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“Suck your thumb just like we’d talked about”
“Yeah, that’s great, spread your legs a bit”
“Such a good boy”
That was your daddy, taking your pictures, for your Fans page.
You didn’t realize it yet, but it was daddy’s Fans page, you were just his baby boy to show off.
After daddy made you his baby boy, you did everything he told you to do. You were so submissive and obedient. You didn’t question a thing you were told. You wore the clothes he dressed you in, ate what he’d fed you, you went to sleep when he tucked you to bed. You even lost your bladder and bowel control, so you needed your diapers for real, thick and massive adult baby diapers.
You asked for it, you wanted it, now he makes you beg for it.
You beg for a change, for your pacifier at night, for your teddy bear.
You acted just like a real baby.
Daddy loved to watch you beg, it made him so aroused, so hard.
One day, while you begged at his feet, he swore he would pay good money for this show.
Then it hit him, why not make money from your whining?
He opened an account and explained to you that buying you diapers and toys costs a lot of money, and you’re going to be a good boy and help around as much as a baby can. You didn’t like that idea, but you couldn’t say anything, you were not allowed to talk while sucking on your pacifier.
Daddy had taken lots of pictures and videos and then uploaded them.
You knew the page is booming because daddy was so busy with his phone and laptop.
What you didn’t know was that daddy made thousands of dollars from you wearing a diaper and sucking your thumb.
Every week daddy makes you pose like a cute little toddler who still wears diapers, for his page and the eager followers.
But how could you know?
You just care about new toys.
Now… suck your thumb for daddy.
This baby boy wants to stay anonymous
He is very shy, yet I think he’s a little star.
The newly plugged tail wiggled from side to side. Every wiggle started outside the butt and ended inside of it. Every motion pressed on the guy’s prostate and gave him waves of pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to understand that every time he wiggled his ass and tail, he would get orgasmic-like sensations. So the guy did just that. He crawled around the cave, wiggling his ass with excitement, from side to side, getting himself to the edge of an orgasm.
His dick rubbed against the fresh dey diaper, which added to the sensations in his diaper.
The guy was standing on all fours, wearing a doggie mask, mittens, harness, and a tail sticking out from his huge diaper. The back of the diaper was a bit torn from the slit that the werewolf had to do for the tail to stick out.
The werewolf look down at his new puppy, he was so proud.
Finally, he had a puppy of his own, a puppy he was going to take for a walk. He waited for this moment for so long. So many Halloweens he waited for the perfect puppy to walk around his woods, and now he had it.
“Come here” he said to the puppy.
The werewolf attached a leash to the harness.
“Now you won’t run away” he rubbed the guy’s back and ass.
The two exited the cave, the werewolf on two legs, and the puppy on all fours. From the darkness, they got to the lighten trail by street lamps. Nobody was there and the night was quiet. The werewolf looked around, then reached for his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. He had this fantasy that one day he will walk around a human-puppy and smoke a cigarette while his pup will do his business. Today was Halloween, it was his day, and on his day he was going to do whatever he wanted to do. So he took out one and lighted it up while still holding the leash. His sharp face was lightened in the dark. The werewolf stood under the street lamp. His masculine and hairy torso were visible to all. His bushy hair fluttered in the soft wind. The werewolf inhaled while looking at his puppy.
It was a long night and the guy drank so many drinks.
So many bottles of beer and so many shots. He had to pee. Every motion in his ass pressed not only on his prostate but also onto his bladder. He needed to pee, he had to pee. The guy was on the verge of peeing. He knew he was wearing a diaper so he just tried to pee, but he couldn’t. Out of nowhere, he’d started to make whimpering sounds.
“Awwww what’s wrong my guy?” the werewolf walked to his pup and lowered himself down.
“I think I know what you want. You want to relieve yourself right? Right. You can do it my baby pup, just so” he said and walked the pup through.
The werewolf led the puppy to a nearby tree and lowered himself again. He put the cigarette between his lips. With one hand he pressed on the pup’s back and with the other, he rose the pup’s leg up. It helped the little diaper-pup to balance himself on the ground.
