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I came across this article which I must definitely share with you guys. For your convenience, I have copied the excerpts from the article here (click on image to watch video):

A woman whose seven-month-old son died after being reportedly abused by a babysitter's boyfriend donated his organs - and has now heard the boy's heartbeat in a young girl. Heather Clark couldn't hide her emotions as she listened to the heart of four-year-old organ recipient Jordan Drake at Phoenix Children's Hospital.

 Amid the unthinkable grief of losing her son Lukas, Heather made a decision that saved three lives. Jordan received Lukas' precious heart when she was just 18 months old. Yesterday, Heather heard her son's heartbeat for the first time in nearly three years. Clark and Drake's mother, Esther Gonzalez, were filmed by Donate Life Arizona crying and hugging while meeting one another for the first time. Gonzalez was heard telling Clark: 'I just can't believe this is happening.'

Jordan gifted Clark with a red teddy bear covered in pink hearts that when pressed made a heartbeat sound. 'That's Lukas' heartbeat,' Gonzalez explained, leading to Clark crying. 'Thank you, Jordan,' Clark said. 'It's perfect.' Clark also put on a stethoscope and placed it upon Jordan's chest, listening to her late son's heart beating. 'It's so strong,' Clark was filmed saying. When she was done, Clark gave Jordan a hug and a kiss. Jordan later used the stethoscope herself, and heard Clark's heartbeat.

Clark also shared photographs of Lukas at the emotional meeting. At one point, Clark told Gonzalez in the footage: 'And another amazing thing with donating his organs is it gave me the chance to hold him again.' Clark said in a January 22 post on the Facebook page Justice For Lukas Scot: 'One week from today I will be listening to Lukas' heartbeat once again. 'I will be holding Jordan in my arms showering her with love and kisses!' Jordan was born with a congenital heart defect.

According to the news outlet, Lukas died in 2013 after being abused by his babysitter's boyfriend. Clark told the TV channel there is a child abuse investigation. Gonzalez told Fox 10 Phoenix: 'We're family now, we're friends now, our families are families, we've brought our families together.'

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I have been sharing some of my favorite angpow pieces on an angpow collectors group in Facebook and some members have been telling me to continue sharing my memorable stories and so I thought, why not write it down, that way, our kiddos can read about it when they grow up next time, eh?

For those of you who are not familiar or never heard of the words 'Angpow' (also known as 'ang pau', 'ang pao', 'angpau'), here is a quick definition:

Angpow = Red Packet (filled with cash inside) given during festivals

So for today's angpow story, it comes from this piece of lovely angpow:

The moment I see the motorcycle on the ap, it reminded me of my late dad's motorcycle. It was not the same Suzuki brand (my dad owned a Yamaha bike) but it looks very similar.

Ever since I was born, the bike has been in the family. I can't remember how many times dad repaired the bike but he had to, we are not rich to get a car etc. I remembered in late 90s, dad used his savings to pay for a second hand Iswara when my older brother got his license - that was the 1st car in our family. Yet, dad maintained his faithful old bike.

I remembered the stories dad told me about his bike. How it saved his life back in the 60s during the riot times. Dad told me how as he was riding his bike away from his office, he saw people chasing around with parangs trying to attack and hurt others, whoever within reach. Thanks to his bike, it saved his life. He made it back home safely.

I remembered sitting at the front part of the bike where the petrol tank was located at. I was 7 years old and insisted to tag along with my parents to the morning market.

I remembered how dad got into an accident when I was in my early teens and it hurt him that his bike was damaged as well but he managed to save up his money to repair it bit by bit.

I remembered as I got older and looking at my parents riding away after I got on my school bus to school in the wee hours of morning.

I remembered when I started doing part-time sales promoter job at 16 years old during school holidays, dad would fetch me back home with his bike from the back lane of Metrojaya Bukit Bintang Plaza.

I remembered when I was working part-time at the souvenir shop during my college year and dad fetched me back home everyday at 6pm with his bike.

