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How to Pronounce First, I love learning about different industries and commodities, how they developed over time, often over millennia, shaping world markets and modern political economies (e.g. cotton, gold, salt, cod, petroleum). “The Fish” provides a fascinating introduction to the world of bananas, a fruit that every American today knows and most of whom love on their breakfast cereal or as a mid-day, nutritious snack. Only, as I learned, bananas aren’t actually a fruit and little more than a century ago they were far from common, but rather quite exotic, a true luxury, displayed at the 1876 Centennial Exposition to crowds of gawking onlookers as if it came from another planet. Indeed, according to the author, a banana in 1900 was as unusual to the average American as an African cucumber is today. There’s a lot about the very familiar banana that I never knew. For instance, Cohen explains that the banana tree is actually the world’s largest herb, and thus its offspring, the banana, are technically berries. Even more fascinating, bananas grow from rhizomes, not seeds. In other words, cut appendages continue to grow, replicating the original. As Cohen describes it: “When you look at a banana, you’re looking at every banana, an infinite regression. There are no mutts, only the first fruit of a particular species and billions of copies. Every banana is a clone, in other words, a replica of an ur-banana that weighed on its stalk the first morning of man.” Believe it or not, the story of the banana gets even crazier. If you’ve ever wondered why old black-and-white films joked about slipping on a banana peel even though the banana peel that you’ve long known doesn’t feel particularly slippery, that’s because we have completely different bananas today. In the early nineteenth century, Americans were introduced to the “Big Mike,” a variety of banana that went extinct in 1965. It was bigger, tastier and more robust than the bananas we have today, according to Cohen, and their peels were far more slippery. The bananas we eat today are known as “Cavendish,” their primary benefit being immunity to the Panama disease that wiped out the Big Mike. Again, because bananas are all exact genetic copies, they are highly susceptible to rapid eradication from disease. Second, I’m a sucker for a great rags-to-riches story. The tale of Samuel Zemurray delivers that in spades. He arrived in America in 1891, a penniless Jew from what today is Moldova, and settled in the Deep South. (It may surprise many Americans but the South was far more hospitable to Jews for most our history. For instance, Jefferson Davis had two Jews in his Cabinet; Lincoln had none.) While still in his teens Zemurray recognized a business opportunity where other only saw trash: the ripe bananas that Boston Fruit discarded along the rail line in Mobile, Alabama before shipping off to Chicago and other northern metropolitan destinations. Zemurray was a natural entrepreneur; he had no particular affinity for bananas, it was just the opportunity at hand. “If he had settled in Chicago,” Cohen writes, “it would have been beef; if Pittsburgh, steel; if L.A., movies.” Zemurray quickly turned one man’s trash into cash, renting a boxcar to carry the castoff bananas along the slow rail route through the South, selling his cargo to local merchants at each Podunk rail stop until either his inventory ran out or spoiled. From such humble beginnings did a great international trading company eventually take root, Cuyamel Fruit, named after the river separating Honduras and Guatemala, the heartland of banana growing. By 1925, Cuyamel Fruit Company, the creation of an upstart Jewish immigrant banana jobber, had emerged as a serious threat to United Fruit, the undisputed king of the industry, a company that was led by Boston’s best, the sons of Brahmins. The threat was not because of Cuyamel’s size. In most ways United Fruit still dominated its aggressive rival (i.e. United Fruit was harvesting 40 million bunches a year with 150,000 employees and working capital of $27m, compared to Cuyamel’s 8 million bunches, 10,000 employees and $3m in working capital). The threat was that Cuyamel was a better run business and more innovative, leading the way with selective pruning, drainage, silting, staking and overhead irrigation. “U.F. was a conglomerate, a collection of firms bought up and slapped together,” Cohen writes. Cuyamel, by contrast, was a well-oiled machine, vertically integrated and led from the front by Zemurray, the ultimate owner-manager-worker. Cuyamel’s success was certainly no accident. It was the product of hard work, an obsessed owner-operator who understood his business at a visceral level, a skill earned over decades of hard, unglamorous work. Zemurray adhered to his own, classically American immigrant code of conduct: “get up first, work harder, get your hands in the dirt and the blood in your eyes.” Cohen describes his commitment and ultimate advantage this way: “Zemurray worked in the fields beside his engineers, planters, and machete men. He was deep in the muck, sweat covered, swinging a blade. He helped map the plantations, plant the rhizomes, clear the weeds, lay the track…unlike most of his competitors, he understood every part of the business, from the executive suite where the stock was manipulated to the ripening room where the green fruit turned yellow…By the time he was forty, he had served in every position from fruit jobber to boss. He worked on the