Doctors Are Stunned By Conjoined Twins’ Transformation After They’re Separated

Doctors didn’t expect Shylah and Selah Oglesby to live. In fact, doctors believed the conjoined twins’ chances of dying were around 75 to 95 percent, leaving a small window for survival.

Shylah and Selah were conjoined at the stomach. Although they had two separate hearts, they shared a liver. Their parents, Misty and Curtis Oglesby, agreed to allow the baby girls to undergo an invasive surgery to separate them.

Physicians at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital and Medical Center spent three months creating a strategy to separate the little ones. Finally, the six hour surgery was a success. Shylah and Selah were separated, but Selah still struggled with a congenital heart defect that required several surgeries.

Two years later, and the toddlers are happy, healthy babies. Both their parents and doctors are stunned at their development.

“They are my miracles,” said Misty. “I am in awe of their progress.”

Their second birthday is a huge milestone for the girls. It’s their first birthday where they can truly enjoy themselves without being bound by health limitations.

“Today feels like their first birthday,” says their mom. “Their first birthday in which they’ll be able to eat cake. The first birthday where they’re mobile and able to get around and open presents.”

Doctors credit Misty and Curtis for providing their daughters with an incredible support system. Doctors can give you an outlook, a percentage, a few statistics, but Shylah and Selah show that it is up to each of us to beat the odds.

Video Credit: Cincinnati Children’s Hospital and Medical Center / Facebook

Young Woman Nearly Dies In Tragic Plane Crash 12 Years Ago. Now, Judges Can’t Believe Her Voice

Kechi has been through a lot in her life. Probably more then any of us could ever imagine.

When she was just 16 years old, she was in a horrible plane crash that claimed the lives of 107 passengers on board. She was one of only two survivors from the crash.

Originally from Nigeria, Kechi took to the America’s Got Talent stage to share her survival story. When asked how she was able to cope after experiencing such tragedy and loss, Kechi expressed how music was her escape during her recovery.

How it helped her through that rough time in her life.

Kechi absolutely blows the judges and audience members away with her raw talent and achingly beautiful vocals.

After she finished her rendition of “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran, the judges and audience members erupted in applause and a standing ovation for the survivor. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room, including Kechi herself.

Even Simon Cowell looked like the waterworks were about to start caressing down his cheeks!

Kechi will surely be one to watch out for this upcoming season on America’s Got Talent. For not just her talent alone, but for her amazing bravery, and honesty.

Check out the video for yourself to see Kechi blow everyone away.

Mom Says, ‘Nobody Ever Wants My Son In Their Class,’ Then Finds Special New Program For Him

Starting school is always a tough adjustment for children. New environment, new people, new experiences that can be both exciting, and scary.

It can be a lot harder for some children who have special needs as well.

While most schools implore programs to help special needs children, there aren’t as many programs as there probably should be.

That is until “It’s A Sensory World” came along.

Cindy Chadwick, whose son Wes attends the “It’s A Sensory World” establishment praises the program for giving her what she always wanted for her son.

She said: “Teacher ran out into the parking lot and followed me out. And she goes, I want him in my class, and nobody has ever said that. Nobody has every said to me that they wanted Wes and I knew in that moment before even going forward, that it was a great place to be.”

The program specializes in providing an environment specifically intended for children with special needs. It’s areas of expertise include both educational and therapeutic practices.

According to CW 33, the site is currently trying to raise funds to buy a school bus because of the growing number of kids in the program.

The campaign to raise funds for the bus is entitled “Bus For Hope,” and the goal is $20,000. This would help cover insurance and field trips once a week for a year.

Hopefully the site can raise their goal soon!

