and fell. The little girl lost her slippers, which made their two boys in the dust.
went as the girl on his bare little feet, which were red with cold and blue.
In an old apron she carried a lot Matches, and a collar she wore in her hand.
had throughout the day you bought something no one, no one had given her a penny. Hungry and shivering in the cold crept along the small and looked very miserable.
The snowflakes covered her long, blond hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck. But she thought now of course not.
crouched in a corner between two houses on the ground. The little hands were almost frozen with cold already.
heard Suddenly the little girl to laugh and saw a light coming from a window. Trembling and with no feeling in her legs she stood on tiptoe and looked over the window sill.
What she saw was beautiful: Two children were playing happily in front of the Christmas tree, and the father stoked the furnace
The little girl stared at the oven, from which sprang the spark, if the dry wood was laid. How I wish they would have warmed their hands on it. How well you had to feel you in this house! How happy they all looked at this Christmas Eve ...
Maybe if I light a match?, Thought the little girl.
"Yes, why not? A match more or less, that's not so much from. And maybe I can warm myself with a little bit?"
lit So they are a match at. It took her a long time that, since her hands were stiff with cold.
The small flames threw large shadows on the walls of the house entrance. In any case, it was the girl to be so. She dreamed of heat and introduced himself as the furnace was out of the house to her and her "Merry Christmas" wish. How beautiful! How wonderful it was!
The Little Match went out, and all the magic was suddenly interrupted. In the crouching, abandoned by everyone, the little girl was sitting in his corner between two houses ...
"of matches, like someone of matches?" she stammered, even though they knew that no one would come.
She recalled that match to that had sent her such beautiful dreams, and tried to light a new one. I still have enough left, she thought.
Her teeth were chattering with cold, as she lit a new sticks. And with the light increased, the miracle.
Now it was a lavish, big table, approaching the girl. A table on which stood all the delicious dishes, which were unusual for a dinner at Christmas: roast turkey, stuffed potatoes, steaming vegetables, cakes, fruit ..
The turkey turned out very front and seemed to say: "Come and eat me!"
The little girl even smelled the delicious smell that emanated from the roast. She held out her trembling hands, and when she was about to take some of the food ... whoosh, as the Little Match was burned down.
But no, as hungry as she was, she could not allow that so many delicacies could walk past her. And it did not matter that there were only dreams, yes, she had. The only thing she wanted was that delicious turkey.
And she lit a new sticks. With the appearance of small flame changed the dream:
This time the girl saw a family gathered around a table. They drank and ate and sang Christmas carols. The father drank to the health of his family, Grandfather was touched by the songs of his grandson, and her mother saw joy on their children.
bitter tears streamed down the face of the girl. Not too long ago they too had had such good parents. Although they were never been rich as those in a dream. But her family celebrated Christmas together every year. Then they were gone from her, and in her house, there was no joy, no heat, no songs. The last flicker of the match to the little girl was even sadder.
The faster the night passed, the more severe was the biting cold in the city.
saw the small, as you slid the matches from the apron and to Floor fell. From the cold she could hardly hold more. And yet the sticks their only hope. She had nothing else than the sticks.
only under great difficulties, they could light a match to another. On the night sky appeared for a moment a figure who knew the girl well.
"grandmother, grandmother," she said. It was really her grandmother. She had had the little girl liked, and now the grandmother came down from heaven! It shone round about, and in the splendor of the old grandmother was so clear, so sweet and friendly as smile.
The little girl was so surprised that they did not noted as the Little Match went out. In no time they lit the whole rest of their sticks, because they did not want to omit the grandmother again.
"grandmother, do not go away," asked the little girl. "Come to me, Granny," The Power of the match to the grandmother saw her granddaughter.
"do not be afraid, my little girl. I'm already with you."
"grandmother, you seem to be so happy. I was very sad when you're gone. Grandmother, I'm so alone!"
The grandmother was hovering over the head of the little girl and smiled kindly. The girl tried to sit up, but their Her body no longer obeyed.
"Now I live in a place where it is never dark, where there is no cold, no hunger, no fear," replied the old woman. "In this place live at your parents, I live, to live all those who have left this world. We lack for nothing."
The girl knelt down.
"grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, I with thee, I know you're gone, when the match starts sticks. You disappear like the warm stove, the wonderful turkey and the beautiful Christmas tree!"
The sulfur glowed with a brilliance that was brighter than the light of day. The grandmother had never before been so beautiful, so great been. She took the little girl in her arms, and both flew on brightness and joy so high, so high! Up there, they felt no cold, no hunger, no fear - they were with God. Down in the city beat the clock bells zwölf.
