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2023.06.10 06:36 Moist-Business4255 What should I do? Who should I talk to and what should I say?

I am in an awkward and confusing situation here and need some help. I (m31) have been married to my wife (f29) since 4 years and we have a baby. Recently we came to our in-laws because I have some long-term work in the same town. Of course we are staying at the in-laws house. Now my wife has a sister (f25) named sky (not real). She has been good to me and we talk normally. She took care of the kid in past, still does at times and is generally respectful. This time though it has been a whole different scene. She had been staring me a bit more, being a little bit more funny and so on.
So my wife is out with her parents n kid and I took a shower and am in my room (the room we were staying in). Since I got some alone time after shower after quite a few days, I was basically taking my own sweet time to rub my hair, apply some cream. After a good 2 minutes, I look towards the door and I see that the door wasn't all closed and I saw sky walk away. Im 100% sure that she was looking in since some time and was astonished by my sudden head turn i guess. I didn't know what to say bcs it was a fault but i wasnt 100% sure if she was looking or not... I kept quiet n nothng happened.
About a week later, im late for meeting. Today too my wife is out with parents. I walk to the common bathroom with my stuff and i find her taking shower. I was surprised bcs normally it wud be locked from inside if someone's in there. Of course I saw her nakd. I didnt want to be the awkward guy so later I msgd her saying sorry it was a mistake. she responds with a dry "ok".
but abt another week later, same situation (wife, kid, her parents out) and I once again walk in on her in the bathroom. I said a sorry again and all she said was "ok. it happens. no worries". The third time does not feel like coincidence because her own room has an attached bathroom...she does not have to come out for taking a bath.
I have no intentions to do anythign with her but being a human her naked figure was doing rounds in my head and of course I am imagining things. i decided to tell my wife. I told her everything in detail. Guess what? She says "oh.... that's all she said? If sky says dont worry so dont worry", kisses me and goes onto doing whatever she was doing. Honestly, I was expecting some anger from her and i was kinda astonished by her reaction. She is kinda possessive and shows signs of jealousy even if I appreciate any other woman for anything (not just looks). Such lukewarm reaction .... not what i expected.
Today morning I was in the half asleep state and I feel my dick is being sucked. Now wife does this sometimes. If I am having a boner in my sleep, she might start sucking, especially when its morning. I have woken up to that a number of times. So today too, I am almost half asleep and am slowly waking up to the sensation and I moaned her name a couple of times. It took me a while to realise what might be happening I woke up ashamed of dreaming abt sky. Guess what... my wife acts as if she heard nothing. She proceeds with it, I cum and all is normal. During the day whenever I came back home, sky is opening the door with rather unusual dress (deep neck, tight pants) - something I don't remember her wearing ever inside the house.
I dunno what's going on. Since my wife's reaction was so lukewarm, I have started feeling so strongly that sky wants to do me and my wife doesn't care if I do it. I am obviously infatuated a bit and imagining sky. I mean I have conveyed things to my wife and she does not seem to care. it feels so inappropriate to ask in laws. What should I do? what shud I say and to whom? Should I take a step forward with sky? Should I force my wife to tell me what's on her mind and why she did not bother about it? I am totally confused. Help me.
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2023.06.10 06:36 MrsWalter89 I hate this

Everyday I wake up angry that I did. It’s been over six months since he passed away. I work more than I used to and don’t ever look forward to going home. I get nasty messages on here and Facebook and Instagram. I had a widower tell me since I had a memorial tattoo of my late husband I’d stay single forever, even other people would not accept that if they’ve been widowed and that I’ve marked myself. Hopefully “forever” doesn’t last much longer. I drink everyday hoping for kidney failure to take me. I don’t want a life without him. I’m stuck in this misery. I have tried to climb out of it. Recently I started to see someone coming into my work that is his doppelgänger and I thought I was going crazy and didn’t tell a soul until my boss text me that she’d seen my husband’s twin at work. Yesterday I saw him at the restaurant I was at which coincidentally was where I met my husband and then I saw this same guy today when I was running an errand. This may seem sweet to some but I find it sick and cruel because it’s NOT HIM but he looks crazy similar. I can’t understand what the universe is telling me or punishing me for. It’s driving me insane. Weird things have been happening this week including guys leaving me their number even though I still wear my wedding and engagement rings. I don’t want to move on even only being 34 and literally having his blessing to do so. I just want him back and all of this is driving me to drink even more and hate myself and ask questions that can’t be answered.
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2023.06.10 06:35 lexxxy_o Selling tickets for Irving TX on June 15th!

