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Family, Life, and Thank You: Thank you for making the selfless decision to give life to others. In the midst of your grief, you said yes to saving lives and restoring health to people in need. Families like yours kindness and generosity still exist. give us renewed hope that We would like to share with you some information about the recipients of your son's gift. Daniel's heart was transplanted into a 32-year-old male. Daniel's liver was transplanted into a 54-year-old female from New Jersey. She is married with one child. She was placed on the transplant waiting list in February of 2007. The liver had immediate function and she is expected to have a full recovery. Also a liver segment was transplanted into a 1- year-old boy Daniel's pancreas and left kidney were transplanted into a 36-year-old male. He was placed on the transplant waiting list in November of 2018. The organs had immediate function and he is expected t have a full recovery. Daniel's right kidney was transplanted into a 6-year-old boy. Daniel was also able to be a tissue donor. Donated tissue can dramatically improve the quality of life f those suffering from chronic pain and impaired mobility Please accept our heartfelt condolences for your loss. Our hope is that you find some comfort in knowing that these gifts have made an impact on others. Today, people awake to a new day because of caring families like yours. We would like to continue to support you. Enclosed is information about the services we offer On behalf of everyone touched by Daniel's gift, we thank you. Sincerely, Jaime Sullivan Family Services Coordinator Remember to sign up to be a donor
Family, Life, and Thank You: Thank you for making the selfless decision to give life to others. In the midst of your grief, you said yes
 to saving lives and restoring health to people in need. Families like yours
 kindness and generosity still exist.
 give us renewed hope that
 We would like to share with you some information about the recipients of your son's gift.
 Daniel's heart was transplanted into a 32-year-old male.
 Daniel's liver was transplanted into a 54-year-old female from New Jersey. She is married with one
 child. She was placed on the transplant waiting list in February of 2007. The liver had immediate
 function and she is expected to have a full recovery. Also a liver segment was transplanted into a 1-
 year-old boy
 Daniel's pancreas and left kidney were transplanted into a 36-year-old male. He was placed on the
 transplant waiting list in November of 2018. The organs had immediate function and he is expected t
 have a full recovery.
 Daniel's right kidney was transplanted into a 6-year-old boy.
 Daniel was also able to be a tissue donor. Donated tissue can dramatically improve the quality of life f
 those suffering from chronic pain and impaired mobility
 Please accept our heartfelt condolences for your loss. Our hope is that you find some comfort in
 knowing that these gifts have made an impact on others. Today, people awake to a new day because
 of caring families like yours. We would like to continue to support you. Enclosed is information about
 the services we offer
 On behalf of everyone touched by Daniel's gift, we thank you.
 Sincerely,
 Jaime Sullivan
 Family Services Coordinator
Remember to sign up to be a donor

Remember to sign up to be a donor

Being Alone, Memes, and News: EMERGENCY MEDS U.S. NEWS BOMB SUSPECT DEAD Mar 21 The Austin bombings suspect dies by detonating a bomb inside his car while SWAT officers closed in on the vehicle. The suspect from the Austin bombings died early this morning by blowing himself up in his car while officers closed in on him. The suspect’s vehicle was traced to a hotel in Round Rock, TX- just north of Austin. A SWAT team surrounded the hotel while waiting for backup, however during that time the suspect drove away. Officers then followed the suspect, who stopped in a ditch off the side of the highway when SWAT officers closed in on the vehicle. Police detail the suspect detonated a bomb from the inside, causing an officer to be thrown back. ___ Austin police chief Brian Manley revealed the suspect to be a 24-year-old male, Mark Anthony Conditt. Manley said that several leads brought them to the suspect, including a surveillance video. However he reminded, “we still need to remain vigilant. We do not know where he has been in the past 24 hours. We do not understand what motivated him to do what he did.” Law enforcements are still unsure if the suspect acted alone, or if he had accomplices. They are also unsure if he left other explosives that have not yet detonated. ___ The suspect is said to be responsible for at least six bombs that killed two people and wounded five. Four bombs detonated in various locations in Austin, another in a FedEx distribution center in Schertz, TX, a 6th found, unexploded, in a FedEx near Austin’s airport. ___ Photo: Eric Gay-Associated Press
Being Alone, Memes, and News: EMERGENCY
 MEDS
 U.S. NEWS
 BOMB SUSPECT DEAD
 Mar 21 The Austin bombings suspect dies
 by detonating a bomb inside his car while
 SWAT officers closed in on the vehicle.
The suspect from the Austin bombings died early this morning by blowing himself up in his car while officers closed in on him. The suspect’s vehicle was traced to a hotel in Round Rock, TX- just north of Austin. A SWAT team surrounded the hotel while waiting for backup, however during that time the suspect drove away. Officers then followed the suspect, who stopped in a ditch off the side of the highway when SWAT officers closed in on the vehicle. Police detail the suspect detonated a bomb from the inside, causing an officer to be thrown back. ___ Austin police chief Brian Manley revealed the suspect to be a 24-year-old male, Mark Anthony Conditt. Manley said that several leads brought them to the suspect, including a surveillance video. However he reminded, “we still need to remain vigilant. We do not know where he has been in the past 24 hours. We do not understand what motivated him to do what he did.” Law enforcements are still unsure if the suspect acted alone, or if he had accomplices. They are also unsure if he left other explosives that have not yet detonated. ___ The suspect is said to be responsible for at least six bombs that killed two people and wounded five. Four bombs detonated in various locations in Austin, another in a FedEx distribution center in Schertz, TX, a 6th found, unexploded, in a FedEx near Austin’s airport. ___ Photo: Eric Gay-Associated Press