“Look at me” the werewolf commanded, his eyes sparkled like the stars behind the cigarette’s smoke.
“This is how little doggies like you pee, with one leg up, it’s very easy. Now, pee” he commanded.
The guy looked at his handler, gazed into his sparkling eyes, almost hypnotized.
He began to wet himself as his diaper became wet and warm. He couldn’t stop. Some smoke got inside his mask, overtaking him. The diaper became fuller and fuller. He had so many drinks that night. The werewolf sensed his pup was done and he helped his leg down.
“Such a good boy! Here, have another treat!” he said and gave the puppy another tasty treat.
The puppy was so happy. he wiggled his butt again.
He got wonderful pleasures from his anus, dick, and mouth. His dick became so hard, pressing against his now giant wet diaper.
The werewolf stood up and continued to walk around the park, his puppy behind him, feeling nothing but sexual ecstasy.
The werewolf saw someone was walking towards them and was about to attack.
The puppy didn’t seem to notice anything, he was in such great pleasure.
“Great costumes man!” the man said in a hurry and walked past them.
“Thanks” said the werewolf while breathing out smoke.
The diaper-puppy was so aroused, so disconnected from the world. Every inch he moved took him to the edge. When the man walked in front of them, it took him by surprise and he almost jumped in his place. Not from the fear of being seen, but from his primal instinct. His body moved so that the plug was forced on his prostate and his diaper against his hard-on.
It was huge, he never was so aroused, he couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t want to, he was going to cum in his diaper.
“Woooooffffffffffffff” he barked at the moon as he was cumming a load into his wet diaper while raising his mittens.
After he came, his torso fell to the ground, his masked face too.
He was exhausted and fell asleep right there on the park’s trail.
“Thank you my pup, thank you for an amazing Halloween” said the werewolf from above.
He throw the cigarette bud on the ground and stepped on it. He gave the sleeping pup a little pet and with a quick movement disappeared behind the dark trees.
The next morning, the birds were singing, the sky was blue and people walked around the park.
“Are you okay buddy? It sure looks like you were partying hard last night” some college student tried to wake up our main hero.
The diaper-pup was opening his eyes, still wearing his damp diaper, tail, harness, mittens, and mask, while he tried to remember what happened last night, the night of Halloween.
Sit down and listen to this spooky Halloween story.
If you are not wearing a diaper, go put one on, because it gonna scare you to the point you might pee yourself.
Are you ready?
I’ve heard this one, from a guy, who was told by another guy, about what happened to a friend he used to know. This guy was a college dude, a very handsome guy, very kinky as well. It was Halloween and he just left a frat house party late at night. He had a few drinks and was a bit tipsy. To get to his dorms he had to go through a huge park, some would call it a small forest. Even though he was alone, he walked there so many times, day and night, it didn’t frighten him at all. A full moon was lighting his way when he heard a loud howl. It was the first time he ever heard a howl out there, but he just kept ongoing. Between the trees, the shadows were dancing, when he thought he saw two bright eyes. He shook his head then the eyes disappeared. He must have been drinking too many. A couple of minutes passed by when a voice called him behind the trees, whistling to him.
“Here boy, come here” the voice said.
“Who’s there?!” he shouted.
From the trees, a manly dark figure stepped forward.
“You are a cute little puppy” the figure said.
“What do you want man?” asked the guy.
“Oh boy, a man I am not” the figure said as he came closer.
The figure stepped into the moonlight.
It wasn’t a man, but it was something more beautiful.
It looked like a man, a massive muscular man, wearing only a pair of reaped jeans to his body. He was very hairy, too hairy. His face was very sharp, almost wolf-like. His cheeks were high and his eyebrows very bushy. His hair was short but very full and messy. His body hair was full of dead leaves. He smelled, different. Like the guy was attracted to his musk. His hands and feet were different as well. Maybe it was the lack of light but it seemed like he had claws.
“Okay, relax dude, I’m gonna…” said the guy.