docks, on the ships and railroads, in the fields and warehouses. He had ridden the mules. He had managed the fruit and money, the mercenaries and government men. He understood the meaning of every change in the weather, the significance of every date on the calendar.” Indeed, dedicated immigrants like Sam Zemurray have made America great. There’s nothing wrong with doing grunt work. In fact, it’s essential. United Fruit bought out Cuyamel in the early days of the stock market crash of 1929, when the former had a market share of 54% to the latter’s 14%. United Fruit’s profit was some $45m and its stock price $108. By 1932, profit was down to $6m and the stock languished at $10.25. “The company was caught in a death spiral,” according to Cohen. By January 1933, Zemurray used his massive stake and proxy votes to take over the company, claiming “I realized that the greatest mistake the United Fruit management had made was to assume it could run its activities in many tropical countries from an office on the 10th floor of a Boston office building.” The immigrant with dirt under his nails and a rumbled jacket knew the business better than the Ivy Leaguers with manicures and pinstriped suits. Indeed, the fish (Cuyamel Fruit) was swallowing the whale (United Fruit). Zemurray would run the company until 1951, arguably the most successful years of its history. In 1950, the company cleared $66m in profit. By 1960, profits would fall to just $2m. United Fruit collapsed, eventually restructuring and reinventing itself as Chiquita Brands, based in Cincinnati. When Zemurray started in the industry at the turn of the century, bananas were curiosities, a sidebar trade, something for the rich. By the time he retired, bananas were part of the daily American fabric, the interests of the industry consistent with that of political leadership in Washington. Indeed, some of the most illustrious and powerful men in government had close connections to United Fruit during the Zemurray era: CIA director Allen Dulles (member of the board of directors), secretary of state John Foster Dulles (U.F. legal counsel at Sullivan & Cromwell), New Deal fixer Tom Corcoran (paid lobbyist), UN Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge (large shareholder), among others. By the 1950s, Cohen writes, “it was hard to tell where the government ended and the company began.” At its height, Cohen says, United Fruit was “as ubiquitous as Google and as feared as Halliburton.” For anyone interested in business history, American politics in Central America or the development of the global fruit industry, “The Fish that Ate the Whale” is a book to own and savor. Read less

How to Pronounce Howdy, I thank you; Mr. Sanjeev and senior members of this family and I deliver my profound reverence to people who introduced me with this wonderful family. These are great moments for speaking and shearing my recent experience as an actual proof of my faith and practice. Because of this, Inner transformation rewired my monkey mind to say goodbye to lovely habit of cigarette smoking. Imoking even after serious Road Accident in 2003. I got brain hemorrhage that put me on sleep in deep coma on ventilator for 28 days. It was miracle in my life how I was saved! I am thankful to God! I came out and I found that my mind and my body were in bad shape. I joined meditation camp. Thank God! hereafter, I spent several months on doing meditation and treatment by naturopathy did not work out for quitting that lovely habit. During last few years, I came in contact with followers of Buddhism of Nichiren Daishonin. I learnt Daimoku and chanted for few days. Lemme tell you that was great experience, indeed, but I stopped doing in between and went along with usual flow of life. I was into a comfort zone where I never pushed myself too hard. Then, within these last 5 years even more, my life crumbled. Financial & Health problems and my contact with successful world where I worked hard for life time was fading away. My valuable contacts were slipping from the chambers in my long-preserved treasures. My life took a strange turn. Doctors, warned me of smoking and asked me to go Cold Turkey, But, Smoking, my second half was walking along everywhere. In beginning of 2019, I again started practicing Nichiren Buddhism with faith and dedication. I started doing Daimoku of faith. Good fortune began rolling in me gradually moving in me by me. Its rhythm and vibrations began correcting me from inside by rewiring my monkey mind. Book, making the Impossible Possible was a game changer for breaking my comfort zone and my dependence on smoking. My realization took positive turn as New Human Revolution ignited within me. The question was repeated million times: Am I willing to change? Am I willing to struggle patiently towards goal? I got all my answers while studying Buddhism. Since, stand-alone spirit is moving eternally during these lockdown days. One day, I won, Yes, I won in May 2020! Surprisingly, cravings never overpowered me after saying good bye to smoking. Today I am determined to fight for kosen rufu and more active in Gakkai activities. -- Anupam Sharma ˈhaʊdi, aɪ θæŋk ju, ˈmɪstər. Sanjeev ænd ˈsinjər ˈmɛmbərz ʌv ðɪs ˈdɪstrɪkt ænd ˈɔlsoʊ ˈspɛʃəl ˈrɛvərəns tu ˈpipəl hu ˌɪntrəˈdust mi. ðiz ɑr greɪt ˈmoʊmənts fɔr ˈspikɪŋ ænd ˈʃɪrɪŋ maɪ ˈrisənt ɪkˈspɪriəns æz ən ˈækʧuəl pruf ʌv maɪ feɪθ ænd ˈpræktəs. bɪˈkɔz ʌv ðɪs, ˈɪnər ˌtrænsfərˈmeɪʃən riˈwaɪərd maɪ ˈmʌŋki maɪnd tu seɪ gʊd ˈbaɪɪn tu ˈlʌvli ˈhæbət ʌv ˌsiɡəˈret ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. aɪ kænt ˌrɛkəˈlɛkt ɪgˈzæktli wɛn aɪ ˈstɑrtəd ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. ɔl, aɪ kæn rɪˈmɛmbər ðæt aɪ ˈstɑrtəd ˈsoʊʃəli ɪn ðə ˈkʌmpəni ʌv fju frɛndz ɪn maɪ rɑk bænd ˈdʊrɪŋ ˈkɑlɪʤ deɪz. ɪt dɪˈvɛləpt ɪn tu ˈhæbət ɔr pɑrt ʌv ˈdeɪli laɪf. ˈnɪkəˌtin ˈfluəd was riˈspɑnsəbəl fɔr 90% ˈsoʊʃəl, ˈpɜrsɪnɪl ænd ˈbɪznəs ˈfeɪljər. aɪ traɪd ˈkwɪtɪŋ ɪt baɪ ˈsɛlfˈkɑnfədəns ænd baɪ ˈdɪfərənt minz, bʌt aɪ feɪld tu du soʊ. rɪˈmeɪnd ɛnˈsleɪvd fɔr jɪrz ænd jɪrz tɪl pæst fju mʌnθs. aɪ nu ˌsɪgəˈrɛt ɪz ə ˈpɔɪzən bʌt aɪ wʌz ˈhɛlpləs. ɪts ˈbjutəfəl tu rɪˈmɛmbər ðoʊz ˈsmoʊki ænd ˈæsəd rɑk deɪz naʊ. wɛl, lɑt ˈmɛni θɪŋz ˈhæpənd ˈdʊrɪŋ ðoʊz jɪrz ʌv tɛsts ænd ˈtraɪəlz. aɪ kʊd nɑt liv ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ˈivɪn ˈæftər ˈsɪriəs roʊd ˈæksədənt ɪn 2003. aɪ gɑt breɪn ˈhɛmərɪʤ ðæt pʊt mi ɑn slip ɪn dip ˈkoʊmə ɑn ˈvɛntəˌleɪtər fɔr 28 deɪz. ɪt wʌz ˈmɪrəkəl ɪn maɪ laɪf haʊ aɪ wʌz seɪvd! θæŋk gɑd! ðɛˈræftər, aɪ spɛnt ˈsɛvrəl mʌnθs ɑn ˈduɪŋ ˌmɛdəˈteɪʃən ænd ˈtritmənt baɪ naturopathy dɪd nɑt wɜrk aʊt fɔr ˈkwɪtɪŋ ðæt ˈlʌvli ˈhæbət. ˈdʊrɪŋ læst fju jɪrz, aɪ keɪm ɪn ˈkɑnˌtækt wɪð ˈfɑloʊərz ʌv ˈbudɪzəm ʌv Nichiren Daishonin. aɪ lɜrnt Daimoku ænd ˈʧæntɪd fɔr fju deɪz. ˈlɛmə tɛl ju ðæt wʌz greɪt ɪkˈspɪriəns, ɪnˈdid, bʌt aɪ stɑpt ˈduɪŋ ɪn bɪˈtwin ænd wɛnt əˈlɔŋ wɪð ˈjuʒəwəl floʊ ʌv laɪf. aɪ wʌz ˈɪntu ə ˈkʌmfərt zoʊn wɛr aɪ ˈnɛvər pʊʃ t ˌmaɪˈsɛlf tu hɑrd. ðɛn, wɪˈðɪn ðiz læst 5 jɪrz ˈivɪn mɔr, maɪ laɪf ˈkrʌmbəld. fəˈnænʃəl & hɛlθ ˈprɑbləmz ænd maɪ ˈkɑnˌtækt wɪð səkˈsɛsfəl wɜrld wɛr aɪ wɜrkt hɑrd fɔr laɪf taɪm wʌz ˈfeɪdɪŋ əˈweɪ. maɪ ˈvæljəbəl ˈkɑnˌtækts wɜr ˈslɪpɪŋ frʌm ðə ˈʧeɪmbərz ɪn maɪ lɔŋ-prəˈzɜrvd ˈtrɛʒərz maɪ laɪf tʊk ə streɪnʤ tɜrn. ˈdɑktərz, wɔrnd mi ʌv ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ænd æskt mi tu goʊ koʊld ˈtɜrki, bʌt, ˈsmoʊkɪŋ, maɪ ˈsɛkənd hæf wʌz ˈwɔkɪŋ əˈlɔŋ ˈɛvriˌwɛr. ɪn bɪˈgɪnɪŋ ʌv 2019, aɪ əˈgɛn ˈstɑrtəd ˈpræktəsɪŋ Nichiren ˈbudɪzəm wɪð feɪθ ænd ˌdɛdəˈkeɪʃən. aɪ ˈstɑrtəd ˈduɪŋ Daimoku ʌv feɪθ. gʊd ˈfɔrʧən bɪˈgæn ˈroʊlɪŋ ɪn mi ˈgræʤuəli ˈmuvɪŋ ɪn mi baɪ mi. ɪts ˈrɪðəm ænd vaɪˈbreɪʃənz bɪˈgæn kəˈrɛktɪŋ mi frʌm ɪnˈsaɪd. Hope you rememberˈmeɪkɪŋ ði ɪmˈpɑsəbəl ˈpɑsəbəl wʌz ə geɪm ˈʧeɪnʤər fɔr ˈbreɪkɪŋ maɪ ˈkʌmfərt zoʊn ænd maɪ dɪˈpɛndəns ɑn ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. maɪ ˈriləˈzeɪʃən tʊk ˈpɑzətɪv tɜrn æz nu ˈhjumən ˌrɛvəˈluʃən ɪgˈnaɪtɪd wɪˈðɪn mi. ðə ˈkwɛsʧən wʌz rɪˈpitɪd ˈmɪljən taɪmz: æm aɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu ʧeɪnʤ? æm aɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu ˈstrʌgəl ˈpeɪʃəntli təˈwɔrdz goʊl? aɪ gɑt ɔl maɪ ˈænsərz waɪl ˈstʌdiɪŋ ˈbudɪzəm. sɪns, stænd əˈloʊn ˈspɪrət ɪz ˈmuvɪŋ ɪˈtɜrnəli ˈdʊrɪŋ ðiz ˈlɑkˌdaʊn deɪz. wʌn deɪ, aɪ wʌn, jɛs, aɪ wʌn ɪn meɪ 2020! sərˈpraɪzɪŋli, ˈkreɪvɪŋz ˈnɛvər ˌoʊvərˈpaʊərd mi ˈæftər ˈseɪɪŋ gʊd baɪ tu ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. təˈdeɪ aɪ æm dɪˈtɜrmənd tu faɪt fɔr kosen rufu ænd mɔr ˈæktɪv ɪn Soka Gakkai International ækˈtɪvətiz. Thank you again for your time listening me -- Anupam ˈʃɑrmə | ˈhaʊdi | θæŋk ju fə ˈɡɪvɪŋ miː fjuː ˈməʊmənts tu spiːk ənd ˈʃeər maɪ ˈriːsnt ɪkˈspɪərɪəns əz ən ˈæktʃuəl pruːf əv maɪ ˈfeɪθ ənd ˈpræktɪs | ˈɪnə ˌtrænsfəˈmeɪʃn̩ ˌriːˈwaɪəd maɪ ˈmaɪnd tu kwɪt ˌbæd ˈhæbɪt əv ˌsɪgəˈret ˈsməʊkɪŋ | ˈaɪ kɑːnt ˈrɪəli | ˌrekəˈlekt wen ˈaɪ ˈstɑːtɪd ˈsməʊkɪŋ | ɔːl | ˈaɪ kən rɪˈmembə ðæt ˈaɪ ˈstɑːtɪd ˈsəʊʃəli ɪn ðə ˈkʌmpəni əv fjuː frendz ɪn maɪ ˈrɒk bænd ˈdjʊərɪŋ ˈkɒlɪdʒ ˈdeɪz | ˈɪt dɪˈveləpt ɪn tu ˈhæbɪt ɔː pɑ:t əv ˈdeɪli laɪf | ðɪs ˈnɪkətiːn ˈfluːɪd z rɪˈspɒnsəbl̩ fə ˌmeni ˈsəʊʃl̩ | ˈpɜːsənl̩ ənd ˈbɪznəs ˈfeɪljə | aʊt əv wɪtʃ helθ wəz ðə ˈmeɪdʒə kənˈsɜːn tu kaʊnt fɔː | ˈaɪ ˈtraɪd ˈkwɪtɪŋ ˈɪt ˈbaɪ self ˈkɒnfɪdəns ənd ˈbaɪ ˈdɪfrənt miːnz | bət ˈaɪ feɪld tu du: ˈsəʊ | rɪˈmeɪnd ɪnˈsleɪvd fə ˈjiəz ənd ˈjiəz tɪl pɑːst fjuː mʌnθs | ˈaɪ njuː ˌsɪgəˈret s ə ˌpoɪzn ənd ˈaɪ wəz ˈhelpləs | ˈvɜːbəli əˈbjuːzɪŋ maɪˈself ˈmɪlɪən ˈtaɪmz ɪz ˈbjuːtəfl̩ tu rɪˈmembə naʊ | wel | lɒt ˌmeni ˈθɪŋz ˈhæpənd ˈdjʊərɪŋ ðəʊz ˈjiəz əv tests ənd ˈtraɪəlz | ˈaɪ kəd nɒt ˈli:v ˈsməʊkɪŋ ˌi:vn ˈɑːftə ˈsɪərɪəs rəʊd ˈæksɪdənt ɪn ˌtu: ˈθaʊzn̩d θriː | ˈaɪ ˈɡɒt ˈbreɪn ˈhemərɪdʒ ðæt ˈpʊt miː ˈɒn sliːp ɪn ˈdi:p ˈkəʊmə fə ˈtwenti naɪn ˈdeɪz | ðæt ˈmeɪd miː tu bi ˈɒn ˈventɪleɪtə fə ˈtwenti eɪt ˈdeɪz | ˈaɪ wəz seɪvd | ˈsevrəl mʌnθs ˈɒn ˈduːɪŋ ˈsaɪlənt ˌmedɪˈteɪʃn̩ ənd ˈtriːtmənt ˈbaɪ naturopathy dɪd nɒt ˈwɜ:k aʊt fə ˈkwɪtɪŋ ðæt ˈlʌvli ˈhæbɪt | ˈdjʊərɪŋ lɑːst fjuː ˈjiəz ˈaɪ ˈkeɪm ɪn ˈkɒntækt wɪð ˈfɒləʊəz əv ˈbʊdɪzəm əv nichiren daishonin | ˈaɪ lɜːnt daimoku ənd ˈtʃɑːntɪd fə fjuː ˈdeɪz | ˈlemə tel ju ðæt wəz ˌgreɪt ɪkˈspɪərɪəns | ɪnˈdiːd | bət ˈaɪ stɒpt ˈduːɪŋ ɪn bɪˈtwiːn ənd ˈwent əˈlɒŋ wɪð ˈjuːʒʊəl fləʊ əv laɪf | cirgette ˈsməʊkɪŋ wəz ˈwɔːkɪŋ wɪð miː laɪk ən ˌsekənd hɑːf | ˈaɪ wəz ˈɪntə ə ˈkʌmfət zəʊn weər ˈaɪ ˈnevə pʊʃt maɪˈself tuː hɑːd | ðen | wɪðˈɪn ðiːz lɑːst faɪv ˈjiəz ˌi:vn mɔː | maɪ ˈlaɪf ˈkrʌmbl̩d | faɪˈnænʃl̩ ənd helθ ˈprɒbləmz ənd maɪ ˈkɒntækt wɪð səkˈsesfəl ˈwɜ:ld weər ˈaɪ ˈwɜːkt hɑ:d fə ˈlaɪf ˈtaɪm wəz ˈfeɪdɪŋ əˈweɪ | maɪ ˈvæljʊəbl̩ ˈkɒntækts wə ˈslɪpɪŋ frəm ðə ˈtʃeɪmbəz ɪn maɪ long-preserved ˈtreʒəz | maɪ ˈlaɪf ˈtʊk ə streɪndʒ tɜːn | ˈdɒktəz | wɔːnd miː əv ˈsməʊkɪŋ ənd ˈɑːskt miː tu ˈɡəʊ kəʊld ˈtɜːki | bʌt | ˈsməʊkɪŋ | maɪ ˌsekənd hɑːf wəz ˈwɔːkɪŋ əˈlɒŋ ˈevrɪweə | ɪn bɪˈɡɪnɪŋ əv ˌtu: ˈθaʊzn̩d ˌnaɪnˈtiːn | ˈaɪ əˈɡen ˈstɑːtɪd ˈprækˌtɪsɪŋ nichiren ˈbʊdɪzəm wɪð ˈfeɪθ ənd ˌdedɪˈkeɪʃn̩ | ˈaɪ ˈstɑːtɪd ˈduːɪŋ daimoku əv feɪθ | gʊd ˈfɔːtʃuːn bɪˈɡæn rəʊlɪŋ ɪn miː ˈɡrædʒʊəli ˈmuːvɪŋ ɪn miː ˈbaɪ miː | ɪts ˈrɪðəm ənd vaɪˈbreɪʃn̩z bɪˈɡæn kəˈrektɪŋ miː frəm ɪnˈsaɪd ˈbaɪ ˌriːˈwaɪərɪŋ maɪ ˈmʌŋki maɪnd | bʊk | ˈmeɪkɪŋ ði