G is for God

Whoops, I am a day behind, but it is what it is…..

GI decided to write my post for the letter G about God. And I will start by saying that I believe in God. This might not be a really popular thing to say — even among people who do believe in God. And while I believe in God, I certainly don;t go around professing to to everyone (and I know some people would say that I should be going around professing it to help others, but I’m not going to do that).

Just because I believe in God doesn’t mean everyone does, and I am fine with that. I don;t think believing in God makes a person better or worse than any other person. Having a relationship (or not having a relationship) with God is a personal thing, which is the main reason I don;t go around advertising that I believe in God. This is my belief, my relationship, and you (whoever you are) don;t necessarily have a place in it.

I believe in God for many reasons. One reason is because it makes me feel good to believe in a higher power in this world and in my life. It brings me comfort and joy believing that there is a source of strength in this world that I can turn to in times of need.

I believe in God because I find comfort in believing that there is a life I can have beyond this one on earth. I find peace in believing that the people I love that I have lost still live on in some form, and that when I am no longer on this earth, I won’t be gone forever. I especially find comfort in believing that some people I know who have endured things in life that are pretty tough will have the reward of a more perfect life beyond this one.

I believe in God because I see things happen that I see as answered prayers. I see impossible situations resolved, and I say, “That’s proof of God.”

I certainly have crises of faith, too. When I see bad things happen for no apparent reason (I think about former students who have died young, not being able to live their lives beyond age 18), when bad things happen in this world, when difficult things happen in my own life and I become filed with anger or sadness — these situations will trigger my doubts, sometimes minor doubts, sometimes really significant doubts. In those cases, somehow I always find my way back to believing in God. I might read, or I might talk to someone, or I might stumble upon something that reaffirms to me that my belief is not misguided.

Maybe you agree with me; maybe you don’t. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Like I said before, we all can have the relationship we want (or don’t want) with God. Someday, we will all know for sure if we were misguided (but I’m not ready for that anytime soon).

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F is for Fuel

Recently I took an online leadership quiz and one of the questions on it asked, “Are you fueled by fear or love?” And I actually had to pause to think about that.F

When I was younger, I am sure that I was like most kids — fueled by fear. I didn’t misbehave for fear of getting grounded. I didn’t get bad grades for fear of getting in trouble or yelled at.

But when I really think about it, I don’t know if that is really fuel. Fuel is what keepings you moving, what keeps you propelling in a direction, what gives you energy and motivation to do things. I think the key is the word “energy”. Fuel energizes you.

So for me, I would have to say I am fueled by love, not fear.

When I think about the people or situations I fear, I don’t get energized to push back or conquer those fears. For instance, I think about people I have worked with that cause me to feel fear in some way. I find myself complying with their requests, and compliance is not fuel. I don’t feel the urge to go above and beyond what the person requests or expects in hopes that I can somehow turn that person into someone I don’t fear anymore, an ally, a friend. Instead, I do what is required of me and then I duck and cover until I’m required to do something for that person again. Doing things out of fear is not energizing; in fact, it is the complete opposite. It is exhausting and draining, always waiting for the next task that I have to complete.

But when I think about the people that I work with who I love, it’s a whole different story. And for the record, we’re not talking about any kind of romantic love here. What I mean is the people who I admire, who are role models, who I care about as people. Now those people, I will fall all over myself to do a good job for them. I will go the extra mile to get a job done. I will work especially hard to make sure everything is just perfect. I will do more than is expected, and do it happily, because I am so motivated by that love. I have a genuine desire to do something and do it well for that person.  I will take things on voluntarily. I will seek out things to do. And it is all done out of love because I know that what I give in love, I get back in love.

So I have learned that I am fueled by love, not fear. Fear does nothing but make me sullen. Fear causes me to flee from the person who tries to motivate by fear. But love…love energizes me. Love inspires me. Love compels me to seek out the other person. I can see what this is important to ask on a leadership quiz. I’m guessing that leaders who try to fuel people with fear might get what they want but not with any joy from those who give it. Leaders who try to fuel with love, on the other hand, probably get what they want and more, and it is likely given with much joy.

Fueled by love sounds like the way to go!

