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[Hank's Mail]"To Be or Not To Be"

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Dear all,

Good Friday morning!

Today I'd like to inform you of the sad news that around 500,000 African children die within 24 hours of birth, while 1.1 million African babies on an average die within a month, according to the report of the WHO.

The sadder thing is that they die of infections which could easily and cheaply be prevented by ante-natal care and providing health education to mothers-to-be. To be or not to be, it's a pressing issue to African babies from the outset.

It's no loner news that many people, both armed services and innocent civilians, die in the mid-east, including Palestine, Iraq, Lebanon and Afghanistan. An unarmed colored bridegroom was killed by 50 shots of police on his wedding day in New York.
An eight-year veteran motorcycle officer died of internal injuries suffered from crashes with other officers' cycles while escorting President Bush in Honolulu, Hawaii. A former KGB agent died of heart failure after suddenly falling gravely ill from radioactive substance poisoning.

Do we live in the dire live-or-die world like the famous speech Shakespeare's Hamlet made? Still, many people want to be happier. What can we do? The recent research conducted separately by UC, Riverside and U Penn shows the common finding that the think-of-three-good-things exercise is immediately rewarding.


We can emulate it by thinking of three good things every night and analyzing why they occurred. Good things can increase in number later on. Another news account I'd like to note: A Yale study of robots and autistic children show that while able children lose interest in the robotics over time, the autistic children have a fascination with repetitive mechanical things.

USC study concludes that we'll see an autistic child, who has never smiled before, smile after interacting with a robot. In experiments across the US, robots are providing the human caring touch to patients who need more help than there are therapists and nurses: stroke victims, autistic children and the elderly. The Stanford Artificial Intelligence Lab director predicts that 10 years from now robots will roam the health care system and in our homes. Are you all ready for the advent of a robot era?

Last but not least, I'd like to seek your understanding for skipping my Friday mail next week due to my business trip to the East and West Coasts of America.

Have a terrific weekend, you all!

Hank

[Three Yellow Roses]

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.

With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two.

Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had loved his steak. Suddenly, a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack of steaks.

She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. "My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her.
Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks. And cherish every moment you have together." She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away.

I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone. I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.

I saw first the green suit, and then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blonde hair as she kept walking towards me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.

"These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they'll know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.

I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away, tears clouding my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know? Suddenly, the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone.

"Oh, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel.

[Life Insurance]

Bill's barn burned down and his wife, Lynn, called the insurance company.

Lynn spoke to the insurance agent and said, "We had that barn insured for fifty thousand, and I want my money."

The agent replied, "Whoa there, just a minute. Insurance doesn't work quite like that. An independent adjuster will assess the value of what was insured, and then we'll provide you with a new barn of similar worth."

There was a long pause, and then Lynn replied, "If that's how it works, then I want to cancel the life insurance policy on my husband."

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