“Oh you are not going anywhere, you’re coming with me!” the wolf-like man said.
The werewolf, for lack of a better word, jumped at the guy and grabbed him.
He held him in one arm, as he ran so fast into the woods. The guy was screaming and trying to release himself from the werewolf grab, but with no luck. The two went into a cave that the guy never noticed, inside the forest. The werewolf lowered him to the floor. It took a few moments, but from pitch black, his eyes got used to the dark and he could start to see the inside of the cave with the help of the bright moonlight.
“This is my den, do you like it little pup?” the werewolf asked.
“Listen” the guy said and got interrupted.
“No you listen, Halloween is the only night I can have my fun and you are going to be it, you are going to be my fun tonight. I always wanted a little pup, but… but now I have you! You are going to be my little diaper-pup for tonight!” the werewolf said with excitement.
He walked from the insides of the cave towards the guy, holding things in his hands.
Now the guy could see the werewolf very clearly. His face was mesmerizing when he revealed his sharp teeth. His look had some kind of magic.
“Are you going to be a good pup or will we have to do some training?” the werewolf asked.
“I’m going to be good” the guy said, nodding his head, not fully aware of what he said.
“Rollover and stand on all fours” the werewolf commanded.
The guy, now diaper-pup, rolled over and stood on all fours like he was commanded.
His big and thick diapered butt rose from the back. The mask’s snout pointed forward. The mittens helped him to stay stable on the floor.
“Very good boy! You are already trained I see! Yet, you still need a diaper, you are too little” he said and petted the pup’s head.
“Such a good boy, here, have a treat” the werewolf said and forced something through the mask to the pup’s mouth.
It was chewy but very tasty, so tasty.
The diaper-pup felt he would do anything for another treat.
“Do you want another treat? Let me get you into this harness” said the werewolf as he lifted the unseen by now harness, from the floor.
The pup would do anything for another treat and he stood still while the werewolf put him in the harness. Again, it was done so quickly. The werewolf took a treat into his hand and lowered himself to the diaper-pup height, raising to treat.
“Do you want this treat boy? Do you?” he teased the pup.
“Yeah I do” the pup said.
“From now on, no talking for you, only barking. Got it? Now bark! Woof!” the werewolf commanded.
“Woof!” the pup woofed.
“Good boy!” said the werewolf and gave his pup the treat.
The diaper-pup was so happy, he started to wiggle his butt.
“I almost forgot!” the werewolf raised his voice.
He got inside the cave and came out with a black silicon buttplug tail. He came to the pup, spat into his hand, and rubbed it into the pup’s hole. He spat again and rubbed it onto the plug.
“You are going to bark real loud right now” he said and forced the plug into the diaper-pup hole.
“Wooofffffffff” the pup barked so loud, it echoed in the den.
“Now you are proper to go for a walk”
Daddy knew you wanted a release, but he also knew you needed one.
Even after your retraining and baby treatment, baby boys like you kept their adult urges. It’s only natural that a boy like you, once a man, needed to have a release. Daddy had forbidden you to touch yourself or even your diaper and it didn’t take long for the pressure to build up inside of you. You became easily upset, agitated, and pouty. Daddy knew that if he wanted to keep you as his boy, he needed to make you a happy boy.
Like any other afternoon, daddy put you in your crib for a nap, but this time a giant teddy bear was waiting for you in it. It looked exactly like your favorite teddy bear, but much bigger. It made you so happy to see your friend that big.
“Awww. Is my little guy happy to see his friend in his crib?
Teddy is not here by coincidence, daddy brought him for a reason.
Lately, I’ve noticed you needed some kind of… interaction. So I thought to myself, my boy needed to have fun with his favorite friend in his most comfortable place, his crib.”
You looked at daddy, he was standing over the rails as he kept on talking.
“I checked your diaper, you are wet, but it’s okay because a wet diaper is a wonderful diaper. A wonderful diaper can feel so good while hugging your new big friend. He is so huggable, try it my boy” daddy ordered you with a hand wave.