Why Dead People are Buried

In the beginning of the world when the Creator had made men and women and the animals, they all lived together in the creation land. The Creator was a big chief, past all men, and being very kind-hearted, was very sorry whenever any one died. So one day he sent for the dog, who was his head messenger, and told him to go out into the world and give his word to all people that for the future whenever any one died the body was to be placed in the compound, and wood ashes were to be thrown over it; that the dead body was to be left on the ground, and in twenty-four hours it would become alive again.
When the dog had traveled for half a day he began to get tired; so as he was near an old woman's house he looked in, and seeing a bone with some meat on it he made a meal off it, and then went to sleep, entirely forgetting the message which had been given him to deliver.
After a time, when the dog did not return, the Creator called for a sheep, and sent him out with the same message. But the sheep was a very foolish one, and being hungry, began eating the sweet grasses by the wayside. After a time, however, he remembered that he had a message to deliver, but forgot what it was exactly; so as he went about among the people he told them that the message the Creator had given him to tell the people, was that whenever any one died they should be buried underneath the ground.
A little time afterwards the dog remembered his message, so he ran into the town and told the people that they were to place wood ashes on the dead bodies and leave them in the compound, and that they would come to life again after twenty-four hours. But the people would not believe him, and said, "We have already received the word from the Creator by the sheep, that all dead bodies should be buried." In consequence of this the dead bodies are now always buried, and the dog is much disliked and not trusted as a messenger, as if he had not found the bone in the old woman's house and forgotten his message, the dead people might still be alive.

The Considerate Husband

‘The Considerate Husband’ is an effort to understand the female mind!
Funny story on how the final 3 wishes of a dying man were interpreted by his loving wife...

 Women fool men," Paul teased, "and when they are not fooling them, they are fooling around with them."
"Women don't need to make fools out of men," Mary

retorted laughingly. "Most men are the do-it-yourself types."
"Is that what women think?" he asked. "That empathy is foolishness. Kindness is lost upon an ungrateful soul."
“Not true,” she fought back. "Women appreciate kindness, and they know how to show their gratitude."
"How?" he asked.
"Well," she replied. "I recently read of a widow telling her friends what a wonderful, empathetic, and considerate husband her man had been."
"He thought of everything," the widow told her friends. "Just before he died, he called me to his bedside, and handed me a sealed envelope."
"Love," he said. "It contains a Memorandum of my last three wishes. Promise me, that after I am gone, you will open it and do exactly as I have instructed. Then, I can go in peace."
"So I promised," she said. "And he found peace. God bless his thoughtful soul."
"What were his last wishes?" her friends asked.
"The first was: Buy a nice coffin," she replied. "So I bought the most expensive casket I could find. Lovely look. Luxurious lining. Smart style. He would have liked that, wouldn't he?"
"The second was: Buy a nice funeral. So I bought the most expensive service I could find. With all his favorite foods for everyone attending. He would have loved that, wouldn't he?"
"And the third wish?" asked her friends.
"The third was: Buy a nice stone. So I bought the most expensive stone, the rest of his money could buy."
She flashed her breathtaking diamond at her friends, and said, "He would have been proud of that, wouldn't he?"