ɪmˈpɒsəbl̩ ˈpɒsəbl̩ wəz ə ˈgeɪm ˈtʃeɪndʒə fə ˈbreɪkɪŋ maɪ ˈkʌmfət zəʊn ənd maɪ dɪˈpendəns ˈɒn ˈsməʊkɪŋ | maɪ ˌrɪəlaɪˈzeɪʃn̩ ˈtʊk ˈpɒzətɪv ˈtɜ:n əz ˈnju: ˈhjuːmən ˌrevəˈluːʃn̩ ɪɡˈnaɪtɪd wɪðˈɪn miː | ðə ˈkwestʃən wəz rɪˈpiːtɪd ˈmɪlɪən ˈtaɪmz | əm ˈaɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu tʃeɪndʒ | əm ˈaɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu ˈstrʌɡl̩ ˈpeɪʃntli təˈwɔːdz ɡəʊl | ˈaɪ ˈɡɒt ɔ:l maɪ ˈɑːnsəz waɪl ˈstʌdɪɪŋ ˈbʊdɪzəm | sɪns | stand-alone ˈspɪrɪt s ˈmuːvɪŋ ɪˈtɜːnəli ˈdjʊərɪŋ ðiːz ˈlɑːkˌdaʊn ˈdeɪz | wʌn ˈdeɪ | ˈaɪ wʌn | jes | ˈaɪ wɒn ɪn meɪ ˌtu: ˈθaʊzn̩d ˈtwenti | səˈpraɪzɪŋli | ˈkreɪvɪŋz ˈnevər ˌəʊvəˈpaʊəd miː ˈɑːftə ˈseɪɪŋ gʊd ˈbaɪ tu ˈsməʊkɪŋ | təˈdeɪ ˈaɪ əm dɪˈtɜːmɪn tuː | Howdy, Thank yawl fahwar givin' may few moments tuh spake an share mah recent experience as an actual proof uh mah faith an practice. Inner transformation rewired mah mind tuh kewyut bayud habit uh cigarette smokin'. Ah can’t rilly, recollect wheyun Ah started smokin'. All, Ah can remember thet Ah started socially in thuh company uh few friends in mah rock band durin' college days. It developed in tuh habit or part uh daily lahf. Thus nicotine fluid iz responsible fahwar many social, personal an business failure, out uh which health wuz thuh major concern tuh count fahwar. Ah tried kewyuttin' it by self-confidence an by difernt means, but Ah failed tuh do so. remained enslaved fahwar years an years till past few months. Ah knew Cigarette izza poison an Ah wuz helpless. Verbawly abusin' mahsef million tahms iz butiful tuh remember now. Wayul, Lot many thangs happened durin' them years uh tests an trials. Ah could not leave smokin' evun after serious Road Accident) in 2003. Ah got brain hemorrhage thet put may on sleep in deep coma fahwar 29 days. thet made may tuh bay on ventilator fahwar 28 days. Ah wuz saved! Several months on doin' silent meditation an treatment by naturopathy didunt work out fahwar kewyuttin' thet luvly habit. Durin' last few years Ah came in contact with fallerers uh Buddhism uh Nichiren Daishonin. Ah learnt Daimoku an chanted fahwar few days. Lemme tell yawl thet wuz great experience, indeed, but Ah stopped doin' in between an went along with usual flow uh lahf. Cirgette smokin' wuz walkin' with may lahk an sekunt half. Ah wuz into uh comfort zone whayer Ah nevur pushed mahsef too hayud. Then, within these last 5 years evun more, mah lahf crumbled. Financial & Health problems an mah contact with successful warld whayer Ah worked hayud fahwar lahf tahm wuz fadin' awf. Mah valuable contacts wuz slippin' frum thuh chambers in mah long-preserved treasures. Mah lahf took uh strange turn. Doctors, warned may uh smokin' an asked may tuh go Code Turkey, But, Smokin', mah sekunt half wuz walkin' along everywhere. In beginnin' uh 2019, Ah again started practicin' Nichiren Buddhism with faith an dedication. Ah started doin' Daimoku uh faith. Good fortune began rollin' in may gradually movin' in may by may. Its rhythm an vibrations began correctin' may frum n-sod by rewirin' mah monkey mind. Book, makin' thuh Impossible Possible wuz uh game changer fahwar breakin' mah comfort zone an mah dependence on smokin'. Mah reeyulization took positive turn as New Hawh?man Revolution ignited within may. Thuh question wuz repeated million tahms: Am Ah willin' tuh change? Am Ah willin' tuh struggle patiently towards goal? Ah got all mah answers while studyin' Buddhism. Since, stand-alone spirit iz movin' eternally durin' these lockdown days. Wun day, Ah won, Yayus, Ah won in Maey 20520! Surprisingly, cravings nevur overpowered may after sayin' good bye tuh smokin'. Tuhday Ahm determine tuh fite fahwar kosen rufu an more active in Gakkai activities. -- Anupam Sharma Entrepreneurial flair, High energy levels, Team management, Planning, Report Writing , Customer focused https://www.ukessays.com/essays/management/approaches-and-methods-of-training-management-essay.php

How to Pronounce Howdy, I thank you; Mr. Sanjeev and senior members of this family and I deliver my profound reverence to people who introduced me with this wonderful family. These are great moments for speaking and shearing my recent experience as an actual proof of my faith and practice. Because of this, Inner transformation rewired my monkey mind to say goodbye to lovely habit of cigarette smoking. I can’t recollect exactly when I started smoking. All, I can remember that I started socially in the company of few friends in my rock band during college days. It developed in to habit or part of daily life. This nicotine fluid is responsible for 90% social, personal and business failure. I tried quitting it by self-confidence and by different means, but I failed to do so. remained enslaved for years and years till past few months. I knew Cigarette is a poison but I was helpless. It’s beautiful to remember those smokey and acid rock days now. Well, Lot many things happened during those years of tests and trials. I could not leave smoking even after serious Road Accident in 2003. I got brain hemorrhage that put me on sleep in deep coma on ventilator for 28 days. It was miracle in my life how I was saved! I am thankful to God! I came out and I found that my mind and my body were in bad shape. I joined meditation camp. Thank God! hereafter, I spent several months on doing meditation and treatment by naturopathy did not work out for quitting that lovely habit. During last few years, I came in contact with followers of Buddhism of Nichiren Daishonin. I learnt Daimoku and chanted for few days. Lemme tell you that