The suspect from the Austin bombings died early this morning by blowing himself up in his car while officers closed in on him. The suspect’s...

Being Alone, Ass, and Bad: I'm a 21 year-old male. I was out running my 2 miles. Headphones in, music playing, minding my own business. I round the corner at about the halfway point of the run and I see this big black duck looking at me. As I get closer, think to myself, "Man, that's a brave duck, why isn't he running away?" I keep running and realize the duck not only isn't afraid of me or running away, he's running right at me. So I stop and squat down, thinking maybe he was hurt and needed help or something. This bitch ass giant fucking black duck takes a huge bite out of my leg. Like, not playing, drew blood kinda bite I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck?" So I'm like, maybe he's just an asshole and I keep running think he will leave me alone. I start running again and the faster Irun, the faster he chases me. I start sprinting and he is literally flying behind me attacking me. I'm thinking, "Ive got enough fucking problems in my life as it is man, I dont need this shit so I stop running again kinda like in disbelief trying to figure out what to do. In all my years of being a person, Ive never trained for this This little punk ass duck is chomping on my ankles and it's actually really hurting. He starts grabbing my shoelaces and untying them as I'm trying to run backwards away from him. Weve covered a quarter mile at this point. I try picking him up and throwing him back away from me every time he lunges for blood. I'm thinking, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this if I have to go to the doctor for a duck attack? I'm a grown ass man. This isbullshit." I try running again and he keeps flying after me. I'm at a loss. I dont know what to do at this point. I'm manage to get my phone and start texting my girlfriend, asking her what to do. Am I really gonna have to kill this duck to get away? Like, I don't want to, but I might have to actually fucking kick this duck or grab it by the neck? Seriously?" We have covered 3/4 of a mile at this point. He bites me again and I drop my phone. I pick it up quickly. Who do I call? I've got fucking scars and cuts all over me. While I'm debating whether stand-your-ground laws apply to ducks, I hear a noise; Someone else was outside walking on an adjacent street and came to see what all of the commotion was This was a big mistake. The duck smelled blood, and gave up attacking me to chase after my savior. I saw my window and booked it home running the last half mile in 2:50 flat. I feel kinda bad, that duck has probably killed that dude by now. The last saw of him was the look I took over my shoulder running away as he made the same mistake I did, looking down to see if the duck was hurt worth the read
Being Alone, Ass, and Bad: I'm a 21 year-old male. I was out running my 2 miles. Headphones in, music playing, minding my own
 business. I round the corner at about the halfway point of the run and I see this big black duck looking at
 me. As I get closer, think to myself, "Man, that's a brave duck, why isn't he running away?" I keep running
 and realize the duck not only isn't afraid of me or running away, he's running right at me. So I stop and
 squat down, thinking maybe he was hurt and needed help or something. This bitch ass giant fucking black
 duck takes a huge bite out of my leg. Like, not playing, drew blood kinda bite
 I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck?" So I'm like, maybe he's just an asshole and I keep running think he
 will leave me alone. I start running again and the faster Irun, the faster he chases me. I start sprinting and
 he is literally flying behind me attacking me. I'm thinking, "Ive got enough fucking problems in my life as it is
 man, I dont need this shit so I stop running again kinda like in disbelief trying to figure out what to do. In all
 my years of being a person, Ive never trained for this
 This little punk ass duck is chomping on my ankles and it's actually really hurting. He starts grabbing my
 shoelaces and untying them as I'm trying to run backwards away from him. Weve covered a quarter mile at
 this point. I try picking him up and throwing him back away from me every time he lunges for blood. I'm
 thinking, "How the fuck am I gonna explain this if I have to go to the doctor for a duck attack? I'm a grown
 ass man. This isbullshit."
 I try running again and he keeps flying after me. I'm at a loss. I dont know what to do at this point. I'm
 manage to get my phone and start texting my girlfriend, asking her what to do. Am I really gonna have to
 kill this duck to get away? Like, I don't want to, but I might have to actually fucking kick this duck or grab it
 by the neck? Seriously?" We have covered 3/4 of a mile at this point. He bites me again and I drop my
 phone. I pick it up quickly. Who do I call? I've got fucking scars and cuts all over me. While I'm debating
 whether stand-your-ground laws apply to ducks, I hear a noise; Someone else was outside walking on an
 adjacent street and came to see what all of the commotion was
 This was a big mistake. The duck smelled blood, and gave up attacking me to chase after my savior. I saw
 my window and booked it home running the last half mile in 2:50 flat. I feel kinda bad, that duck has
 probably killed that dude by now. The last saw of him was the look I took over my shoulder running away
 as he made the same mistake I did, looking down to see if the duck was hurt
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worth the read

