Fourteen Years In An Institution

Anne McDonald 1977

I’m on the right, next to my best friend Leonie. In this picture I’m sixteen, she’s fifteen.  We’re sitting in a twin baby buggy. As one does.

By Anne McDonald

I lived in St Nicholas Hospital until I turned eighteen. Until I was sixteen I was totally unable to communicate with any adult because I am a severely handicapped athetoid. Athetosis is a type of cerebral palsy which results in a lot of uncontrolled movement; as well, in my case, there was an enormous excess of muscle tension. The combination of these difficulties meant that I could not use my hands, walk, or talk intelligibly.

In 1977 I was taught to communicate by using an alphabet board on which I point to letters in order to spell sentences. That is how I wrote my part of Annie’s Coming Out.

The worst thing for me about going into an institution was the total separation from everything I had known. St Nicholas would not allow parents to leave toys or clothes when they left a child. My rabbit, which I loved dearly, could not come, and neither could the animals we had as pets. The ruthless way in which children were parted from their toys was typical of the system’s treatment of children. We upset all their rather puritanical ideas about how children should behave. We were not good patients. We cried because we felt abandoned. The nurses didn’t know what to do; they didn’t know we could feel anguish. The institution had no tally book for broken hearts.

Nurses were discouraged from cuddling children. A crying child needed to be punished for its own good, so it would learn to accept the absence of affection and be happy. Punishment consisted of locking the crying child in a small dark store room. The hospital defined a happy child as a quiet child. Silence was not only golden but sullen; the nurses never saw the looks we gave them when a child was put away.

The doctors were no better. They went home at night, when the crying was worst. Remembering home was easier when you were in your cot with no toys, no games, no stories and no tucking in. We didn’t want to be kissed goodnight – that would have been unbearably distressing – but it would have been nice if someone had shown some sign that they would be glad to see us in the morning.

Talking about shit filled an enormous part of the nurses’ days. They spoke only a limited form of English, so the words they used were usually those used as abuse in polite society. You used to hold off shitting until you just about burst rather than suffer the abuse. We could not take ourselves to the toilets even if there had been toilets, so we were all in nappies. If you did not use your bowels you would have a suppository rammed in. This was recognized by the authorities, who had provided a tome in which all movements were recorded for posterity. It was called the Bowel Book. This caused no end of problems, because failure to score resulted automatically in laxatives. One day missed meant Duralax tablets; two, suppositories; three, an enema. You had no say at all.

Some nurses never marked the book, so totally unnecessary suppositories were frequently given. If you had a shit after being given a suppository you still had to listen to remarks about your odour and messiness. Instead of giving laxatives at night when they would cause the least embarrassment, they were always given at breakfast or lunch, ensuring a totally ruined morning or afternoon. This would not have mattered once in a while, but some of us were being dosed every second day.

Still, we thought we would be going home. Perhaps we were going to be cured. Little did we know! St Nicholas only has ‘hospital’ in its title because it occupies the old Children’s Hospital buildings. Of course, these were available for us only because they had been condemned as unsafe and inappropriate for children. Less medical care was given than we had at home. Laughter was the only medicine apart from laxatives and anticonvulsants, and humour was discouraged because laughter was confused with epilepsy and treated by injecting Valium or paraldehyde.

The nurses had never seen physically handicapped people before and had no idea which responses we shared with normal kids and which were significant indications of distress requiring intervention. Jittery nurses often thought we were frail and used to keep us in bed until the temperature had hit eighty. This resulted in even those children who had no physical handicap becoming wasted and pale. For the spastics, lying flat was disastrous. Their spasm became worse lying flat than sitting, reduced their ability to speak clearly, blocked gesturing, and usually removed any means of interaction. We were each marooned in our private cage. Vitality ebbed. We became prey to infections, which proved to the nurses that they were right to keep us in bed. The ultimate irony was that outsiders used to commend the nurses for treating us so well.

Despite this I was very attached to some of the nurses from the beginning. I think that some did marvelous work to cope with the numbers of kids in their groups and still be affectionate to us. They treated us like babies, but some treated us like nice babies. I was very fond of the night nurse on Ward 4. She was never flustered and was always even-handed in the way she dealt with us. You always got good treatment regardless of whether you responded or not.