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E is for Education

EIt seems only natural to write about education considering I have been a teacher for almost 30 years. I graduated from college in December of 1989 and in January 1990, I took my first official teaching job. I took on a medical leave at my alma mater. It was a part time job, only teaching two class periods of junior level literature, but I couldn’t be more excited. I was a real teacher.

My next teaching job came that fall. I took over for a maternity leave in November at Joliet West High School. Again, it was part time, and I didn’t actually have my own classroom; I had some office space instead that I shared with some other traveling teachers. But I was still thrilled. I was gaining all sorts of experience to add to my resume.

Then my big break came in August 1991. I didn’t know it then, but I was coming home. That is when I got hired to teach at Channahon Junior High. And I have been there ever since. Here is what I have taught in all my time being there:

  • 6th grade reading to at-risk students
  • 6th grade language arts to at-risk students
  • 7th grade reading to at-risk, average, and gifted students
  • 7th grade language arts to to at-risk, average, and gifted students
  • 8th grade reading to special ed, average, and gifted students
  • 8th grade language arts to special ed, average, and gifted students
  • Modular technology to 7th grade students
  • Transition class to 8th grade students
  • Web design to 7th and 8th grade sttudents
  • Computers to 7th and 8th grade students

I am currently the district’s instructional technology resource teacher. I work with teachers and students in grades K-8 helping with integrating technology into the curriculum. And I definitely have the best job in the entire school district. I get to work with everyone. I love having friends in every building in our district. I love getting to come into classes and do unique activities with the kids. I love hearing teachers tell me about all the amazing things they do with their kids. It makes me jealous sometimes that I don;t have my own classroom with my own kids, but teachers graciously let me come in and teach their kids, so I am very grateful for that!

In addition to all this, I have also taught college level classes, both undergraduate and graduate level. I can tell you that undergraduate level classes (at least the 100 level classes I taught) are not much different from teaching junior high 🙂 The graduate level classes are a challenge because you’ve got some pretty highly driven students in those classes, so their expectations are super high!

I am also a Google for Education Certified Trainer, which is a natural extension of teaching. In that role, I work with teachers helping them use G Suite for Education tools in their teaching and learning. I get to do one on one trainings as well as present at conferences.Badges - Learning Center - revised 9-1-03 (1)

Being in education right now is hard. It’s very different from what it looked like when I started in 1990. But for me, teaching is truly a calling. I knew I wanted to be a teacher from the time I was a little girl. It is truly in my blood. I want nothing more than to teach. And that is what makes all the hard parts of being a teacher worthwhile.

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D is for Death

DI hate to say it, but I am downright afraid of death. That’s probably not a popular thing to admit. I should probably say something like, “Death is inevitable. Death is just a part of life. Death will happen to all of us.” Or maybe the religious side of me should say, “There is nothing to be afraid of because there is an afterlife. You will be with God.”

For the record, I’m not afraid of death because I think I will end up in hell. I joke about that, but really, I think God knows I have a good heart and he will let me into the big penthouse in the sky despite my human failings.

One reason I am afraid of death is because I don’t want to be alone when my husband dies. Call me a sap, but I don’t want to live any part of my life without my husband. It is really quite remarkable how deeply I love the big oaf I’m married to, and the thought of having to live out the rest of my life without him, especially at a time when I need him the most (like being old and feeble), strikes my heart with stone cold fear.

But the flip side isn’t any better. What if I die before him? Well, I worry so much about leaving him behind all alone. I worry what will become of him. I don’t know which is worst — his living the rest of his life alone and miserable, or his living the rest of his life happy, or his living the rest of his life happy with someone else. I know that is also an unpopular thing to say — I’m supposed to say that I love him so much that I wouldn’t want him to be alone and that his happiness is the most important thing in the world to me. But I’m not sure I’m ready to be that benevolent yet. The thought of him being happy without me and with someone else is just something I can’t wrap my head around. I am simply not this woman. At least not now.

I am afraid to die and leave my daughter alone in this big, wide world without her mommy. I know she’s an adult. I know she’s a strong, independent young woman. I know she will be sad. I know she will miss me. And I know she will do fine without me. But it still doesn’t matter. I know she will be hurting when it happens and it seems a cruel irony that at a time when she really needs her mommy, her mommy is absolutely not available to her.