was great experience, indeed, but I stopped doing in between and went along with usual flow of life. I was into a comfort zone where I never pushed myself too hard. Then, within these last 5 years even more, my life crumbled. Financial & Health problems and my contact with successful world where I worked hard for life time was fading away. My valuable contacts were slipping from the chambers in my long-preserved treasures. My life took a strange turn. Doctors, warned me of smoking and asked me to go Cold Turkey, But, Smoking, my second half was walking along everywhere. In beginning of 2019, I again started practicing Nichiren Buddhism with faith and dedication. I started doing Daimoku of faith. Good fortune began rolling in me gradually moving in me by me. Its rhythm and vibrations began correcting me from inside by rewiring my monkey mind. Book, making the Impossible Possible was a game changer for breaking my comfort zone and my dependence on smoking. My realization took positive turn as New Human Revolution ignited within me. The question was repeated million times: Am I willing to change? Am I willing to struggle patiently towards goal? I got all my answers while studying Buddhism. Since, stand-alone spirit is moving eternally during these lockdown days. One day, I won, Yes, I won in May 2020! Surprisingly, cravings never overpowered me after saying good bye to smoking. Today I am determined to fight for kosen rufu and more active in Gakkai activities. -- Anupam Sharma ˈhaʊdi, aɪ θæŋk ju, ˈmɪstər. Sanjeev ænd ˈsinjər ˈmɛmbərz ʌv ðɪs ˈdɪstrɪkt ænd ˈɔlsoʊ ˈspɛʃəl ˈrɛvərəns tu ˈpipəl hu ˌɪntrəˈdust mi. ðiz ɑr greɪt ˈmoʊmənts fɔr ˈspikɪŋ ænd ˈʃɪrɪŋ maɪ ˈrisənt ɪkˈspɪriəns æz ən ˈækʧuəl pruf ʌv maɪ feɪθ ænd ˈpræktəs. bɪˈkɔz ʌv ðɪs, ˈɪnər ˌtrænsfərˈmeɪʃən riˈwaɪərd maɪ ˈmʌŋki maɪnd tu seɪ gʊd ˈbaɪɪn tu ˈlʌvli ˈhæbət ʌv ˌsiɡəˈret ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. aɪ kænt ˌrɛkəˈlɛkt ɪgˈzæktli wɛn aɪ ˈstɑrtəd ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. ɔl, aɪ kæn rɪˈmɛmbər ðæt aɪ ˈstɑrtəd ˈsoʊʃəli ɪn ðə ˈkʌmpəni ʌv fju frɛndz ɪn maɪ rɑk bænd ˈdʊrɪŋ ˈkɑlɪʤ deɪz. ɪt dɪˈvɛləpt ɪn tu ˈhæbət ɔr pɑrt ʌv ˈdeɪli laɪf. ˈnɪkəˌtin ˈfluəd was riˈspɑnsəbəl fɔr 90% ˈsoʊʃəl, ˈpɜrsɪnɪl ænd ˈbɪznəs ˈfeɪljər. aɪ traɪd ˈkwɪtɪŋ ɪt baɪ ˈsɛlfˈkɑnfədəns ænd baɪ ˈdɪfərənt minz, bʌt aɪ feɪld tu du soʊ. rɪˈmeɪnd ɛnˈsleɪvd fɔr jɪrz ænd jɪrz tɪl pæst fju mʌnθs. aɪ nu ˌsɪgəˈrɛt ɪz ə ˈpɔɪzən bʌt aɪ wʌz ˈhɛlpləs. ɪts ˈbjutəfəl tu rɪˈmɛmbər ðoʊz ˈsmoʊki ænd ˈæsəd rɑk deɪz naʊ. wɛl, lɑt ˈmɛni θɪŋz ˈhæpənd ˈdʊrɪŋ ðoʊz jɪrz ʌv tɛsts ænd ˈtraɪəlz. aɪ kʊd nɑt liv ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ˈivɪn ˈæftər ˈsɪriəs roʊd ˈæksədənt ɪn 2003. aɪ gɑt breɪn ˈhɛmərɪʤ ðæt pʊt mi ɑn slip ɪn dip ˈkoʊmə ɑn ˈvɛntəˌleɪtər fɔr 28 deɪz. ɪt wʌz ˈmɪrəkəl ɪn maɪ laɪf haʊ aɪ wʌz seɪvd! θæŋk gɑd! ðɛˈræftər, aɪ spɛnt ˈsɛvrəl mʌnθs ɑn ˈduɪŋ ˌmɛdəˈteɪʃən ænd ˈtritmənt baɪ naturopathy dɪd nɑt wɜrk aʊt fɔr ˈkwɪtɪŋ ðæt ˈlʌvli ˈhæbət. ˈdʊrɪŋ læst fju jɪrz, aɪ keɪm ɪn ˈkɑnˌtækt wɪð ˈfɑloʊərz ʌv ˈbudɪzəm ʌv Nichiren Daishonin. aɪ lɜrnt Daimoku ænd ˈʧæntɪd fɔr fju deɪz. ˈlɛmə tɛl ju ðæt wʌz greɪt ɪkˈspɪriəns, ɪnˈdid, bʌt aɪ stɑpt ˈduɪŋ ɪn bɪˈtwin ænd wɛnt əˈlɔŋ wɪð ˈjuʒəwəl floʊ ʌv laɪf. aɪ wʌz ˈɪntu ə ˈkʌmfərt zoʊn wɛr aɪ ˈnɛvər pʊʃ t ˌmaɪˈsɛlf tu hɑrd. ðɛn, wɪˈðɪn ðiz læst 5 jɪrz ˈivɪn mɔr, maɪ laɪf ˈkrʌmbəld. fəˈnænʃəl & hɛlθ ˈprɑbləmz ænd maɪ ˈkɑnˌtækt wɪð səkˈsɛsfəl wɜrld wɛr aɪ wɜrkt hɑrd fɔr laɪf taɪm wʌz ˈfeɪdɪŋ əˈweɪ. maɪ ˈvæljəbəl ˈkɑnˌtækts wɜr ˈslɪpɪŋ frʌm ðə ˈʧeɪmbərz ɪn maɪ lɔŋ-prəˈzɜrvd ˈtrɛʒərz maɪ laɪf tʊk ə streɪnʤ tɜrn. ˈdɑktərz, wɔrnd mi ʌv ˈsmoʊkɪŋ ænd æskt mi tu goʊ koʊld ˈtɜrki, bʌt, ˈsmoʊkɪŋ, maɪ ˈsɛkənd hæf wʌz ˈwɔkɪŋ əˈlɔŋ ˈɛvriˌwɛr. ɪn bɪˈgɪnɪŋ ʌv 2019, aɪ əˈgɛn ˈstɑrtəd ˈpræktəsɪŋ Nichiren ˈbudɪzəm wɪð feɪθ ænd ˌdɛdəˈkeɪʃən. aɪ ˈstɑrtəd ˈduɪŋ Daimoku ʌv feɪθ. gʊd ˈfɔrʧən bɪˈgæn ˈroʊlɪŋ ɪn mi ˈgræʤuəli ˈmuvɪŋ ɪn mi baɪ mi. ɪts ˈrɪðəm ænd vaɪˈbreɪʃənz bɪˈgæn kəˈrɛktɪŋ mi frʌm ɪnˈsaɪd. Hope you rememberˈmeɪkɪŋ ði ɪmˈpɑsəbəl ˈpɑsəbəl wʌz ə geɪm ˈʧeɪnʤər fɔr ˈbreɪkɪŋ maɪ ˈkʌmfərt zoʊn ænd maɪ dɪˈpɛndəns ɑn ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. maɪ ˈriləˈzeɪʃən tʊk ˈpɑzətɪv tɜrn æz nu ˈhjumən ˌrɛvəˈluʃən ɪgˈnaɪtɪd wɪˈðɪn mi. ðə ˈkwɛsʧən wʌz rɪˈpitɪd ˈmɪljən taɪmz: æm aɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu ʧeɪnʤ? æm aɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu ˈstrʌgəl ˈpeɪʃəntli təˈwɔrdz goʊl? aɪ gɑt ɔl maɪ ˈænsərz waɪl ˈstʌdiɪŋ ˈbudɪzəm. sɪns, stænd əˈloʊn ˈspɪrət ɪz ˈmuvɪŋ ɪˈtɜrnəli ˈdʊrɪŋ ðiz ˈlɑkˌdaʊn deɪz. wʌn deɪ, aɪ wʌn, jɛs, aɪ wʌn ɪn meɪ 2020! sərˈpraɪzɪŋli, ˈkreɪvɪŋz ˈnɛvər ˌoʊvərˈpaʊərd mi ˈæftər ˈseɪɪŋ gʊd baɪ tu ˈsmoʊkɪŋ. təˈdeɪ aɪ æm dɪˈtɜrmənd tu faɪt fɔr kosen rufu ænd mɔr ˈæktɪv ɪn Soka Gakkai International ækˈtɪvətiz. Thank you again for your time listening me -- Anupam ˈʃɑrmə | ˈhaʊdi | θæŋk ju fə ˈɡɪvɪŋ miː fjuː ˈməʊmənts tu spiːk ənd ˈʃeər maɪ ˈriːsnt ɪkˈspɪərɪəns əz ən ˈæktʃuəl pruːf əv maɪ ˈfeɪθ ənd ˈpræktɪs | ˈɪnə ˌtrænsfəˈmeɪʃn̩ ˌriːˈwaɪəd maɪ ˈmaɪnd tu kwɪt ˌbæd ˈhæbɪt əv ˌsɪgəˈret ˈsməʊkɪŋ | ˈaɪ kɑːnt ˈrɪəli | ˌrekəˈlekt wen ˈaɪ ˈstɑːtɪd ˈsməʊkɪŋ | ɔːl | ˈaɪ kən rɪˈmembə ðæt ˈaɪ ˈstɑːtɪd ˈsəʊʃəli ɪn ðə ˈkʌmpəni əv fjuː frendz ɪn maɪ ˈrɒk bænd ˈdjʊərɪŋ ˈkɒlɪdʒ ˈdeɪz | ˈɪt dɪˈveləpt ɪn tu ˈhæbɪt ɔː pɑ:t əv ˈdeɪli laɪf | ðɪs ˈnɪkətiːn ˈfluːɪd z rɪˈspɒnsəbl̩ fə ˌmeni ˈsəʊʃl̩ | ˈpɜːsənl̩ ənd ˈbɪznəs ˈfeɪljə | aʊt əv wɪtʃ helθ wəz ðə ˈmeɪdʒə kənˈsɜːn tu kaʊnt fɔː | ˈaɪ ˈtraɪd ˈkwɪtɪŋ ˈɪt ˈbaɪ self ˈkɒnfɪdəns ənd ˈbaɪ ˈdɪfrənt miːnz | bət ˈaɪ feɪld tu du: ˈsəʊ | rɪˈmeɪnd ɪnˈsleɪvd fə ˈjiəz ənd