The Disobedient Daughter who Married a Skull

Effiong Edem was a native of Cobham Town. He had a very fine daughter, whose name was Afiong. All the young men in the country wanted to marry her on account of her beauty; but she refused all offers of marriage in spite of repeated entreaties from her parents, as she was very vain, and said she would only marry the best-looking man in the country, who would have to be young and strong, and capable of loving her properly. Most of the men her parents wanted her to marry, although they were rich, were old men and ugly, so the girl continued to disobey her parents, at which they were very much grieved. The skull who lived in the spirit land heard of the beauty of this Calabar virgin, and thought he would like to possess her; so he went about amongst his friends and borrowed different parts of the body from them, all of the best. From one he got a good head, another lent him a body, a third gave him strong arms, and a fourth lent him a fine pair of legs. At last he was complete, and was a very perfect specimen of manhood.
He then left the spirit land and went to Cobham market, where he saw Afiong, and admired her very much.
About this time Afiong heard that a very fine man had been seen in the market, who was better-looking than any of the natives. She therefore went to the market at once, and directly she saw the Skull in his borrowed beauty, she fell in love with him, and invited him to her house. The Skull was delighted, and went home with her, and on his arrival was introduced by the girl to her parents, and immediately asked their consent to marry their daughter. At first they refused, as they did not wish her to marry a stranger, but at last they agreed.
He lived with Afiong for two days in her parents' house, and then said he wished to take his wife back to his country, which was far off. To this the girl readily agreed, as he was such a fine man, but her parents tried to persuade her not to go. However, being very headstrong, she made up her mind to go, and they started off together. After they had been gone a few days the father consulted his Ju Ju man, who by casting lots very soon discovered that his daughter's husband belonged to the spirit land, and that she would surely be killed. They therefore all mourned her as dead.
After walking for several days, Afiong and the Skull crossed the border between the spirit land and the human country. Directly they set foot in the spirit land, first of all one man came to the Skull and demanded his legs, then another his head, and the next his body, and so on, until in a few minutes the skull was left by itself in all its natural ugliness. At this the girl was very frightened, and wanted to return home, but the skull would not allow this, and ordered her to go with him. When they arrived at the skull's house they found his mother, who was a very old woman quite incapable of doing any work, who could only creep about. Afiong tried her best to help her, and cooked her food, and brought water and firewood for the old woman. The old creature was very grateful for these attentions, and soon became quite fond of Afiong.
One day the old woman told Afiong that she was very sorry for her, but all the people in the spirit land were cannibals, and when they heard there was a human being in their country, they would come down and kill her and eat her. The skull's mother then hid Afiong, and as she had looked after her so well, she promised she would send her back to her country as soon as possible, providing that she promised for the future to obey her parents. This Afiong readily consented to do. Then the old woman sent for the spider, who was a very clever hairdresser, and made him dress Afiong's hair in the latest fashion. She also presented her with anklets and other things on account of her kindness. She then made a Ju Ju and called the winds to come and convey Afiong to her home. At first a violent tornado came, with thunder, lightning and rain, but the skull's mother sent him away as unsuitable. The next wind to come was a gentle breeze, so she told the breeze to carry Afiong to her mother's house, and said good-bye to her. Very soon afterwards the breeze deposited Afiong outside her home, and left her there.
When the parents saw their daughter they were very glad, as they had for some months given her up as lost. The father spread soft animals' skins on the ground from where his daughter was standing all the way to the house, so that her feet should not be soiled. Afiong then walked to the house, and her father called all the young girls who belonged to Afiong's company to come and dance, and the feasting and dancing was kept up for eight days and nights. When the rejoicing was over, the father reported what had happened to the head chief of the town. The chief then passed a law that parents should never allow their daughters to marry strangers who came from a far country. Then the father told his daughter to marry a friend of his, and she willingly consented, and lived with him for many years, and had many children.

Fruits Of My Labor

Shouldn’t I benefit from fruits of my labor?

Employee engagement is driven by purpose, recognition & monetary incentives.
Insightful tale on worker demotivate