I worry that when I die, I won’t be missed, that my life simply will not have mattered. Maybe this is really narcissistic of me, to expect that I am so important and valuable that I will be missed. But I am scared that when I’m gone, it won’t matter to anyone. I’ll just fade away like the scent of perfume in the air. (This topic will be discussed in more depth when I get to the letter L.)

Maybe death scares me because I’m just simply not old enough to be ready for death. Maybe once I’m older and if my health sucks or I am suffering from some awful illness, I’ll be at peace with the thought of death. But right now, I nearly am beside myself when I think about it too much. I don;t know what that says about me — if anything — but all I know is it somehow seems so damn unfair that I have to die.

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C is for Consent

CI don’t know why the issue of consent is such a hot-button topic for me, but it is. Maybe it’s because I found myself a victim of sexual abuse twice in my life, once around age 13 or 14, another time when I was probably 9 or so. In both cases, it never occurred to me to say no or to tell the men to stop. When I was 9, I didn’t want to be rude to an adult. As a teen, I thought I had somehow led the guy on and so I had no choice but to follow through on what he wanted.

Maybe it’s a hot button issue because I have a daughter and I don’t want her to be victimized like I was.

Maybe it’s because as I get older, I realize how sadly common this experience is among women.

The issue of consent really should be pretty clear — the female needs to be old enough to understand what is happening, needs to be unimpaired to make clear decisions, contact needs to be acceptable to all parties involved, and anyone can stop the action at any time for any reason. Done.

But why is consent still a problem? Is it because women don’t speak up to defend themselves out of fear or submission? Sometimes. Is it because men don’t respect women and their decisions? Sometimes. Every situation is different.

So I leave you with links to some posts I have already written on this topic. Let’s all work to make sure everyone understands and respects consent.

IDC About Patrick Kane

Yes Means Yes; Everything Else Means No!

 

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B is for Boxing

BIn January of this year, I did something very out of character for me: I signed up to take a boxing fitness class. I do not enjoy group fitness classes, and I don’t know a thing about boxing except that I don;t ever want to box with anyone because I don’t want to get hit. I brought along a security blanket in the form of my friend Emily (had she not wanted to go with me, I am fairly certain that I would never have gone by myself).

It was one of the best things I’ve ever done.

The class is at a local gym and my instructor is this amazing woman named Anne. She is patient and encouraging and infectiously positive. The class in January was an intro to fitness and boxing class. I knew I needed the intro to boxing part, and I knew I didn’t necessarily need an intro to fitness, but I needed fitness in general since I had fallen out of shape pretty quickly after the marathon.

That first class was intimidating but fun. Anne showed us how to wrap our hands (and wrapped them for almost all of us for the first couple weeks — that’s a lot of hand wrapping!) and I felt admittedly self-conscious putting on the gloves for the first time. I can remember hitting the bag for the first time — and when I did my first 30 second interval, I couldn’t believe how out of breath I was — just from hitting a bag???!!!??? What. A. Workout.

27545609_10213831676659581_6378323951791514317_nWe do lots of circuit work in the class, and we do everything it seems — cardio, weights, balance, body weight exercises, core work, coordination. Most of these are things I consider weaknesses, especially balance, coordination, and core (quick side note about coordination — there is so much going on with boxing and coordination; we get in the ring with Anne holding the pads while she calls out combinations and I have to make my arms and feet do all the right things in the right direction at the right time — it’s a GREAT body/mind workout!). In the first class, Anne had us do quick planks. She showed us different variations we could do to meet our fitness level (that is one of the things I really love about Anne — she has variations we can do to match our fitness level or to accommodate our limitations (like my knee). My first plank was basically on my forearms and knees, and I think I held it for about 15 seconds, rested for 5, and finished the last 10.