We took some time to realize that we were not being treated. You expect a hospital to discharge patients other than in coffins. Some kids did come for temporary stays; funnily enough they frequently died. Usually children who visited knew when they were leaving. This meant that they did not become part of the ward and they took a superior attitude to us long-term residents. (As usual, I am talking about those who could communicate – most could not.) We tried not to hate them. It was difficult. Not only were they going home but they also got more than their fair share of attention. The nurses used to make a fuss of them and compare us unfavorably to them. The nurses felt no responsibility if we were skinny, sickly and sullen.

We had ways of communicating between ourselves. Usually we tried to cheer up any short-stay kids by pointing out how much better their state was than ours. We felt that nowhere could be as dreadful as St Nicholas; however, it seemed that the outside had its problems too. Most short-stay kids we saw were very physically handicapped. Those who spoke were generally unhappy because no one understood them, and they had no one to talk to. At least we had each other. Sometimes kids wanted to help us, but telling others was impossible for them too.

Dying was dependent on the way you felt. Jobs in mental hospitals do not attract the best doctors, and there was no supervision. The patients could not complain. If you wanted to die you had every opportunity. Many short-stay kids took their chance. Death never appealed to me; I wanted revenge. Now that does not seem to matter. What is important is stopping other kids going through what we went through.

Deceiving yourself was the hospital pastime. You imagined you talked perfectly and that you would be taken out for ever. You imagined waking up cured. You never took your condition seriously; it was never as important to you as it was to others. We had never walked; it did not look like we ever would. It was something we had grown up knowing. For busting out of confinement, speech seemed more desirable. We knew there were kids in St Nicholas who could walk, but none who could talk properly. All our imaginings depended for their fulfillment on speech.

Time was when the strongest emotion I felt was hate, and hate makes you strong. Tender emotions were dangerously softening. Implacable hatred of the whole world which hunted handicapped children into middens like St Nicholas twisted my relationships with people for years.

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It felt appropriate to show and share that regardless of how tragic your own life is that others have it much worse. ~ Mitch Santell (editor’s note – mine).

Parting shot: There will be no global awakening. This site will be closed in a number of days and after that all indications that this site was ever here will be gone. I wish you all the best of luck as the world you live in has been taken over by pure evil. It is only through faith and discernment that you will survive what is coming. ~ MJS


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Upbeat, Positive, and Inspired

A Reflective Commentary On Real Happiness

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The ability to remain positive in challenging times is what separates those in 2019 who are highly functioning and others who scratch their head and can’t figure out “what the hell is going on.”

Accountability and Responsibility for yourself is your #1 responsibility in 2019. Why do I write this?

Answer: In the grand scheme of things, no one is showing up to take care of you, so you had better start to read up on what you need to do to feel and be happier.

There are straightforward things that you can do to start to improve your quality of life.

One ~ You are what you eat. If you eat crap, you will feel like crap.

Two ~ If you don’t hydrate, then your body and brain won’t function as well.

Three ~ Watching 12 hours of Netflix shows is not going to prolong your life.

Four ~ Simply walking each day at a gentle pace for 20 minutes can quickly improve your outlook, your health, and your attitude.

The reason that I have always been obsessed with doing simple things to keep my health is that these are things that anyone can do.

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What is an EGO?

Answer: Edging God Out.

Confidence is a great thing and I always support that mindset. It is the letting go of any worry about what other people think or what other people do. You have to work on you first.

Stop being depressed about all of the things that you can’t control.

Focus your time, attention and action on what YOU CAN DO!

Stop telling yourself why you can’t and switch to how you will.


You are allowed


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Homeless In South Orange County Calif

A Commentary That Has Me Nervous by Mitch Santell

Homeless San Clemente
San Clemente, California in 2019.

It has always been my view that until the truth smacks you in the face, you are not going to see it or listen to it or discuss what you have discovered with others.

Here in South Orange County, California, we are getting more and more homeless people. The Orange County Sheriff’s Department will no longer enforce “anti-camping” laws here.

Homeless drug-addicted mentally ill people will not be driven out of Orange County by the Sheriff’s Department.