Selling tickets for Irving TX on June 15th!
I'm selling two tickets for Irving on June 15th! I bought them resale but found a better deal the next day lol. Looking for $300 each but it's negotiable and willing to sell separate
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2023.06.10 06:35 janexdoeh I'm not sure if I should forgive my brother who used to hit me

Trigger warning of abuse. This is not a throw account so I might delete it in the future but I need answers and get this off my chest. English is my second language so I might make mistakes here and there. My brother (M26) and I (F23) used to not get along at all. When we were little, we would fight about anything especially when my parents were not home and it would sometimes get physical. I remember him not really hitting me but sitting on my body and closing my nose and mouth to stop me from breathing and choking me like this. This would happen during fights more frequently so I wouldn't have a physical proof to show my parents of how he would threat me. This begin to happen less in my high-school years but we still would have fights and not get along. I also want to point out my parents wouldn't understand the scale of it's seriousness or wouldn't believe it was a big deal since "siblings fight all the time" and they wouldn't be there during the fights. One day we had a huge fight when I was 17, he was 21. I am not gonna get into the details to that incident but I left during mid fight and I told my family I would call the cops if it kept happening when I go back home. So when I came back home, it did keep happening and I called the cops. My father blamed me for calling the cops instead of him and he kept blaming and making me feel guilty when he and my mom was having a divorce, making me feel like the divorce was partially my fault. After that incident, he never apologized for his actions towards me but he did try to be better I think. After that maybe we would have small verbal fights or arguments every once in few months but that was it. 3 years later I had a good one week job and my brother was going to have a europe trip. We were tight on money and my mother wanted me to pay for his flight saying she would pay me back but I said he should and I don't want it back from her, the money was almost about the whole money I was getting from that job. After insisting that he should pay for himself or pay it back but I gave up and gave the money because of the pressure I was getting and the guilt-trip for being a bad sister. He did say thank you but I don't remember him paying back. Now, my mom says he did and I don't have the strongest memory but I still believe he didn't pay me back.
But especially after that we begin to get along more and the last time I saw him, like a month ago, he was very nice to me and asked stuff about my life, how the school and living alone was like and seemed very understanding towards the things I was saying. We had a nice conversation and he hugged me which felt very genuine.
Now I feel confused about my feelings and kinda mad at myself for still blaming him. I can't forget the things he did to me but I don't think he remembers the stuff being that bad, or doesn't understand how much those stuff effected me. I think he changed but I don't know if I should forgive him. It did happened in the past and he is better to me now but also, he never apologized. I'm tired of feeling guilt for still being stuck on the past, especially now that he's better and acting more caring.
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2023.06.10 06:35 Comment_Rarely I130 Need some Info regarding court documents

I petitioned my Significant other and forgot to bring up their minor accident they had in their home country.
They got into an accident with a vehicle and minor injury occurred to a third party.
I did not mention this in my I130, would this be an issue?
If we do get approved, does my SO need to provide the court appearance paper if they paid the fine? What happens if they forget?
From my understanding they need a Police Certificate and I assume that will show the previous court hearing my SO attended. So if we don’t get the court documents that might screw us over?
For context, we are filing I130 for CR1
We are confused and want to get some feedback from others.
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2023.06.10 06:35 ThrowRA_Gear7791 My (F34) husband (M34) is accusing me of being controlling when he goes out with work friends