 What really happened at the pay review meeting?” Rose asked, resting her head on his back. She had followed him out onto their porch. “Who was present?”
“My Supervisor and the HR (Human Resources) Manager,” Matthew answered quietly, thirstily drinking up the brilliant hues scattered in the evening sky by the dying sun.
The sunset was beautiful today, but somehow the contentment it usually brought him had been robbed by someone today.
“The supervisor is insecure himself,” he continued, “so he did not push my raise. The HR Manager is either blind to the quality of my work, or believes he can get people like me at a dime a dozen these days. Either way, it was clear that there was nothing more on the table.”
“But what really irked me was his attitude. He sat across from me cross-legged, and with his shoe in my face. There was no mistaking the body language, but maybe I’m reading something that didn’t exist because I am weak and broken inside myself. So, every slur appears like the final insult.”
“I have never had someone sit like that with me. I went asking for my due, not curry for his favors. Did he think we were beggars? It is the work people like us do on the ground, that pays his bloody wages.”
He was simmering inside. She waited for his anger to subside. She knew his reason will win, eventually.
“When he had gone,” Mathew sighed after a long pause, “I vented my spleen at my supervisor. The only saving grace was that he didn’t disagree once, with anything I said. Pathetic!”
“Did he say nothing at all?” she asked him.
“He tried to pacify me,” he answered, “after I had finished. By giving his own example. After years of committed service, he said he had still not been promoted.
No transfer to greener pastures, no salary increase, no commendation. Didn’t see the Company doing much for him in the future either.”
“As if I should take solace from his suffering, and resign myself to bearing my burdens because he bears his. The soulless exploiting the spineless, and the spineless conditioning the hapless.”
Rose felt a sudden rush of blood to her head. She was instantly afraid. For him, for them. Had he resigned again today?
“I hope you didn’t do anything stupid,” she asked, almost fearfully. “I hope you weren’t rude to him?”
“It was really hard for me not to,” Mathew hissed. “I hated his fear, his placation, his spinelessness.”
“No, I wasn’t rude to him. But I did tell him a story. I hope he got the message.”
“What story?” she asked again.
“Of a man like him,” said Mathew, “who goes to HR looking for a fairer deal after years of stagnation, and gets mentally screwed again.”
The HR guy sits him down, and asks: Tell me, how many days are there in a year?
Employee: 365, but 366 in a leap year.
HR Manager: And how many hours make up a day?
Employee: 24 hours.
HR Manager: And how long do you work in a day?
Employee: 8am to 5pm. 8 hours a day, not including an hour for lunch and tea-breaks.
HR Manager: So, what fraction of your day do you spend working?
Employee: 8/24 hours. So, a third of the day.
HR Manager: OK, so if a year has 366 days, what is one third of 366 days?
Employee: 122 days.
HR Manager: Do you come to work on weekends?
Employee: No
HR Manager: How many days in a year are weekend days?
Employee: 52 Saturdays, 52 Sundays. Total 104 days
HR Manager: You’re good at math. So, take away 104 days from 122 days. How many days do you have now?
Employee: 18 days
HR Manager: You also get a week's sick leave every year. Remove those 7 days too, from the 18 left. How many days are you left with now?
Employee: 11 days
HR Manager: Correct! But do you come to work on New Year’s day?
Employee: No!
HR Manager: Do you come to work on Labour Day?
Employee: No!
HR Manager: Do you come to work on Queen’s Birthday?
Employee: No!
HR Manager: On Good Friday? Easter Monday? Christmas day? Boxing Day? Auckland Anniversary Day?
Employee: No!
HR Manager: How many days are those?
Employee: 8 days!
HR Manager: So how many days are left?
Employee: 3 days!
HR Manager: You work 3 days a year out of 366, and you want a raise? We are not a charity, you know!
Employee: Geez! I hadn’t realized the company had been so generous to me all these years!
“Die for them,” Mathew

concluded, and turned back to go inside the home, “and they think it is their due. Your exemplar raises the benchmark for everyone else. And you are expected to do it again. And again.”
“Ask for a raise, for all the exemplary work they say you do, and you are now being unreasonable. These are lean times, and they’ve got to look after all their flock. And the flock includes old-timers, under-performers, non-performers, coat-tail riders.”
“I get nothing extra for going the extra mile, but I’ll get pounced on if I don’t meet the ever-rising benchmarks. Yet, I do want to perform, and not just because I'll never get a decent wage without performing."
"If I am the creme-de-la-creme in the company, as they tell me when they want me to do more work, and I am delivering quality, creating significant value, then shouldn’t I be benefiting too from the fruits of my labor. I am not a work of charity, you know.”
“I add value and I am told, I should be grateful I have a job,’’ he shook his head in despair. “When you settle for less than what you deserve, you end up getting even less than what you had initially settled for.”