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Hoyer "Opportunity build consensus instill confidence" Auto Bailout

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Author: VoiceofAmericans2008

Tags: Auto bailout Dodd Federal Franks Industry Pelosi Reid Reserve TARP

November 20, 2008 Democratic Leadership News Conference Auto Industry Bailout Reid

66420 passes Wilson's Crossing, Northampton with 4M71, 20th November 2008.

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Author: llamafish1

Tags: 15:53 18 4M71 66 66420 Class Container Crossing Daventry DRS Fields Freight Hoyer Intermodal Kingsthorpe late Loop North Northampton Tilbury Wilsons

66420 heads North over Wilson's Crossing with 4M71 Tilbury-Daventry sugar and intermodal train, 20th November 2008.

Michigan State To Play For Share Of Big Ten Title

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Author: palestrabigten

Tags: 2008 big Brian college Dantonio football Hoyer Javon Mark Michigan MSU palestra Ringer spartans state ten

The Spartans travel to Penn State to take on PSU with conference title implications on the line.

FDP: Dr. Werner Hoyer Bewerbungsrede

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Author: HoyerWe

Tags: außenpolitik bundestag fdp hoyer liberal nrw werner

FDP: Dr. Werner Hoyer Bewerbungsrede

Our reality of my father's situation.

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Author: beayoungs

Tags: Bea Hope Hospice Jeff Youngs

March 30, 2007. Our reality. It was mostly my dad and I. This video is at my dad's house, where I moved back into to care for him. Hope Hospice approved Dad on Feb 14 that year as a candidate for their services (end-of-life). I had already been taking care of Dad since Fall of 2005 when I made the decision to move back to FL from CA. Karen, the nice lady helping me in this video, I was showing her how the hoyer worked and how to get Dad off the air-mattress bed. My dad wanted to record this, but I did, too, because I didn't want to forget what we did together. The tv is facing towards my father's bed, and the camera I set up in front of the tv, on the ledge. I hated the disease, but it did make my relationship with my father even closer. My mom couldn't do it, she was too tiny, and my brother, he couldn't handle it. We could've forced my dad into a nursing home, or paid up the ying-yang for a CNA to help dad at home a majority of the time, but I decided that I would take care of Dad. My Dad told me if I ever put him in the nursing home, he wouldn't talk to me anymore. So, I learned, and learned FAST, because I not only had to, but WANTED TO. It was tough to see my Dad in that condition, and I used to get really upset because I felt like I was the only one in my family doing the nitty-gritty work. My mother helped by preparing meals, feeding him, doing some grooming, but I saw everything else, every naked part of his body, every wound, every sore, bump, and witnessed, first hand, my father's body's deterioration. In 2005, my dad could still do some things for himself, all the way up until about the Fall, when I came home. Mom hired a CNA, but she only came 4 hours a day. I had to order the things we needed, but also went to the hospital to stay for hours, days, sometimes weeks. I had to pay not just my bills, but Mike's, my dad's, some of my mom's, and my brother's, even. Billy depended on my father to organize his bills up until the time Dad couldn't write anymore. So, I took over, and tried to set it up so all my brother had to do was make the deposits into his account. After a year taking care of him a majority of the time, with some help from a private CNA, we finally called out to our family doctor to help us get Hope Hospice services. Feb. 2007, help came, but they were only there for 30 minutes to an hour 4 times a week. So, I still had a private CNA help me for 4 hours in the day. And when I went out of town for paintball, she was hired for 8 hours a day, and my brother helped at night. My immediate family, my mom, brother, myself, and Mike, we've seen it for the most days of dad's sickness and faced it head on. I got frustrated at my other family members for not coming to see him enough, but I understood they had their weaknesses, but at the time, I was so sad for my dad, because their weaknesses was nothing compared to my father's. My father was the type of guy who went out of his way for everyone, and paid for the tab, even though he probably couldn't have afforded it. He even booked tickets for family members, not telling them that they were costing him money, and saying that they were "free" because of his hook ups with American Airlines. That's MY Dad... the courageous, the best, the HERO. I have been going crazy, I feel. One minute, I'm crying, next, I'm mad, another I'm laughing at the funny memories I have of my dad, and then I feel strong and can deal with it, but not moments later, I'm back to the sadness, depression, anger, frustration, guilt, remorse, doubt, all kinds of sickening feelings... My dad was my everything. When he died, a new life for me started. I'm scared, afraid I'll forget him... I miss him, too, because of our blunt talks, I know secrets about my Dad that not even my mom knows, and I had conversations with him about what he was really, really feeling about having this unusual, bizarre, rare, and disgusting disease. Dad inspired me before he had the disease, but when I look back at the time he was totally bed-ridden and paralyzed, I saw even more courageouness, strength, will to survive, and inspiration because he fought until the very end. He didn't give up because even on the last day he died, he still requested for a feeding tube to see if maybe, just maybe, a cure would be found and he could walk, talk, dance, stand, write, eat on his own, etc., again. I MISS HIM SO BAD.... My heart aches so bad. I can't deal with it. I'm mad. But, I feel that it's my duty to tell people about how awesome and amazing he was because he struggled, suffered, but yet he didn't want to burden people by saying he was in pain, so he dealt with it. He was my hero and I only hope that I become half the person he was to everyone he met.