My (F34) husband’s (M34) job requires him to travel a lot, which doesn’t really bother me except for the fact that he basically treats it as an excuse to have a free-for-all. About 75% of these “work” trips are really just free time, which they’ll spend going out to eat (brunch/coffee/lunch/dinnedrinks), shopping, sight-seeing, lounging at the hotel/pool, etc. For example, if they’re gone for 7 days, they’ll spend maybe 4 days of it on work, and even then they only go to a presentation for about 2-4 hours so they really have the rest of the day to themselves. Before I get accused of being resentful (as I often have by my husband when we argue about this), I’m not. I’m resentful of his attitude about it.
TLDR my husband doesn't pay our bills but accuses me of being controlling when I get upset that he spends money/time on his colleagues.
For some background, he’s actually taking a year to do an unpaid internship to advance within this industry. Which I agreed to in order to support his career advancement. No problem there. My problem is that while I’m trapped at home because I have to work to pay all our bills and take care of our dogs while he’s gone, he uses the trip as an excuse to go out every single day. What I didn't agree to was to pay all of our bills so that he can spend all his money/time with coworkers and friends. When he’s home, he doesn’t want to go to brunch with me because he does intermittent fasting. When he’s home, he doesn’t want to go out for dinnedrinks because he has no money or because of it affecting his stomach issues. In fact, before he left for this most recent trip he told me he wanted to go out with me for a drink but didn’t want to wreck his stomach before traveling the next day. But when he’s on one of these trips, all of that goes out the window. He has no problem going out drinking with his colleagues till 2 am, going to brunch/coffee/lunch/dinners etc. Has no problem going shopping even though he doesn’t help pay any of our bills or dog care (he gets stipends for each trip, and he’ll use the excess money to buy new clothes or go out). Then comes home “exhausted” and has GI upset for days. I have tried telling him that this behavior is hurtful, that it makes me feel like he prioritizes time with his colleagues/industry friends over time with me or the needs of our household. That it makes me feel used. He accuses me of being controlling, jealous, not understanding his career, etc. That I’m not happy unless he’s just sitting at the hotel alone. He tells me this is just how his industry is, that he’s going to go out more when he’s on these trips than he does at home, and that I just can’t handle it. So am I being controlling, or how do I get him to understand why I'm upset?
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2023.06.10 06:35 Nicaul Should I start my OJT or make the most of my free time na lang?

Im a freshman and may midyear kami, which is OJT. Lucky for me, HR tita ko from a well known company, so I got in easily sa target department ko (IT). I had passed all enrollment and OJT requirements, waiting nalang talaga ma enroll ako ng registar
Which might take some time. Sa 19 pa kasi ang pasukan, and hanggang ngayon wala pang grades sa portal. My aunt keeps asking me when I should start but I cant give her a direct answer because ako din naguguluhan. Last week, someone from HR (bestfriend ng tita ko) told me that my aunt is excited to have me there. Antagal niya na din kasi ako kinulit tungkol dun haha.
Thing is, may OJT booklet na ko. I just dont know kung maccredit yung hours ko na pag pasok before pasukan. The coordinator informed me beforehand basta ma enroll puwede namag start.
I have about a week and a few days to enjoy my free time. And by that, I spend about 2-3 hrs researching and upskilling na hindi nagagawa nung may pasok, 1-2 hrs na freelance work, the rest phone and hobbies. I think na since freshman naman ako wala masyadong ipapagawa and I can code sa office. Malayo nga lang yung office kaya baka draining physically, pero may shuttle.
I asked around pero parang wala pang magsisimula. I have a classmate na magsstart na sa 13 though.
So, should I enjoy my break off school/work to upskill, stay at home? Or should I start early with the possibility na hindi ma credit hours at work? Need your advice
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2023.06.10 06:34 yuhuranusrings Got my Bowline replaced and i dont like the one i was given with, am i able to replace it for another shorts?

i got a replacement for my Bowline “Stretch Rip & Stop” and the replacement i got was also a Bowline but its the woven kind and i didnt notice until i got home
i dont really like this edition because A,) no small pockets and its zipped up, and B,) Its bulkier than my last one so am i able to exchange it for another shorts? possibly a pace breaker or LTT because ive looked for stock and the stores in my areas only has the Woven Bowlines.
I still have the receipt but my question is, would they allow an exchange for a shorts that was from another exchange? i would not want to drive an hour away just to get denied so thats why i came here.
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2023.06.10 06:34 El_Mariachi_Vive First private gig entirely on my own! Wanted to share with you all and ask for luck

For the last 4 or 5 years, I had been out of the industry. I made it pretty far, and got absolutely crushed once the lights got bright, so to speak. I was devastated. I decided to take on another career for a while maintaining airplanes. It was FUCKING AWESOME and so much fun but then a bunch of major life changes happened including a mild brain injury, which left me unable to do anything but cook. So, cooking I did.