I remembered the times we had to squeeze through the traffic jams and was amazed at how dad managed to sverve left and right to avoid hitting the cars and busses around us.

I remembered the times when I got stranded with my dad at some shoplots when it rained suddenly and we had to take shelter from the heavy rain.

I remembered the few times we braved through the rain on the way home (in highway, no chance to stop for any shelters) and how his raincoat will flap over my legs and I tried to cover his back as well with my windcoat.

I remembered to look of 'we made it home!' during these occasions.

I remembered the looks of admiration from other bikers as we all waited for green light and people were asking my dad about his bike.

I remembered the bike was unique from others, dad's bike has 2 long exhaust pipes while the newer modern bikes has 1 exhaust pipe only.

I remembered seeing how proud dad was with his bike. It was old, antique and in running condition. How can one not be proud of it?

I remembered dad telling us how people offered his lots of money for his bike and he rejected the offers.

I remembered watching dad wiping, drying and cleaning his beloved bike.

I remembered even as my dad started getting too weak to ride on his bike and he asked my hubby (then boyfriend) to start and warm up his bike every now and then to make sure it is still in running condition.

I remembered how sad I was when my dad passed away, the bike was left downstairs at our government flat motorcyle parking bays where it has always faithfully been parked at.

I remembered the sadness and regret that we never bothered to take up motorcycle lessons and exams.

I remembered the anger and fury as I see the tires and some main parts of the bike got stollen days after dad was cremated.

I will never forget how I cursed the thief and hope they rot in hell for doing this despicable acts.

I remembered regretting my cursing as I realised as a Christian, revenge is not ours to take and we should never ever curse at anybody no matter how.

I remembered praying that the person(s) who stole my dad's bike parts will make good use of the parts and the money will be able to support their family in need. That is the only thought I can think of to console my broken heart.

So many memories of that bike... Of my dad... Of my childhood... Of alot of things...

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I came across this article which I must definitely share with you guys. For your convenience, I have copied the excerpts from the article here:

A mum is warning parents against the danger of giving ibuprofen to children with chickenpox after her son ended up with septicaemia. Hayley Lyons' shared photos of the reaction her son had to the anti-inflammatory drug on Facebook and her post has now been shared almost 350,000 times.

She said a number of doctors prescribed children’s ibuprofen to her son Lewis. He deteriorated and ended up in hospital with septicaemia. After taking him to Alder Hey Children’s Hospital she was told that he should never have been given the medicine because ‘it reacts with chicken pox making them go deeper into the skin tissue’.

In her post Hayley said: “Chickenpox is going round again can I please remind people NOT to give your children nurofen/ibuprofen. 4 different doctors from our local Hospital (out of hours) prescribed it for Lewis as we couldn’t get his temp down. They even administered it to him in A&E.

“This type of medicine is an anti inflammatory, it reacts with chicken pox making them go deeper into the skin tissue. It was only when we took Lewis to Alder Hey because the doctors from our hospital kept sending him home saying it was ‘just chicken pox’ we found this out. He ended up with septicaemia and was admitted straight to Alder Hey as soon as we arrived there.

“Only because we persevered an took Lewis to a children’s hospital off our own back was he ok. This could have ended up so much worse if it wasn’t for those doctors at Alder Hey and their advice, care and knowledge. Only use CALPOL for their temps.

“It does actually state on the nurofen website not to take this medicine with chicken pox. But when our doctors prescribe it, who are we to question it??” Information shared with medical professionals on the Medline Plus website confirms that the drug should not be given.

It states: “Do NOT give aspirin or ibuprofen to someone who may have chickenpox. Use of aspirin has been associated with a serious condition called Reyes syndrome. Ibuprofen has been associated with more severe secondary infections.”

Hayley, from Warrington , said: “Lewis is fine now. It happened 10 months ago but he still has the scars. “My friend’s daughter has chickenpox so when I saw that it was going round again I decided to share these photos of Lewis among family and friends. I didn’t expect the response to be as big as this. I didn’t share the pictures at the time it happened because it was just so horrific. Parents need to be aware that this can happen.”

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