You might think with all this hard work the first day, I’d say forget it, but nope. LOVED it. Such a great workout! And as time has gone on and the class has now become a regular fitness class twice a week, I’ve gotten to know some other people who also come to class and they all inspire me so much. Everybody works so hard in class because we hold each other up and see the progress we are all making and I could not ask for a better way to spend 2 nights a week. Now when Anne calls out combinations, I can do more than just “jab cross” — I can do “double jab cross hook straight”. And when she set out 2 Bosus for us to plank on (and gave us the option to just put our forearms on one and our feet on the mat instead of the other Bosu), I decided to test myself and used both Bosus — and held that damn plank for 30 seconds — TWICE!29542504_10214184390477206_3372363451295858688_o

A welcoming facility, an inspiring instructor, encouraging  and fun friends, and an amazing workout — seriously, what’s not to love?

Stepping this far out of my comfort zone in January is one of the best things I have ever done in my whole life.

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A is for Abortion

AWell, why not start of the Blogging A to Z Challenge with a topic that will surely raise some eyebrows and tick people off!

Up until yesterday, I had no idea what to write about for the letter A. But long car trips with my husband spur some interesting discussions, so this blog post is inspired by one of those discussions we had yesterday.

Actually, I’m hoping this doesn’t actually make anyone mad because I’m not here to pick on anyone. All I want to do is share some ideas I have.

Okay, full disclosure here first: I consider myself pro-choice and anti-abortion, which many people think can’t exist. In a nutshell, I don’t particularly think abortion is a good thing, but I also don’t think I should be butting into the business of any woman’s decision about her body. I would love to see the abortion rate, whatever it actually is, drop to near zero, being used in only the most dire of cases. But I also don’t think the way to do that is through legislation or moral or religious appeals. Making abortion completely illegal won’t work. First of all, it is hard to give something to the masses then take it away (see: prohibition). Plus, much like prohibition, and like abortion once was, making it illegal just means people find a way to get it done in much more dangerous ways. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to go back to the days of coat hangers, back alleys, bleach, or whatever other barbaric method was used. I don’t think a moral or religious appeal works, either. All it does is lay massive amounts of guilt on people who start to think they are horrible people and they don’t reach out for help when it’s needed out of shame or fear. Plus, let’s be honest. Lots of people cherry pick their religion. When I was Catholic, I didn’t eat meat on Fridays during Lent, but I did take birth control pills. And I’m willing to bet there were millions more Catholic women like me out there — cherry picking what tenets to follow and which ones to eschew.

So, let’s get practical. How can we drastically reduce abortion rates without outlawing it all together or shaming people into decisions they just don’t want to make? Here are my thoughts, which are not scientific in any way, shape or form:

  • Education is key. Everyone, but in this case especially women and girls, need to be educated about their bodies and how it works. There needs to be an understanding of the entire menstrual cycle and reproductive system and how babies get made and sexual health and contraception. No holds barred. No embarrassment. No half truths. And this needs to come from parents, doctors, nurses, teachers. Education on all of it. Education means females understand how their bodies work and that can mean the difference between getting pregnant or not getting pregnant. I have one child, and I planned it that way. I decided when I wanted to have my baby and I had her exactly when I planned, and I managed to avoid getting pregnant all the other times before and after her — all because of education. And it needs to start young. Can’t wait until a girl hits 5th grade and then she gets pulled into the gym with all her other female classmates by the school nurse for “the talk”. American Girl had a book called The Care and Keeping of You which I bought for my daughter when she was young and I let her start to go through that book on her own. (A quick Google search just showed me that American Girl has expanded this line to include multiple books in this line, including a book for boys called Guy Stuff.) These books are a good place to start with young kids.
  • Access to contraception is also needed. It needs to be available with little to no cost and no guilt or moral judgments. I’m not sure that incentivizing birth control use is a bad idea. I know that a common argument against free birth control is cost, but I have to believe that free access to contraception and even offering incentives to use birth control has to be cheaper in the long run that the cost of pre-natal care and post-natal care for moms and children, the cost of abortions and the medical care required for that procedure, the cost of leaves from jobs, and the cost of supporting people through welfare programs. I’m no financial expert, but I know that the money I’ve spent on birth control over the span of my life does not equal what I’ve spent on my daughter since the time I was pregnant with her. So take me times however many….
  • Make health care affordable, yes, in all areas, but for this blog post, I’m talking about pre-natal care, post-natal care, female wellness, and child wellness. No one can ever really “afford” to have a baby, but the costs can be so overwhelming that some women feel the only choice they have to escape that heavy financial burden when they really can’t handle it is to turn to abortion — and that includes in cases where the woman would prefer to give the baby up for adoption. Make it affordable for women to get through their pregnancies and then raise their children if they choose that option.

