T ke sath dekha wo bahut request Kar rahe thi main kuch dher wahi khada raha aur unki baate sunta raha phir maine us se pucha ki kya huwa to wo boli k... wo kota se aa rhai thi aur train me kisi ne uska bag chori kar liya us bag me uska sara saman tha paise ticket aur phone etc. par ye tt usse without ticket me fine mang raha h maine tt se baat ki to usne 400 rs maage mere pass 200 he tha so maine kaha ki main atm se lata hu main bhar atm se paise nikalne gaya waha line lambi thi main line me lag. " You should talk," responded her friend."Yeah, I suppose I can," was the giggle-laden reply."So what have you dragged me in here for?" asked Kirsty."Mom's given us a dare," declared Natasha."A dare!" exclaimed Kirsty, "but..." Well, you were the one that said you wanted to do something different," said Natasha."I know," replied Kirsty sounding very doubtful, "but today?" Kirsty!" exclaimed Natasha in response."I know," Kirsty said, "And I agree with everything you and your mom said, it's just. So, are the classes hard?’ ‘No, not really,’ she said, ‘I’ve finished most of the preliminary stuff and a lot of the book work. I’ve just started working on the practical applications. I have to work several hours a week at the school’s massage studio. I’m not sure I’m cut out for it as a career though. I’m really struggling with being able to give a therapeutic massage to anyone who walks through the door. I’ve been pretty uncomfortable with a few of my clients already and I know the school. Greg's sermon was more people stuff. He was talking about how people get things wrong and do things wrong; for all sorts of reasons but usually connected with selfishness and/or greed, and how that was a part of being human, but a relationship with God meant we had to be honest with Him and ourselves which went right against our normal way of doing things. I'd never really thought about it ... it made me think. After the service we stayed for coffee and chatted to one or two people. They seemed.