Back in March I applied at a restaurant job on a whim and was hired. Fast forward 3 months and I work off and on at a bar my friend runs, while also working at 2 of the nicest restaurants in my area. On top of that, tomorrow I do my first completely private gig. I've done countless contracting gigs working at events, weddings, for caterers, and things like that, but never just going to someone's house as my own private business entity, with my own rules and recipes.

I am beyond excited. Not only is this going to be my chance to lay my dick on the table and establish myself as a serious chef in my area, but the money is noice. $40/hr, and I charge for every hour I spend buying and prepping, as well as being in the home and cooking/presenting/entertaining/cleaning.

I was told to make the food well but to not go too crazy, as the guest of honor is picky. So, the menu is...

cocktail hour - marrow and bruschetta with crostini. Also stole a gin/champagne/pom cocktail recipe from my wife. Also, mussels and chorizo
1st course - frisee, chevre, blood orange, roasted cashew, champagne vin
main course - honey mustard grilled chicken breast (guest of honors request), Moroccan style roasted baby carrots, cooper sharp gemelli and cheese
dessert - cranachan
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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

MA = Movies Anywhere
GP = Googleplay
[?] = unknown definition
title = pending trade
If a title is no longer listed = It has been traded
COMBO Films
MOVIES
TV Series Marked
Vudu Only
ITUNES Only
ITUNES Only MOVIES - No Port - Marked
CANADIAN CODES: GOOGLE PLAY / ITUNES MARKED I do not know any of these port
WANT LIST
Titles I am looking for
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2023.06.10 06:34 GroundbreakingEar690 [OC][Art] Used AI for a Quick Set of Cards for a Home Brew Campaign

Background:

Wanted to provide this set of nine cards I threw together for our DND campaign. My players will be entering a city tomorrow and one of the shops is called: Curio Curiosity Shoppe.
I have the rest of the shops, encounters and everything mapped out. The players are level 1 and it felt like the deck of many things and some of the other decks that have been homebrewed and posted seemed a little too strong for the party this early on. Additionally, a majority of the players are new to DND. I wanted to make a small deck of cards that would allow them to ease into things like the deck of many things with out the overwhelming benefits/withdrawals early on. Feel free to use.

The Shop:

The Deck:

The Cards:

Draw a card and roll 1d4 for effect. Once a card is pulled or flipped the player may not receive that card again.
The Mother You feel a warm embrace:
The Lovers You have formed a life long bond:
The Pride You feel a strong sense of self worth and confidence:
The Fall You have a sinking feeling in your gut:
The Wizard Arcane power envelopes the room:
The Hunter The smell of pine and dirt fills the air. Coyotes howl in the distance while a cold breeze flows through your hair:
The Teacher: The smell of fresh books can be smelt:
The Warrior: A sense of honor and strength washes over you:
The Calamity:
Ţ̴̯̤͖̝̦͙̠͇͓̯̯̹̘͋̐̔͋́̈́̏̍͛̑̚͜ẖ̷̨̨̛̲͓̠̮̞̙͎̬̒͛̍̕ẽ̵̡̛̘͒́ͅs̴̤̮͖̯̱̲̯̥̭̈́͌ë̴̛̠̫͕́̽́́̐̋͊͝͝ ̵̡͔̮̺̭̘͎͙̩̫̖̀͋͂̉̈́̏̿w̷̢̨̹̘̭͎̲͔̘̫̆̀̅̂ǫ̸̲̼͔̭͇̜̞̯̪͚̼͕̣̏͋̾͌̏͗̈́̽͘ͅř̴̡̰̤̗̝̝͚̠̼̩̈̊͊̊̀̈́̈͘̕̚ḑ̶͔̜̯̹̦̹̼͔̼̹̇͑̽̿͗̿͗͛̀̇̍̀̽͜ș̶̨̹̯̰̙̤͙͚̲̟̠͇̱͙̓͑͆͋̏̚͠ ̸̨̘̈́̐̊͌͝ȧ̴͚̣̤̱͚̞̣̞̦̮̘͛̓̅͐̂̃̀́͛̚͝ͅr̴̮͈̭͚̘̠͔͚͈͛͗͆͑̈́̔͗̏͜ͅe̵̖̰̹͐͐̓̏͛̐͗̍̏̊̽͊̍ ̸̡͚̰̳̩̦͖̗̓̌̄̄ụ̸͔̼̭̣͕͙̪͔̽͒̓̄́̏͐̊̀̓͝͠ṉ̸̞̦͑̾̋̅́͊̕͝k̷̫̬̩̯̲̖̏̿͗̍̇nó̷̘̻ẇ̷̡͚̯̭͎̤̙͚̣̽́̿̑̈́̎͗̈́̍͠ͅn̸̡͚̤̭͚̹͎̮͔̱̣̦̼̉̊͌̐̽͋̒͘͘