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This is not a good thing at all.

South of where I live in South Orange County is beautiful new home developments that are selling for well over 1.1 Million Dollars (USD).

As I have said in previous blog postings and commentaries: There is no longer a safe place. Some places are safer than others. My take? The next 5 years will see Southern California continue to deteriorate, leading to more crime. 

In 2018, all of the homeless camps were moved out of Orange County, but now we see them everywhere from San Clemente, Dana Point, and San Onofre.

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Most of south Orange County will now be off-limits for anti-camping and loitering enforcement against homeless people until the cities create shelter beds as an alternative, under a closely-watched settlement finalized in federal court Tuesday.

“The Sheriff’s Department will not enforce anti-camping” laws in the south county cities it patrols until shelter is made available in south county, county Supervisor Andrew Do, who has publicly called on south county to provide shelter, told Voice of OC after the hearing.

The settlement requires that a shelter bed within the same zone of the county, such as south county, be offered and available before the county Sheriff’s Department can enforce the camping and loitering laws against a homeless person.

The department serves as the police force for about two-thirds of south county residents, covering 10 of the region’s 12 cities, none of which have agreed to build shelter in their jurisdiction since Carter asked them to in spring 2018.

Irvine and Laguna Beach have their own police departments and are not subject to the settlement, which was agreed to by county officials and lawyers for homeless people.

“This is a game-changer,” Carter told the courtroom Tuesday before signing off on the settlement, which the court can enforce for the next three years.

The new agreement calls on different regions of the county to make certain there’s a “respective responsibility” for homeless people, rather than “dumping off” homeless people from one area to another, Carter said.

“This stops that dumping. This stops that moving over the borders. Each [region of the county] takes care of its own. Each city takes care of its own,” Carter said.

“This is an exemplary document that the governor should know about,” the judge added, referring to the entire settlement. “It’s a role model for the state. It’s a role model nationally.”

The agreement bars the Sheriff’s Department from transporting homeless people outside of three defined geographic regions of the county, known as “SPAs,” one of which is south county, from Irvine to San Clemente.

The settlement was reached between county officials and Brooke Weitzman and Carol Sobel, attorneys representing homeless people who sued the county in early 2018 over the planned evictions from the Santa Ana Riverbed.

The agreement came in the widely-watched Orange County Catholic Worker lawsuit against the county government and several north county cities, rather than the south county lawsuit Carter was removed from last month.

Many issues and disputes will continue come up with individual cases of homeless people, both sides of the case acknowledged.

The settlement lets either side come back to the court if they believe the agreement isn’t being followed, or if there’s disagreement about how to apply the terms to a specific situation.

Read more here: http://bit.ly/2Z8ZaEA

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Court case settlement below this picture will bring 1000’s here.

Here is the settlement document:

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Picture Credit: Nick Gerda, Voice of OC

A comment from a local resident of San Clemente, California:

Naturally, none of the posers in the photo would stand for having homeless shelters built in their own neighborhoods. But since they have the power they have no problem doing it to you. And they have no problem suspending anti-camping or loitering or vagrancy laws with hopes that it creates chaos in your neighborhoods extorting you to accept hundreds of homeless who aren’t even residents of your cities. More don’t do as I do. Do what I say.

And where is the Homeless Czar Susan Price? Isn’t she supposed to be the brains of the operation? Why no face time? I don’t even know what she looks like let alone what she does to earn her county paycheck. Has anyone ever interviewed her on the homeless problem? Is she allowed to speak with the media or the public?

This is nothing more than a money-making scam for friends of those in power who are contracted to provide homeless services. San Francisco, Seattle, Portland and Los Angeles followed the same strategy. Result? Homelessness increase fourfold or more. Just like the county’s stupid “Ten Year Plan to End Homelessness” fiasco that siphoned tens of millions of taxpayer dollars while the homeless population quadrupled with over 1000 camped on on the Santa Ana riverbed! lol. All their beard-scratching buddies in the think tanks made six-figure salaries and accomplished exactly nothing.