ˈjiəz tɪl pɑːst fjuː mʌnθs | ˈaɪ njuː ˌsɪgəˈret s ə ˌpoɪzn ənd ˈaɪ wəz ˈhelpləs | ˈvɜːbəli əˈbjuːzɪŋ maɪˈself ˈmɪlɪən ˈtaɪmz ɪz ˈbjuːtəfl̩ tu rɪˈmembə naʊ | wel | lɒt ˌmeni ˈθɪŋz ˈhæpənd ˈdjʊərɪŋ ðəʊz ˈjiəz əv tests ənd ˈtraɪəlz | ˈaɪ kəd nɒt ˈli:v ˈsməʊkɪŋ ˌi:vn ˈɑːftə ˈsɪərɪəs rəʊd ˈæksɪdənt ɪn ˌtu: ˈθaʊzn̩d θriː | ˈaɪ ˈɡɒt ˈbreɪn ˈhemərɪdʒ ðæt ˈpʊt miː ˈɒn sliːp ɪn ˈdi:p ˈkəʊmə fə ˈtwenti naɪn ˈdeɪz | ðæt ˈmeɪd miː tu bi ˈɒn ˈventɪleɪtə fə ˈtwenti eɪt ˈdeɪz | ˈaɪ wəz seɪvd | ˈsevrəl mʌnθs ˈɒn ˈduːɪŋ ˈsaɪlənt ˌmedɪˈteɪʃn̩ ənd ˈtriːtmənt ˈbaɪ naturopathy dɪd nɒt ˈwɜ:k aʊt fə ˈkwɪtɪŋ ðæt ˈlʌvli ˈhæbɪt | ˈdjʊərɪŋ lɑːst fjuː ˈjiəz ˈaɪ ˈkeɪm ɪn ˈkɒntækt wɪð ˈfɒləʊəz əv ˈbʊdɪzəm əv nichiren daishonin | ˈaɪ lɜːnt daimoku ənd ˈtʃɑːntɪd fə fjuː ˈdeɪz | ˈlemə tel ju ðæt wəz ˌgreɪt ɪkˈspɪərɪəns | ɪnˈdiːd | bət ˈaɪ stɒpt ˈduːɪŋ ɪn bɪˈtwiːn ənd ˈwent əˈlɒŋ wɪð ˈjuːʒʊəl fləʊ əv laɪf | cirgette ˈsməʊkɪŋ wəz ˈwɔːkɪŋ wɪð miː laɪk ən ˌsekənd hɑːf | ˈaɪ wəz ˈɪntə ə ˈkʌmfət zəʊn weər ˈaɪ ˈnevə pʊʃt maɪˈself tuː hɑːd | ðen | wɪðˈɪn ðiːz lɑːst faɪv ˈjiəz ˌi:vn mɔː | maɪ ˈlaɪf ˈkrʌmbl̩d | faɪˈnænʃl̩ ənd helθ ˈprɒbləmz ənd maɪ ˈkɒntækt wɪð səkˈsesfəl ˈwɜ:ld weər ˈaɪ ˈwɜːkt hɑ:d fə ˈlaɪf ˈtaɪm wəz ˈfeɪdɪŋ əˈweɪ | maɪ ˈvæljʊəbl̩ ˈkɒntækts wə ˈslɪpɪŋ frəm ðə ˈtʃeɪmbəz ɪn maɪ long-preserved ˈtreʒəz | maɪ ˈlaɪf ˈtʊk ə streɪndʒ tɜːn | ˈdɒktəz | wɔːnd miː əv ˈsməʊkɪŋ ənd ˈɑːskt miː tu ˈɡəʊ kəʊld ˈtɜːki | bʌt | ˈsməʊkɪŋ | maɪ ˌsekənd hɑːf wəz ˈwɔːkɪŋ əˈlɒŋ ˈevrɪweə | ɪn bɪˈɡɪnɪŋ əv ˌtu: ˈθaʊzn̩d ˌnaɪnˈtiːn | ˈaɪ əˈɡen ˈstɑːtɪd ˈprækˌtɪsɪŋ nichiren ˈbʊdɪzəm wɪð ˈfeɪθ ənd ˌdedɪˈkeɪʃn̩ | ˈaɪ ˈstɑːtɪd ˈduːɪŋ daimoku əv feɪθ | gʊd ˈfɔːtʃuːn bɪˈɡæn rəʊlɪŋ ɪn miː ˈɡrædʒʊəli ˈmuːvɪŋ ɪn miː ˈbaɪ miː | ɪts ˈrɪðəm ənd vaɪˈbreɪʃn̩z bɪˈɡæn kəˈrektɪŋ miː frəm ɪnˈsaɪd ˈbaɪ ˌriːˈwaɪərɪŋ maɪ ˈmʌŋki maɪnd | bʊk | ˈmeɪkɪŋ ði ɪmˈpɒsəbl̩ ˈpɒsəbl̩ wəz ə ˈgeɪm ˈtʃeɪndʒə fə ˈbreɪkɪŋ maɪ ˈkʌmfət zəʊn ənd maɪ dɪˈpendəns ˈɒn ˈsməʊkɪŋ | maɪ ˌrɪəlaɪˈzeɪʃn̩ ˈtʊk ˈpɒzətɪv ˈtɜ:n əz ˈnju: ˈhjuːmən ˌrevəˈluːʃn̩ ɪɡˈnaɪtɪd wɪðˈɪn miː | ðə ˈkwestʃən wəz rɪˈpiːtɪd ˈmɪlɪən ˈtaɪmz | əm ˈaɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu tʃeɪndʒ | əm ˈaɪ ˈwɪlɪŋ tu ˈstrʌɡl̩ ˈpeɪʃntli təˈwɔːdz ɡəʊl | ˈaɪ ˈɡɒt ɔ:l maɪ ˈɑːnsəz waɪl ˈstʌdɪɪŋ ˈbʊdɪzəm | sɪns | stand-alone ˈspɪrɪt s ˈmuːvɪŋ ɪˈtɜːnəli ˈdjʊərɪŋ ðiːz ˈlɑːkˌdaʊn ˈdeɪz | wʌn ˈdeɪ | ˈaɪ wʌn | jes | ˈaɪ wɒn ɪn meɪ ˌtu: ˈθaʊzn̩d ˈtwenti | səˈpraɪzɪŋli | ˈkreɪvɪŋz ˈnevər ˌəʊvəˈpaʊəd miː ˈɑːftə ˈseɪɪŋ gʊd ˈbaɪ tu ˈsməʊkɪŋ | təˈdeɪ ˈaɪ əm dɪˈtɜːmɪn tuː | Howdy, Thank yawl fahwar givin' may few moments tuh spake an share mah recent experience as an actual proof uh mah faith an practice. Inner transformation rewired mah mind tuh kewyut bayud habit uh cigarette smokin'. Ah can’t rilly, recollect wheyun Ah started smokin'. All, Ah can remember thet Ah started socially in thuh company uh few friends in mah rock band durin' college days. It developed in tuh habit or part uh daily lahf. Thus nicotine fluid iz responsible fahwar many social, personal an business failure, out uh which health wuz thuh major concern tuh count fahwar. Ah tried kewyuttin' it by self-confidence an by difernt means, but Ah failed tuh do so. remained enslaved fahwar years an years till past few months. Ah knew Cigarette izza poison an Ah wuz helpless. Verbawly abusin' mahsef million tahms iz butiful tuh remember now. Wayul, Lot many thangs happened durin' them years uh tests an trials. Ah could not leave smokin' evun after serious Road Accident) in 2003. Ah got brain hemorrhage thet put may on sleep in deep coma fahwar 29 days. thet made may tuh bay on ventilator fahwar 28 days. Ah wuz saved! Several months on doin' silent meditation an treatment by naturopathy didunt work out fahwar kewyuttin' thet luvly habit. Durin' last few years Ah came in contact with fallerers uh Buddhism uh Nichiren Daishonin. Ah learnt Daimoku an chanted fahwar few days. Lemme tell yawl thet wuz great experience, indeed, but Ah stopped doin' in between an went along with usual flow uh lahf. Cirgette smokin' wuz walkin' with may lahk an sekunt half. Ah wuz into uh comfort zone whayer Ah nevur pushed mahsef too hayud. Then, within these last 5 years evun more, mah lahf crumbled. Financial & Health problems an mah contact with successful warld whayer Ah worked hayud fahwar lahf tahm wuz fadin' awf. Mah valuable contacts wuz slippin' frum thuh chambers in mah long-preserved treasures. Mah lahf took uh strange turn. Doctors, warned may uh smokin' an asked may tuh go Code Turkey, But, Smokin', mah sekunt half wuz walkin' along everywhere. In beginnin' uh 2019, Ah again started practicin' Nichiren Buddhism with faith an dedication. Ah started doin' Daimoku uh faith. Good fortune began rollin' in may gradually movin' in may by may. Its rhythm an vibrations began correctin' may frum n-sod by rewirin' mah monkey mind. Book, makin' thuh Impossible Possible wuz uh game changer fahwar breakin' mah comfort zone an mah dependence on smokin'. Mah reeyulization took positive turn as New Hawh?man Revolution ignited within may. Thuh question wuz repeated million tahms: Am Ah willin' tuh change? Am Ah willin' tuh struggle patiently towards goal? Ah got all mah answers while studyin' Buddhism. Since, stand-alone spirit iz movin' eternally durin' these lockdown days. Wun day, Ah won, Yayus, Ah won in Maey 20520! Surprisingly, cravings nevur overpowered may after sayin' good bye tuh smokin'. Tuhday Ahm determine tuh fite fahwar kosen rufu an more active in Gakkai activities. -- Anupam Sharma Entrepreneurial flair, High energy levels, Team management, Planning, Report Writing , Customer focused https://www.ukessays.com/essays/management/approaches-and-methods-of-training-management-essay.php