But the next morning sitting in the cold morning hour, the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth - dead, frozen to death on Christmas Eve. The Christmas morning went on over the dead child, sat with Match Girl in his apron, of which a covenant was burned down.
"She's warm themselves want," said two people who just walked past. But they had no idea. No one knew what they had seen beautiful, in which Splendor it had entered with her grandmother, on Christmas joy ...
border Actually fates as they are not often so heartwarming. This is why I, like every year making a concern to you in this very emotionally intense time suggestions as to how and where can be helped without too much effort: The Foundation
ANTENNA BAYERN Helps
http://www.antenne.de / nachrichten/programmaktionen/artikel/122499/Stiftung-ANTENNE-BAYERN-hilft-.html ,
The Elton John AIDS Foundation
http://www.ejaf.org/ and
The German AIDS Foundation
http://www.aids-stiftung.de/
, looking after all these silent destiny, they also bring a light in the Christmas season - and beyond. I know it sounds corny, but: Every penny counts!
I wish you and all your family a Merry Christmas enjoy yourselves, have fun and celebrate well into a happy new year 2010!
Best regards, Marius
!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Kates Playgroundcojiendo
Look Madison, it is drizzling!
time has come, the last part of the year begins. No matter where you look through the refreshingly nachnovemberlichen drizzle clouds, shimmering against one's first Christmas lights. What a childish delight. The Haderner microcosm sparkles in different colors of green and yellow to blue to pink, back to purple and finally red. Gray. Eber a prison can not be denied anymore ... a smell of contemplation is in the air: there is mulled wine, people!
All this was of course not as sudden as it would seem - in Gegentei! Yes, it is true in a few days .. oh God, no! Hours! is back at surprisingly Christmas Eve at the door. And this year the issue of potential gifts will not be solved until that second. But precisely because this topic erntfernt still so far is, I will also provide the first at the appropriate time.
Yet alone the way to today, here and now was a very special, like to suggest that most interesting and eventful ...: November
his summer spent the munich average non-business student or Marius at 5 locations . Each site in still be divided into several sections, hallways and rooms can each performing a specific function (like the four-stage division of the grammatical analysis of English sentence ... exciting, eh?) . The locations were: LMU (education scales), H & M (Shopping-scales), Gärtnerplatz Theater (Musical theater-scales), the streets of the City (policy to stop rogue) and Pacha (electric scales, where the five mentioned by the author added comments must never be confused!). [Off unimportance and rare presence is excluded my apartment in this contribution and is almost entirely down to a quota-not mentioned further addressed: the kitchen is still dirty, but my lights lit in the window ...]
is slowly In the former, a familiar routine of the semester, everyone knows his courses, his seat is next (even if I find my real bank neighbor probably never me sitzten'll see ... rip, school) and his teachers. But not its substance, because, unfortunately, finds the average student is not long enough time to detail to deal with it. is also secondary.
is in second it is passed slowly for a month in the parlous state of the working hours to finally recover. What the common vendor has had the opportunity to process all the highlights to the end and savor the shock and trauma: a few weeks ago, on a dull afternoon, penetrating moaning softly whispering from the deposited Umkleideam left end of the corridor. Of course can not at this moment very unpleasant feeling seller decide to simply knock, but got completely paralized the oldest, most authority radiating colleagues who knocks and without evil tone of voice prompts "Please nciht Couple going to the cabin" ... It obviously takes some time to find until the two, about 16 year old teen Emos their Klamottenn weider. Until then, formed the now four-piece H & M Battalion, track animals on both the pleasure-with reproachful eyes. The two go so fast not back together in a changing ... And you, dear reader, does not beg at the hysterical "I want sex in the H & M" howOld-groups! I would be very very disappointed ...
The other scenes my monthly drama with five naked can be summed up quickly, and I may stop short with the third point mentioned above in this very same jargon: I was last Thursday with a group of students and Dossi- Teachers in the theater and had a field day with all ... Thank you for that! furthermore
the streets of Munich were due to the continuing education strike my 4th Home. And it is nnot rule out that it ncoh until Christmas, or even could remain beyond. For our main auditorium is still occupied. And it remains to demand no matter what all business mathematics, because the people who sit wide dirt ass fighting even for your conditions! Keep it up, you have my full support until Thursday! (Information: www.unsereunibrennt.de; soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOuNu3YVGD4 )
Well, the final act, and after a short while retarding torque peak began the total elapsed time. However, starting already in place 3: vonTobi farewell party that has left our horny Family = (but he can jump in compensation to some prosecco and beer, thank you for this very funny when one late night off. the Center staggers;) And then we went off in said electro-club Pacha, which until a few disadvantages (particularly nasty cigarette machine and expensive prices, for example 10 - is recommended admission, 9.50 vodka bull ... ^ ^ to) only, if you want to just make really cool party! Since that time which also holds mans up by 6 :)
And now I'm sitting here in the middle of the night and do my duty to you at last no longer to let uninformed. My lights off, the wind rattles my shutters. It is winter, my dear fellow. The stade time comes. and also the holy night. Therefore, the (almost) finally a good tip: the advent calendar is ticking ... MACH YOU THOUGHTS ABOUT CHRISTMAS GIFTS!