And none of these plans place any obligations on the homeless – no mandatory work programs, no mandatory sobriety, no regular mandatory drug or alcohol testing for those receiving free taxpayer goods or services, no mandatory institutionalization for the severely mentally ill, no mandated path to self-sufficiency.

This is no solution. It just pours more fuel on the fire. Another ‘feel-good’ program that punishes the taxpayers and rewards the freeloaders. Watch it attract more freeloaders from out-of-county and out-of-state to load up on all the free stuff. Just like in the aforementioned liberal hellholes.

But suspending laws to punish cities is about as low as it goes. And for Chief Barnes to agree to this selective anarchy only tells us that he’s fully complicit. His job is the ENFORCE the laws on the books to protect the community – not ignore them and hang the taxpaying residents who fund his fat $400,000 compensation and cadillac pension out to dry.

These aren’t civil servants. They’re kings and queens and paid pawns.

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Housing Boom Of South Orange County in the mid-1950s.

Here is a video of drunk people (LMAO) in a bar looking at a guy who has gone a bit nuts on meth or crack cocaine.

 

Predictive Programming Or Mass Extinction?

A Commentary that makes me scratch my hair by Mitch Santell

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No subject is discussed more within the “Truther Community” than Predictive Programming.

So many times, when I drink my morning coffee and plan my day, I start having thoughts on what I want to accomplish or blog posts I want to write or preparing to launch a new podcast show.

Then I think to myself, “Are these my thoughts, or were they planted?”

Here is an example that I wish to share with you!

Gary McPherson firmly believes that we only have 7 years left here on Earth, and after that, we are all toast. Check out the video and tell me what you think!

The most unique part of this clip is when Guy says that this is the 6th Life Extinction Event that mankind is suffering through. How does Guy know it’s the 6th time?

Answer: He most likely saw it in 1999 while watching “The Matrix.”

Here is the clip below.

The Architect: Hello, Neo.

Neo: Who are you?

The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I’ve been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.

Neo: Why am I here?

The Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.

Neo: You haven’t answered my question.

The Architect: Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

The responses of other Neos appear on the monitors: “Others? What others? How many? Answer me!”

The Architect: The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.

Again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: “Five versions? Three? I’ve been lied too. This is bullshit.”

Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

The Architect: Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly’s systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

Once again, the responses of other Neos appear on the monitors: “You can’t control me! Fuck you! I’m going to kill you! You can’t make me do anything!

Neo: Choice. The problem is choice.

The scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architect’s room

The Architect: The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.

Neo: The Oracle.

The Architect: Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.

Neo: This is about Zion.

The Architect: You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Neo: Bullshit.

The responses of other Neos appear on the monitors: “Bullshit!”

The Architect: Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

Scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architects room.

The Architect: The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

Neo: You won’t let it happen, you can’t. You need human beings to survive.

The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

The Architect presses a button on a pen that he is holding, and images of people from all over the matrix appear on the monitors

The Architect: It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were by design based on a similar predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the one. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-a-vis, love.

Images of Trinity fighting the agent from Neo’s dream appear on the monitors

Neo: Trinity.

The Architect: Apropos, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

Neo: No!

The Architect: Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning, and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to the left leads back to the matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you’re going to do, don’t we? Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth: she is going to die, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it.

Neo walks to the door on his left

The Architect: Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

Neo: If I were you, I would hope that we don’t meet again.

The Architect: We won’t.

End Scene

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Time For A Hot Coffee

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Don’t Give in to Suicide

The most important thing for me is that those around you know that they are loved. May this posting inspire you too. Why did it inspire me? As a kid growing up my Aunt Shirlee’s best friend’s brother committed suicide. My Aunt’s friend was never the same after that. Please heed this man’s advice. It is spot on!

Broken People

Teen suicide has risen dramatically in the last 20 years, and one of the best ways we can help is to encourage depressed and vulnerable young people to TALK ABOUT IT.

Hey, I’ve been there.

I tried to commit suicide in my early 20s. The details are in a couple blogs I wrote in December 2016, and in my book. The bottom line is I felt NOBODY could help me.

Nobody understood how I felt, or so I told myself, so I internalized everything until it nearly killed me.

