I stopped to browse, and after going through some old books and men's ties, I notice a folded up massage table with a price tag of seventy dollars on ...t. The lady running the sale looked to be in her late fifties, fit and quite attractive. She had her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wore little makeup. She confided that most of the items she was selling belonged to her late husband. He had been in poor health for some time and she often gave him a massage, hence the table. I really. So my 2nd SEM exams got over by the end of July I didn’t have anything to do at home apart from hanging around with friends, going out for movies and shopping in the evening. but I used to get bored the day time days passed like that but finally one Thursday morning I was going through “the telegraph”, there is a Coolum called t2 hub where actually u cant post you are messages. So I decided to post my message and lucky my message was posted in the next edition. and god that day I was screwed I. .. hiss ... beep ... hiss...I gradually came to my senses. When I opened my eyes it was dark and I could barely see. I knew I wasn't in my own room and realized I must be in the hospital. From the sounds of it I was on some sort of life support. I was worried for a few seconds until I noticed the noise that woke me up was from the other bed in the room. As far as I could tell the only thing connected to me was a saline bag hanging next to the head of my bed.I had no idea how long I had been. Jose puts his hand around Seans back because he appreciates how kind he has been. With the game about to begin, Sean calls the team into a huddle. He gets down on one knee and reaches out one hand. The players instinctively reach a hand in, touching Seans. With all quiet and looking at him, Sean says, I dont care about how many pitches you miss or balls you drop. I do care about keeping your head in the game. Focus on what you have to do. Most of all, give each other encouragement..