Community, Finance, and Fresh: Did You know the Most Powerful Woman on Wall Street is a Trillion Dollar Black woman? Her name is Suzanne Shank "The usual average employee of WallStreet has a very straightforward look; white, 25-50 year old male in a well-tailored quality expensive black or grey suit, a trophy wife, spoiled kids in the best schools a dog that lives better than most humans and on and on. Suzanne Shank is the exception to that rule. This 52 year old gorgeous black woman is a breath of fresh air among a sea of uniformity. In 2014, she became the first black woman to head a publicly traded financial services institution when she was promoted to CEO of investment bank Siebert Financial Corporation. But wait…there’s more. Suzanne is also the CEO of Siebert Brandford Shank & Co., which has specialized in municipal underwriting and financial advisory services to the tune of $12. trillion over the past 19 years. She manages to split her time between running both of these highly successful businesses, all while managing to look FLAWLESS. As can be expected, her resume is nothing but brag worthy, with an MBA in Finance from the prestigious University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School of Business and a Bachelor’s degree in civil engineering from Georgia Institute of Technology (that basically means she can run billion dollar companies AND design highways and bridges). In addition to racking up all these accomplishments and handling what must be the busiest of schedules, Suzanne finds time to give back to the community, mentoring inner city youth across the country on financial literacy and overcoming the obstacles to success that many of them will soon face while on their career paths." SuzanneShank Blackexcellence theblaquelioness
Community, Finance, and Fresh: Did You know
 the Most Powerful Woman on Wall Street
 is a Trillion Dollar Black woman?
 Her name is Suzanne Shank
"The usual average employee of WallStreet has a very straightforward look; white, 25-50 year old male in a well-tailored quality expensive black or grey suit, a trophy wife, spoiled kids in the best schools a dog that lives better than most humans and on and on. Suzanne Shank is the exception to that rule. This 52 year old gorgeous black woman is a breath of fresh air among a sea of uniformity. In 2014, she became the first black woman to head a publicly traded financial services institution when she was promoted to CEO of investment bank Siebert Financial Corporation. But wait…there’s more. Suzanne is also the CEO of Siebert Brandford Shank & Co., which has specialized in municipal underwriting and financial advisory services to the tune of $12. trillion over the past 19 years. She manages to split her time between running both of these highly successful businesses, all while managing to look FLAWLESS. As can be expected, her resume is nothing but brag worthy, with an MBA in Finance from the prestigious University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School of Business and a Bachelor’s degree in civil engineering from Georgia Institute of Technology (that basically means she can run billion dollar companies AND design highways and bridges). In addition to racking up all these accomplishments and handling what must be the busiest of schedules, Suzanne finds time to give back to the community, mentoring inner city youth across the country on financial literacy and overcoming the obstacles to success that many of them will soon face while on their career paths." SuzanneShank Blackexcellence theblaquelioness

"The usual average employee of WallStreet has a very straightforward look; white, 25-50 year old male in a well-tailored quality expensive b...