Image Generation: Stable Diffusion - Prompt: absurdres, best quality, ultra detailed, detailed background,(art nouveau:1.5), (zentangle:1.3),1girl,crimson
Negative prompt: SimpleNegative, (worst quality, low quality:1.4),[:(badhandv4:1.5):0.7] ,(bad-hands-5:1.2)
The image has the cards set on a standard paper size and should be roughly the size of standard playing cards. Hope this is helpful, happy adventures.
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2023.06.10 06:34 Critical_Oil_6001 I was curious about a local legend. Now, what was supposed to be a week-long trip might turn into my eternal nightmare.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I
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2023.06.10 06:34 TechieBrad Apple Cash Card Question

I have an apple HYSA and want to move some money from the savings to the Apple Cash card so I can make a purchase with the Apple Cash card.
It would be a point of sale Apple Pay purchase. What are the transaction limits on the Apple Cash card? I’ve searched google for a while and can only find the limits for sending cash within iMessage.
Some banks limit your debit card to 3-5k debit card transactions per day. I know Apple Cash card has limits, but I cannot find them anywhere in the TOS or google.
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2023.06.10 06:34 Key-Coat-1156 Ended things with my fubu for two reasons

(1) He’s disappointing. Sa umpisa lang talaga maganda ang lahat kahit sa mga fubu relationships na yan. When I first met this guy, god he was a beast in bed. He made sure that he pleasured me until I was overstimulated. Lately though, we just fuck for convenience sake. Which is good naman except yung needs lang nya yung namemeet. Puta, eh paano naman ako. He cums so fast, nakakabitin. Hindi rin sya available at all times tulad ng kahapon. Oh eh paano naman ako na may sexual needs? It feels like talking to a wall when I reach out to him saying na gusto ko ng sex. Aba, eh pag sya naman yung horny, puta ako pa naghohost. Gago talaga. Hindi lang pala sa mga romantic relationships naaapply yung “know your worth”…. Pati din pala sa mga fubu relationships.
(2) I feel like I’m not meant for the fubu system As mentioned earlier, I usually crave for sex. But the truth is, your fubu partner wouldn’t be available for you at all times. And worse, hindi ka rin nya ippriority to meet your needs kasi hindi ka naman nya jowa. Unlike if jowa, there’s feelings involved so kusa talagang immeet yung sexual demands ng partner mo bec you care about that person. So I think mas bagay lang ako sa system of the latter. Sucks, wala nga lang akong jowa so realistically speaking, I’ll probably go back and find another fubu or like one night stand lang.
Idk im still trying to figure it out.🤷🏻‍♀️
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2023.06.10 06:34 fishtailsplit Emotional Dysregulation + Perfectionism