I really believe that if there were enough education, access to birth control, and affordable health care, women would not feel compelled to turn to abortion anywhere near as often as they do (which is not an overwhelmingly large number statistically speaking when looking at data from the CDC).

If you’re going to approach this topic from a moral or religious perspective, I’m not the girl to talk with because I really believe that this issue needs to approached from a practical standpoint, from a reproductive healthcare perspective.

Just one human’s opinion on this highly charged topic.

P.S. I am actually kind of afraid to share this post. It seems that social media can get so nasty so easily. I don’t mind debates or dissenting opinions. But I don’t like threats or insults, so here’s hoping I don’t get any of those 🙂

P.P.S. I also promise that the vast majority of my posts for this challenge will be on way more boring topics!

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One More Time

I just signed up to participate once again in the Blogging A to Z Challenge. I started participating in this in 2014; last year, though, I fell short. This year, though, I am committed. Writing is my first love, so get ready to read what I’ve got to say. No theme for me this year; I’m just going to write about whatever comes to me for each letter. So consider this post your warning — either subscribe to be sure you get all my posts sent directly to your inbox or unsubscribe or block me if you just can’t stand to read one more thing I have to say. See you in April!

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Women Skip the Gym? Duh!

I saw this article this morning that said 65% of women avoid going to the gym for fear of being judged. The article went on to explain the myriad reasons women avoid the gym, everything from not looking fit enough to worrying about the clothes they wear to not knowing how to use the equipment to being sexually harassed. While I see the need for having this research, I also can’t help but think, “Duh! This isn’t groundbreaking!”

A YouTube search of the term, “women gym fails” turns up a million and a half results — a million and a half! That’s about 400,000 more results that when you search “men gym fails”. With results like that, it’s no wonder women don’t want to go to the gym — what if you’re not perfectly physically fit and wear clothes that are unflattering and do an exercise wrong or have a mishap with a machine? Hopefully someone helps you if you need help, but it’s more likely that at best, people will laugh at you silently, or at worst, get it on video and upload it to YouTube so now there are 1 million and a half plus one “women gym fails” videos.

Or maybe you end up in a Dani Mathers-esque situation. While this isn’t the norm, it only takes one story like this to scare plenty of women away from the gym.

Even a seasoned gym rat like me gets intimidated. I fret over what to wear to work out. Hell, I am stepping way out of my comfort zone tonight and taking a boxing fitness class (with a friend because of my high level on insecurity) and one of the first questions I asked her (a cute, skinny girl) is what she is going to wear. She said just workout capris and a t-shirt. This is what I was planning to wear, too, but silently I am worrying about what shirt to wear to make sure my chubby butt and belly are covered the whole time. I worry about some other woman saying to her friend, “Did you see that chick in those green capris? She needs to cover that gut up!”

I tend to stick to the running track, bikes, treadmills, rowing, and ellipticals at my gym because those are the things I know. I used to go to some of the machines, but my gym recently remodeled and they added some new equipment and rearranged it. Now I don’t know all the machines or the layout anymore so I don;t use them. I feel too self-conscious to walk around and look at everything and figure it out. I can’t ask a trainer because I go at 5 or 5:30 in the morning and there isn’t one there. So I skip the machines.

My foray into the rowing machine is a good example of how I got the nerve to try a new machine. I would be on the running track and every time I came around and passed the rowing machine, I would see someone on it and I would make a mental note of what the person was doing in the 10 seconds I had as I jogged past. After literally months of doing this, one day, when the gym was very uncrowded, I decided to go try it out. I was terrified of not doing it the right way and someone seeing me and I;d end up a story that someone told later that day.