How to Pronounce I was woken by an embarrassed giggle. “You’re not supposed to be awake. I must be really bad at this. Maybe I should try another time?” I looked toward the silhouette of a girl standing in front of the window, the curtains breathing softly behind her. I tried to stay calm but I could feel a twinge of panic as I addressed her form “Who are you? How did you get in my room?” “Ah, of course,” I heard her voice drip with a playful tone, “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lilie, and I am a succubus.” My eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and I could see her full figure now. If this was a cosplay, it would be a really well done one. Her purple outfit seemed to accentuate her curves and the empty space between the criss-cross of fabric proudly displayed her cleavage and pale belly. Her thighs seemed to glow in the basking moonlight as the flesh was highlighted between her tiny bottom and stockings. Topping off her somewhat immodest dress were two tiny little horns that snuggled atop her red hair and the soft movement of her wings and tail behind her peeking out from the cutouts in her clothes. “I’m sure you’ve heard of us succubi,” Lilie continued as she slowly walked towards me, one leg in front of the other, crossing them slowly and deliberately as she inched forward, “As a succubus we have sex with humans as our nourishment, but we usually do so in their dreams, when they’re asleep. It seems I’ve screwed up this time.” She was inches in front of me now as she ran a finger from my waist up to my neck. “But I wonder how it’ll feel if my prey is conscious.” I felt myself pushed up against the wall as Lilie slowly ran a finger from my waist upward until it rested at my neck. I could almost feel a twinge of electricity at the path she traced. Lilie’s coy smile curled into a smug grin as she leaned up on her toes to bring her face closer to mine. I could hear my heart beat as I stared down at her face illuminated in the moonlight. Her batting eyelashes seemed to tease me. I swallowed to try and regain my composure but all I could hear was my pounding heart and smell the soft fragrance of some kind of fruit I couldn’t recognize. It felt like I was staring at her face for hours before either of us broke the silence. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid? If you are, why don’t you just try closing your eyes?” Lilie’s playful giggle seemed like a command and I could feel my eyelids descending as her face got closer and closer… It started with a warm softness pressed up against my lips. I could feel her tongue testing and caressing my lips-inviting them to open which I did with a bit of hesitation. I was surprised by the almost forcefulness of her tongue as it entered my mouth exploring every inch of mine, forcefully overwhelming me. I could feel myself blanking out as I tried to get a breath… Lilie let out a satisfied breath, licking her lips. Somehow after that exchange I was now lying on my bed with her seated atop me. Where she was sitting was no accident and she made sure to demonstrate that. “Mmm, yes,” Lilie whispered, licking her lips as she rocked back and forth grinding herself on me, “We succubi sometimes need an offering, just some bodily fluids from a human to start this process. It lets us get to intimately know someone’s thoughts so that we might transform into what they desire most. Now let’s see what is it that you desire.” I could feel myself getting harder and harder but Lilie made no effort to either stop or speed up, continuing her process of rubbing herself on my erection, occasionally twisting and gyrating her body in such a way that made me want to burst. “Yes, yes,” Lilie continued, smacking her lips a little, “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re into now. And now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I think I’m going to have my way with you n-” Lilie was no longer sitting upright on me but now on top of me. “Huh? Why can’t I move? What’s-” I could see Lilie’s look of surprise as she looked at her shoulders which were now completely smooth and devoid of arms. “My arms! Where are my arms?!” Lilie gave a startled scream and tried to push herself up but only succeeded in pressing her breasts against my chest as she squirmed and struggled. “I-is this what you’re into? Armless girls? Really?” In her attempts at getting up Lilie only succeeded in rolling herself off of me. I took this opportunity to move and be the one pinning her down now. “T-this is definitely a first for me, I didn’t expect something like this would happen at all!” Lilie let out a frustrated half groan, half moan. I watched as her shoulder moved a little as if she was trying to hide her face which was getting redder and redder with a blush. “Well, I guess I don’t mind it too much, as succubi are willing to go to any lengths to satisfy their...prey, but being armless like this, I feel so helpless and it’s honestly making me feel a bit weird...hey, stop staring at me like that! Do you like seeing an armless girl like this? Wait, you do! You do! Stop giving me that look, it’s as if I’m the one that’s the prey now!” The straps from her top had now fallen loose with nothing holding them up, her top was sliding off to reveal her breasts and one nipple was already almost out. “Well? Are you going to just keep staring at this armless succubus or are you actually