In this world of pretend smiles and fake social media portraits, many are under the mistaken impression that you’re all alone. Thousands, MILLIONS around the world over the years have been exactly where you are.

My son also came within a few seconds of attempting suicide. Thank GOD he didn’t. Here’s a pic of us, along with my lovely bride of…

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After The Chaos Of A Crisis

Reflections After A 5150 Lockdown by Mitch Santell

Patients awaiting emergency care fill a hallway at Luis Razetti Hospital in Puerto la Cruz, Venezuela.
My Daughter Lived In A Place Like This for Nine Days and It Was Hell.

Today we will celebrate a significant achievement in our home. What is it? It has been 120 days since my daughter admitted herself on a 5150 lockdown. Why? My daughter is disabled but highly functioning with a cognitive disorder. She had a total meltdown, and I had to step in as her Father and save her.

Now that her mind is clear and she is off of all of the Anti-Depressants she is taking her life back to be as healthy as possible. It was a wild ride.

What did I learn from this crisis?

You get to learn who your friends are and you get to watch people run and hide because they don’t want to “Deal with the Chaos of the Crisis.”

Me?

God has somehow blessed me with DNA that I do well in a crisis. Do you? I’ll tell you my secret; I usually lose it after the crisis not during it. There are no species on this earth that is as adaptable as human beings.

All I can do is be here in this moment living in Gratitude, Feeling Blessed, and focusing on solutions, not problems.

From observing my daughter through personal experience, I learned that these drugs (the anti-depressants), make you want to kill yourself. Big Pharma anti-depressant drugs in my view are demonic because the pills mask the symptoms, but they fry the brain. In so many cases these drugs cause dementia (or the symptoms of dementia), and this is not good.

My daughter did not ask me to take her off the drugs, she begged me. If you have a child going through this, my number one insight is to listen to your child. It does not matter if they are 11 or 21, listen to what your son or daughter is telling you.

The drugs made my daughter worse, put her in a dark place, and I am forever grateful that I found a Psychiatric Medical Group here in South Orange County California that was willing to partner with me to get my daughter off of the medications.

The worst part of these medications is that while each one may work to mask the symptoms or bring some “temporary relief,” there are no long-term, short-term nor any study that tests multiple drugs taken in combination.

During my daughter’s lockdown for nine days, she ended up on four medications, and it was that combination that made my daughter want to kill herself.

All of her blood tests came back normal, and she does not have schizophrenia. My daughter made me a better human being, a better Father and as we all know, being a parent is not for the faint of heart.

Do not ever take advice from people who don’t have children. My parents (RIP) who happily married for 48 years used to complain to me all the time, even when I was a teenager how everyone has an opinion, but they are not in your shoes. You can listen, but you have to follow your own heart and your gut.

Now that there is light at the end of the tunnel and it’s not a train, now check out this clip on Vaccines. Do you see a pattern here? Have a blessed week.

Today I saw this blog posting and had placed some quotes from it here. Check this blog out as I am a subscriber to it.


On Challenges

People go through a lot. Don’t think that they don’t. All of us has to carry a certain pain, a certain tragedy. We all have our struggles, our fears, our losses. We all go through experiences that make it impossible to return to the person we used to be.

But most people don’t grow through what they go through.

Imagine being on a small boat. In the middle of the ocean. A storm comes. It badly damages the boat, but somehow you make it out of the storm alive. Now, the storm is gone. The sky is clear. No clouds. Despite being badly damaged, the boat is still afloat.

What do most people do?

Forget the storm even happened. Or prey that another one won’t ever come back. Or spend their time being afraid of another storm.

What almost no one does?

Fix the damn boat. Or build another one. A bigger and stronger one.

People waste their lives running away from what they fear, instead of using pain and fear to their advantage.

Challenges make us stronger. What doesn’t kill you…

Makes you wish it did.

But then it makes you stronger. Much stronger than you would have been if nothing bad hah happened.

But you’ve got to let it. You’ve got to learn. You’ve got to grow and accept responsibility for your life.

That is all.

Great Blog, see more here: https://cristianmihai.net/2018/09/21/on-challenges/

More here to review in terms of drugs and side affects: https://www.healthline.com/health/depression/medication-list#snris

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