Hi there.
This will be a bit of text, so
TLDR I've struggled all my life with ADHD, only recieved that diagnosis in the past couple years and have always been affected by quick bursts of unregulated rage in response to my perfectionism. I realized today that this emotional dysregulation has thrown a wrench in a lot of my relationships, regardless of how much progress I've made with it and make sure it's directed inward and not toward others. It quickly becomes to every friend or significant other incomprehensible, unforgivable and makes me unlovable in the long run. If you relate, let me know.
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I'm not sure what percentage of people with ADHD expereince the emotional dysregulation symptom. However, my adult diagnosis of ADHD and realization of that symptom explained to me my entire life. The quick, extremely intense bursts of anger were something I always thought was a character flaw, or a trauma response that I really should have grown out of by now.
I grew up in a rather difficult home. Lots of shame and perfectionism filled the house for my whole childhood mainly because my parents suffered from it as well. However, it fostered an environment where almost everyone was competing against each other to be acknowledged as a legitamate person who was "good enough". We would do anything for this, including tearing each other down. This, of course, has affected every other area of my life, not just family. Constant feelings of inadequacy since I was young created this anger and hatred for myself. Back then, no one really knew I had ADHD, least of all me. I just thought I was stupid while my sisters were so smart. I would lose my keys or my wallet or my phone and my parents would yell and scream. So, I guess I decided that was the proper reaction to my flaws. And, in response to any mistake, large or small, any imperfection, I would go into a rage so quick and intense and unregulated. This drove me to begin self harming in high school. I only really realized this might be an issue in college when I found bruises on my head (I would hit my head in a 30min fit every morning if I felt I wasn't pretty or skinny or smart enough).
Since then, I've had loads of treatment and have made such significant improvements. Nowadays, a moment where I engage in self harm is quickly cut off and few and far between. However, I still experience that unregulated anger in reaction to an imperfection even if I'm able to disengage pretty quickly. Still. This symptom feels as if I am absolutely unlovable. I feel like not many typical, normal people see this as a symptom of any disorder but instead a serious character flaw. To others, I can be so kind and empathetic and charismatic in the right situation, masking so hard in order to be liked, to be enough. Yet, the second any person gets close enough to see a moment of that unregulated anger, regardless of how I try so hard to make sure it doesn't affect them, I feel like it's instantly weird to them, incomprehensible, and eventually, unforgivable. This trouble with anger was a big player in the end of my last relationship. He just didn't understand how I could feel so strongly about nothing. And, I don't blame anyone. Logically, it does not make sense that in response to seeing myself perform poorly in my favorite video game, I become violently angry at myself and quite honestly want to die for a couple minutes. Then I return to normal.
I get it. It's hard to relate to and understand. Even though I was relieved that my emotional dysregulation is explained by ADHD, I can't help but feel like absolute trash in the irony. In an effort to be loved, my reaction to imperfection, in return, makes me unlovable. It feels suffocating. Like I am constantly begging for forgivness and understanding. Regardless of how hard I try to heal, regardless that I didn't choose the anger or the perfectionism, there will always be that piece of my self that just so undesireable.
I don't know why I'm here. Maybe processing and understanding. I'm desperate for someone to get it, I guess If you actually read all that nonsense, thank you, truly. Let me know if there's anyone out there who has experienced the same emotional dysregulation and the negative effect it has on...everything.

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2023.06.10 06:33 Traditional-Top-4321 We need help

So my BF and I have been in and out of hospitals for stomach issues he's had for the past two months now doctors tell him to eat different because he's a plus size man but we have changed our diet cooking at home started hiking, and still no change they just keep giving is painkillers and nothing close to an answer we've done tests with GIs and nothing. With medical debt piling and our anxieties rising I am left with very little hope in the American medical system. And I'm scared to lose my partner were only 21. So far Gi cocktails have been the only thing to ease the pain
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2023.06.10 06:33 lolallsmiles Vent. I need him OUT

So I have a shit future brother in law that has been living with me in my fiancé (in the house I pay foown) for 2 months now. I’m all about helping out family but he hasn’t had a job on his own accord of trying to “stream” for 2 years now. His old roommates finally got tired of him not having a job and not being able to pay bills so we got stuck with him…..begrudgingly since he was gonna be homeless…again on his own accord of not having a job for TWO years. he respects none of my house rules…which are literally just put your dirty dishes away, don’t binge my food (we buy him is own) don’t stomp around my house like an elephant and try to be somewhat quiet after 10pm since I work a 9-5 while also struggle with extreme insomnia. I’ve told him these rules a million of times and he’ll adhere to it for like a few days but then right back at doing everything on the list I ask not to do. Literally stomping around like an elephant, slamming doors, screaming while he streams ALL night, eating through all the food (we barely have enough money to cover bills so this is really not ideal supporting him which I’ve told him) Now we think he might have a gf (why anyone would be with him is beyond me) and my biggest rule is NO ONE at my house (I barely trust him let alone the shit people he probably associates with) fiancé (his brother) always says he “talks to him” about my rules and he gets it and is “trying to get a job”. But all in my mind I’m asking is just be basically a decent human, I mean shit, if I was free loading at a relatives house I would be a saint and make their lives as easy as possible just for taking me in…paying for all my shit, not charging anything. He’s respected nothing I’ve asked so I have little faith he won’t have his new chick and friends over while we are working our 9-5. I want to put in security cameras……..he’ll know exactly why (he just told us about the girl) so I know it’ll make me look like a bitch. He’s already constantly in my shit the minute I get home wanting to hangout (im hella introverted and just literally want to be left the hell alone after work…I’m in Human Resources). I’m just so fed up. But anyways I want security cameras inside and outside (our house has so many entries) but I know I’ll look like a bitch.
Just needed to vent. I worked my entire life so hard so I would NOT have to have roommates so buying a house big enough for one just feels like such a punishment now that I’m stuck with him. I want to kick him out. Originally my fiancé asked we let him stay a year but I’m not going to make it even 3 more months I want him OUT now and it’s been 2 months lol
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2023.06.10 06:33 New_Prune5318 [18/m] let's chat for a bit