Sometimes I will go over to the side of the gym where there are hand weights and a bench, but I won’t go there if someone else is over in that part of the gym. I don’t want to do something wrong or look like a weakling using a 5 pound hand weight when someone else is using some big, heavy weight doing the same thing I am doing.

I know I should simply not give a crap, but like so many other women, that is easier said than done. I work in a school district where we are working hard to implement a culture of learning that sends the message of the importance of having a growth mindset and to fail forward. But when you live in a society that loves to show people at their worst and make entertainment at it, going to the gym as a woman who doesn’t look like a Victoria’s Secret Angel who knows how to do all the prefect exercises can be an incredibly intimidating thing.

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How deep-seated is my insecurity? Well, here is a picture of me after I completed the Chicago Marathon — and I worry about what people might say about this picture. Will they ignore the medal in my hand and the smile on my face and instead ridicule me for not being skinny? Not “looking like a runner”? Will they doubt that I actually did this amazing thing solely because of my body? It’s a lousy feeling to have.

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What to Do in 2018?

It’s a new year, so that means it’s time for new resolutions. But first, I’d like to do an honest self-evaluation of my resolutions for 2017:

1.) I did indeed train for and complete the Chicago Marathon! This still amazes me. It probably always will.

2.) My eating was better on and off. It was definitely better while I was training for the marathon, but has been not so hot once the holidays hit. This is something I will likely have to deal with my entire life.

3.) I don’t think I lost any weight. I’m not sure I’ve gained any, either. This is also something I anticipate dealing with all the time.

4.) Total failure on this one. I did not go to the dentist at all last year. I am so scared of going to the dentist that I just avoid it at all costs. I need to suck it up and do this.

5.) I did get a little work done on my novel. I added probably 25 pages, which isn’t much. I wish I had more time to really work on this.

6.) I started to declutter, and then it stopped. This needs more work.

So what are my goals for this year? Some new ones, and some repeats.

1.) Run 2 half marathons — ideally the Chicagoland Half Marathon Series. One caveat to this will be that this goal is dependent upon what I learn at the appointment I have with my orthopedist on the 15th. That left knee is kind of a mess again (and it is actually not from running — I jacked it up wearing high heels at a wedding). If I end up needing surgery, then I will need to do some revising of this goal.

2.) Lose weight. I am hopeful that I will have some more success with this since Weight Watchers has changed their plan. The previous plan was an absolute struggle for me, but the new Freestyle plan is very workable for me. I;d love to lose at least 25 pounds this year.

3.) Get my scared butt to the dentist. The biggest problem with this is that I really don;t like the dentist I see. It’s not bad — it’s just a big office with lots of dentists and hygienists so it feels impersonal. I loved the dentist I used to see because they were personal and very willing to work with my phobia. The dentist I see now is so big that I have to explain myself to someone every time I go there, and I hate that. I sadly was forced to change dentists when my dental insurance changed. I used to have a PPO and now I have an HMO, so I was forced to abandon a provider I liked to go to one I merely tolerate. Sigh.

4.) Declutter — again. I have way too much crap and I am sick of it.

5.) Attend church at least 25 times. This would mean going at least twice a month and then one extra time (like Easter or Christmas). I like the church I attend very much. It is what I envision church should be like. There are 3 pastors at my church — 2 of them are women, including the head pastor. There are same sex couples who attend my church and have service roles in the church as well. They are just as welcomed in the church as I am. I also feel a more positive energy within myself when I attend church on a somewhat regular basis. I am a better version of myself when I go to church.

6.) Somewhat related to the resolution above, I’d like to read the Bible. I’ve started this a few times and never accomplished it, but I’m going to tackle it again this year.

7.) Improve my language by reducing my use of the F-bomb. I use it a lot, and it is finally starting to bother me personally that I use it so much. I am not worried that I offend anyone, nor am I offended by people who use it. This is just a personal choice on my part to reduce my use of that word. I am going to be more cognizant of how I speak and make a concerted effort to use that word only when I really feel it will add to what I am trying to say 🙂

That’s it — that’s what I hope to accomplish this year. If you know me, feel free to ask me questions about my progress as the year goes on — I am the kind of person who needs accountability! Let’s see what 2018 has in store!

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