Beer, Bless Up, and Bruh: Looks like you made a friend lil guy! @Drsmashlove Say Bruh shout to the pretty lil Irish girl on the stairmaster next to me right now sweating like a pregnant woman at a buffet on a hot summer night - homegirl ain't dumping no buckets of normal sweat Bruh this girl right here dumping an ENTIRE keg of beer out of her sweat glands - like...baby girl - real talk - I got one question - how many beers did u drink last night? Like six? Or sixteen? Because u got the face of a noble Irish lass from the countryside of Dublin whose father, William FitzWilliam of Williamsburg, owns a modest potato farm. Like real talk I fucks with your pretty blue eyes, petite stature and determined glare, climbing these steps like u trying to erase the memory of downing enuf beers to make four college linebackers drunk but how u let your sweat glands on a Saturday morning smell like a German Brewhaus? U all of 108 pounds but u sweating like a 54 year old male from Bavaria named Hans who got grey hair on his knuckles, and coming out of his ears 👂. Now look baby girl u gonna hit that shower and scrub up with some of that Tom's of Maine Relaxing Lavender soap and u gon hit the reset button on this entire episode but I know the truth, cute south side Irish girl: and that truth is that u could win a beer drinking contest against any two (2) men in this city. Go head Colleen. I ain't mad at u. Matter fact Colleen let's have chirren. Let's develop a super breed of mixed humans that's athletic, attractive, and have a total resistance to alcoholic beverages. I feel like this would be an asset in an apocalypse when zombies are taking over, like the kids could drink an entire gallon of Jameson to cleanse the zombie virus and still be ok. Tipsy, but ok 👶. Let's do this Colleen. Marriage on a grass covered cliff in your home country. There will be beer there. Lots 😍. Bless up! 🇮🇪 😂😂😂
Beer, Bless Up, and Bruh: Looks like you made a friend lil guy!
 @Drsmashlove
Say Bruh shout to the pretty lil Irish girl on the stairmaster next to me right now sweating like a pregnant woman at a buffet on a hot summer night - homegirl ain't dumping no buckets of normal sweat Bruh this girl right here dumping an ENTIRE keg of beer out of her sweat glands - like...baby girl - real talk - I got one question - how many beers did u drink last night? Like six? Or sixteen? Because u got the face of a noble Irish lass from the countryside of Dublin whose father, William FitzWilliam of Williamsburg, owns a modest potato farm. Like real talk I fucks with your pretty blue eyes, petite stature and determined glare, climbing these steps like u trying to erase the memory of downing enuf beers to make four college linebackers drunk but how u let your sweat glands on a Saturday morning smell like a German Brewhaus? U all of 108 pounds but u sweating like a 54 year old male from Bavaria named Hans who got grey hair on his knuckles, and coming out of his ears 👂. Now look baby girl u gonna hit that shower and scrub up with some of that Tom's of Maine Relaxing Lavender soap and u gon hit the reset button on this entire episode but I know the truth, cute south side Irish girl: and that truth is that u could win a beer drinking contest against any two (2) men in this city. Go head Colleen. I ain't mad at u. Matter fact Colleen let's have chirren. Let's develop a super breed of mixed humans that's athletic, attractive, and have a total resistance to alcoholic beverages. I feel like this would be an asset in an apocalypse when zombies are taking over, like the kids could drink an entire gallon of Jameson to cleanse the zombie virus and still be ok. Tipsy, but ok 👶. Let's do this Colleen. Marriage on a grass covered cliff in your home country. There will be beer there. Lots 😍. Bless up! 🇮🇪 😂😂😂

Say Bruh shout to the pretty lil Irish girl on the stairmaster next to me right now sweating like a pregnant woman at a buffet on a hot summ...