Just got home from work, tired , and legs hurt. Will pretty much talk to anyone. And waiting for my laundry to get done.... so hit me up! And make my Nigh
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2023.06.10 06:33 Dramatic-Box-1989 Im stuck between sports and dont know what to do

I wanted to play sport so last year I picked up basketball. I joined a class. i was 14.I became OBSESSED. In just the few months I was there I was one of the fastest progressing players there. I was being put in matches above my age group. I would wake up at 4 to either run a 10k or to practice my handles. I lost a ton of fat and was getting stronger. The official competition is once a year in September. I played so much I got sick multiple times. In one weekend I ran 50k. At the academy I had a rep to be the “quiet one” . I had no interest in making freinds and would try to have the least social interaction as possible. Many people tried to befriend me but I alienated myself. I would come early to class and work on harder and harder drills. Once I came an hour early in the blistering Sun and worked so hard I passed out. By the time September rolled around I realized somthing very annoying. There were 2 main categories under 14 and under 17. If I could get in under 14 I was the best player. But under 17 had players playing since they were 4. Because of my birthday if I had been born a month later I’d be in under 14. So I didn’t make the team I told myself I’m litterely the youngest in this category and I’d work till next year to be the best.
Things went ok till January One of the seniors talked to the coach and made a Plan that every kid shall be assigned a senior as like a sub coach of sorts. I got the best player. Although it was never clearly stated I got the feeling that I was placed with the most devoted kids. There were 4 of us. The guys whose wing i was under was tall, muscular and i had always looked up to him .Me being garbage, played the worst I have ever as a first impression. He always seemed like a goofy lighthearted person but in training he allowed no mistakes. He yelled at me multiple times. The more I tried not to mess up the worse I played. I did trash in even the easiest drills. When there was a 3 person drill he asked me to sit out and made a kid younger than me do it. I felt like crying. I went home and did cry in the shower for a long time. Then I didn’t go for 4 days because I was scared. When I finally mustered courage he treated my like an outcast. The one thing he hated more than a bad player was one who didn’t take this seriously. I did nothing that whole day, and never went back.
My parents had been trying to convince me not to go in February or March as we had to travel in February and I had exams in March. My grades had be so and so and I was so afraid to go back that I agreed. after exams i was even more afraid to go because i hadnt been for 2 months. my dad pursued me to take up tennis becuase it wasnt a team sport and in all my games i had always been in the extras. he also plays tennis so he would have someone to play with .I gave myself a fresh start, and i hated it. tennis just wasnt for me. i was placed with a group of 5 year olds and even though the coaches were very supported i just didnt enjoy it. after going for a month i just said i wont go anymore. my dad and i had a few arguements and there was a kind of silent hostility, becuase i wasnt going. eventually he told me i was just a lazy person who doesnt want to work hard and is using basketball to escape tennis and soon i will quit basketball too. now, this infuriated me beyond words. i had worked to be the opposite of that person. i used to to sneak out at 4 to work hard. i remember once a visiting coaches had announced to my age group that they should be like me (because he had seen me come early, stayed focused the whole time and not spoke to anyone). after a while he was convinced i won and he reluctantly agreed. this whole time i had been fighting to go to basketball, but i couldnt because i would have been gone for about 5 months now.
so for the past month, ive been sitting at home. ive quit running, gotten out of shape. i really have been thinking of going back to the academy, but just to return as the fat slob who quit for 6 months and returned around tournament season. it would basically look like i have no dedication to actually play the game consistently but just grab a quick trophy. even if i stay dedicated i wont make the team with just 3 months of practice. so either i quit sports alltogther, I somehow go back to the academy, tell the coach why i left and work up from scratch, or i take up tennis or another sport. all the paths seem terrible and ive come here as a last resort.
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