a wonderful week and see you soon!
Ahoy, ahoy, Marius
PS: Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away ... ;)
All this was of course not as sudden as it would seem - in Gegentei! Yes, it is true in a few days .. oh God, no! Hours! is back at surprisingly Christmas Eve at the door. And this year the issue of potential gifts will not be solved until that second. But precisely because this topic erntfernt still so far is, I will also provide the first at the appropriate time.
Yet alone the way to today, here and now was a very special, like to suggest that most interesting and eventful ...: November
his summer spent the munich average non-business student or Marius at 5 locations . Each site in still be divided into several sections, hallways and rooms can each performing a specific function (like the four-stage division of the grammatical analysis of English sentence ... exciting, eh?) . The locations were: LMU (education scales), H & M (Shopping-scales), Gärtnerplatz Theater (Musical theater-scales), the streets of the City (policy to stop rogue) and Pacha (electric scales, where the five mentioned by the author added comments must never be confused!). [Off unimportance and rare presence is excluded my apartment in this contribution and is almost entirely down to a quota-not mentioned further addressed: the kitchen is still dirty, but my lights lit in the window ...]
is slowly In the former, a familiar routine of the semester, everyone knows his courses, his seat is next (even if I find my real bank neighbor probably never me sitzten'll see ... rip, school) and his teachers. But not its substance, because, unfortunately, finds the average student is not long enough time to detail to deal with it. is also secondary.
is in second it is passed slowly for a month in the parlous state of the working hours to finally recover. What the common vendor has had the opportunity to process all the highlights to the end and savor the shock and trauma: a few weeks ago, on a dull afternoon, penetrating moaning softly whispering from the deposited Umkleideam left end of the corridor. Of course can not at this moment very unpleasant feeling seller decide to simply knock, but got completely paralized the oldest, most authority radiating colleagues who knocks and without evil tone of voice prompts "Please nciht Couple going to the cabin" ... It obviously takes some time to find until the two, about 16 year old teen Emos their Klamottenn weider. Until then, formed the now four-piece H & M Battalion, track animals on both the pleasure-with reproachful eyes. The two go so fast not back together in a changing ... And you, dear reader, does not beg at the hysterical "I want sex in the H & M" howOld-groups! I would be very very disappointed ...
The other scenes my monthly drama with five naked can be summed up quickly, and I may stop short with the third point mentioned above in this very same jargon: I was last Thursday with a group of students and Dossi- Teachers in the theater and had a field day with all ... Thank you for that! furthermore
the streets of Munich were due to the continuing education strike my 4th Home. And it is nnot rule out that it ncoh until Christmas, or even could remain beyond. For our main auditorium is still occupied. And it remains to demand no matter what all business mathematics, because the people who sit wide dirt ass fighting even for your conditions! Keep it up, you have my full support until Thursday! (Information: www.unsereunibrennt.de; soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOuNu3YVGD4 )
Well, the final act, and after a short while retarding torque peak began the total elapsed time. However, starting already in place 3: vonTobi farewell party that has left our horny Family = (but he can jump in compensation to some prosecco and beer, thank you for this very funny when one late night off. the Center staggers;) And then we went off in said electro-club Pacha, which until a few disadvantages (particularly nasty cigarette machine and expensive prices, for example 10 - is recommended admission, 9.50 vodka bull ... ^ ^ to) only, if you want to just make really cool party! Since that time which also holds mans up by 6 :)
And now I'm sitting here in the middle of the night and do my duty to you at last no longer to let uninformed. My lights off, the wind rattles my shutters. It is winter, my dear fellow. The stade time comes. and also the holy night. Therefore, the (almost) finally a good tip: the advent calendar is ticking ... MACH YOU THOUGHTS ABOUT CHRISTMAS GIFTS!
a wonderful week and see you soon!
Ahoy, ahoy, Marius
PS: Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away ... ;)
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