going to do something about this helpless girl in front of you? You do know I still have my legs right?” As if to remind me, she pressed up her foot against my still stiff member and gave it a playful tease. As I bent down to pull her bottom off, I was stopped by her resting foot on my head. “Wait, before you do that, come up for a moment.” I stared at Lilie’s beautiful face nestled between two smooth armless shoulders. “Oh this is totally embarrassing since I don’t have arms and can’t do it myself but...before that, can you, um, can you kiss me again?” I didn’t need a second thought. Once again I felt myself her tongue wrap against mine, her armlessness evidently not changing her personality while kissing. As I felt my tongue melt into hers, Lilie had also wrapped her remaining limbs, her legs, around me, pulling me closer and closer into her. There was that same fiery passion as before that threatened to drag me in and consume me completely. I took a moment to catch my breath as I slowly lifted my lips from hers, a thin strand of saliva still hanging for a fraction of a second before falling away. We stared at each other in silence for a while as I listened to the soft sounds of Lilie’s breathing before she tightened her leg lock and leaned her small body closer to me as she whispered into my ear, “You better take responsibility for making me like this. Especially now that I’m totally helpless.” I could no longer feel Lilie’s legs wrapped around my waist as they too had now disappeared. Lilie looked smaller than ever as she wiggled on the bed with her clothes dangerously close to falling off her tiny frame. Pulling off her bottom was seamless as they slid off her smooth legless hips revealing her soft lower lips. I brushed aside her tail that she tried in vain to cover herself with and stared at my prize. It seemed to be swelling and pulsing as if it was crying out for me, and as I reached to bring my hand closer- “Come on! You’ve stared enough already! Do you know how embarrassing this is? Being limbless and revealed like this?” Lilie’s pussy seemed to twitch as she wiggled on the bed in frustration. “Fuck me already!” Lilie was silent as I prepared to enter her but she surprised me by suddenly shifting her weight so that I was plunged into her all at once. I heard a sharp uptake of air before Lilie let out a very satisfied breath that was almost a moan in pleasure. Lilie was warm, very warm, and being within her was like being in a fire that caressed and licked at me in waves of pleasure. It felt like I could feel her very heartbeat pounding and echoing through her as I was inside her. “C-come on, don’t just stand there, y-you’re fucking me remember?” Lilie stammered through her words a bit, “Use me like I’m the limbless fucktoy that I am now!” Indeed, Lilie’s tiny body was very reminiscent of a fucktoy, with no arms and legs but only her pussy adorning the end of her smooth and legless hips. I put my hands around her smooth shoulders and started moving. Each thrust seemed to reverberate pulses of pleasure between the two of us. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! More! Use me!” Lilie’s moans of pleasure echoed in my ears as I continued to user her soft supple body. Her tiny limbless body seemed hypnotic as it constantly drew me in and out of her. “W-wait,” Lilie managed to blurt out, “Do you think you could, um, pick me up?” To say she was light would be an understatement, but I was still surprised that I was now staring at the limbless succubus that was resting on my cock. “I’ve always wanted to try doing something like this, but I don’t have arms or legs right now so I can’t even put them around you. Do you think I can-? Hmmm, maybe…” I could see her starining her shoulders. She was trying to move her tiny wings so that they could reach me from behind her. It was a bit embarrassing feeling myself getting even harder inside her as I watched her struggle. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, as I put my arms around her, “I’ll just hold you enough for the both of us.” I squeezed her into a deep hug as I continued to fuck her. Lilie’s wings flapped energetically as I watched her face deep in ecstasy. Lilie’s tail was also whipping back and forth, and I couldn’t help but reach a hand around it, grabbing one of her remaining body parts. Lilie let out a yelp and I could feel her immediately tighten up, clamping down on me with such a force that I didn’t even have time to react before exploding inside her. “Hehe~” the limbless succubus whispered as she lay on top of me, “thanks for the meal~” ************************************************************************************************************* It was not the sun that woke me up, but the soft rustling of sheets next to me. I watched as Lilie tried to brush the hair from her face with a tiny arm stump. “You’re still here? I thought succubi were the demons of the night.” I yawned before brushing aside the lock of hair that was on her face. Lilie’s eyes slowly blinked a few times before focusing on me. “Well, maybe if someone wasn’t weird and liked amputee girls I could have actually left!” Lilie examined her tiny stumps, barely a few inches long. “Even after all that last night I haven’t even regrown my limbs up to the joints! Ugh! This is all your fault you know!” Lilie flopped onto me with the vantage granted by her tiny leg stumps. “Since this is all your fault, you better be responsible and feed me a lot more! Got it?”

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