Finally, after so long, you’re gonna cum-
In a wet diaper, humping against a giant stuffed animal, while your daddy watches you over your crib’s rails.
Stan lay on the puzzle mat, to his uncle’s feet, starting to wet his diaper. He had a very slow stream of pee flowing into his diaper. He was enjoying a relaxing innocent moment on the nursery floor. Stan had no rush to go anywhere, even to the bathroom. He just had fun being there, nursing on his bottle, to his uncle’s feet.
Uncle Gregory was reading the news and didn’t pay attention to Stan. It was weird for Stan, but it was a part of Gregory’s plan. Gregory knew he had to teach the baby how to enjoy and accept his place as a baby, without being rewarded by an adult. Adult babies have to be taught how to act like babies, without being forced to act like ones. That was Uncle Gregory’s specialty. He knew what his baby boys needed, he knew what Stan needed.
Slowly Stan’s diapers grew bulkier and bulkier, stretching his onesie. Stan felt the fabric pressing slightly over his shoulder. Not a huge pressure, it felt more like a hug. The wetness had spread all around his penis, between his butt cheeks, and felt in the back of his diaper.
The feeling was hypnotic, living only the moment, only the taste of the sweet liquid occupied his mind.
Uncle Gregory peaked behind the newspaper. He saw a big adult baby enjoying his time on the nursery floor, sucking on his half-finished bottle. How much he enjoyed seeing men regressing into small little babies. Emptying their adult mind while absorbing the full potential of the nursery. Uncle Gregory knew how much life can be hard to handle and he knew that some men are better of living as baby boys and let other men dealing with adult life. He didn’t judge them. He was there to lead them to their happy new place in life. Sometimes he needed to use a firm hand, sometimes a gentle one. Most of the time he needed both hands to get his boys there.
Stan finished wetting his diaper. He felt like he stopped, but it was a very lite feeling.
He couldn’t care less if his diaper was dry or wet, or if he peed or not.
The nursing made him a bit tired and he was about to dose off.
“Okay bud, it’s probably a time for your nap” said Uncle Gregory, as he came to pick him up.
Daddy took you to your first big trip since he turned you into an incontinent little baby.
You guys loved to take long trips around the country by train, it was your thing. Daddy thought it still was and that it was a good idea to give his new baby boy a good time in the trains he loved so much. He knew you were nervous, so he tried to calm you down saying he got you a whole private cabin just for you two, it worked.
For the big day, daddy stacked your diaper bag with everything that a good baby boy needed, all the good stuff you had grown to love or didn’t have the choice but to love.
After waddling your diapered ass to the cabin all the way from the station’s entrance, hoping nobody would notice how huge it looked, you sat down, releasing a breath of relief. Daddy walked in after you, locking the door behind him. He was happy to see that his boy had been so good and well behaved, he figured a pacifier will make you more relaxed, so he shoved it without asking you and you took it submissively, like the good boy that you are.
“I’m going to take a piss real quick. Put down your pants in the meantime, I want to check your diaper.” he said while unlocking the door and leaving the cabin.
You did as you were told and took down your pants, reviling a very wet diaper and plastic pants, and waited for your daddy to come back from the hallway.
Suddenly you heard two loud knocks on the door that just opened wide.
“Hello, tickets please.” the train’s conductor said and walked a step into the cabin.
As he looked at you, he stopped in his place, running his eyes all over you.
Puzzled, from looking surprised he turned confused.
Your heart sunk into your soaked diaper.
Behind him, daddy showed up. He saw the conductor was looking at you. You hoped he would say something to the conductor, but he just stood there, looking at the conductor and you, and smiled a sinister smile.
He liked it.
Would you just stop taking pictures of me diapered with your phone?
Please, just stop it. I’m getting tired of it.
I told you I like to wear diapers now and then because I was sure you’ll be cool with it. You seemed to be cool with it at the beginning but for some time now you make me feel funny about wearing them in front of you. Sure, I get that you like to tease me about it, calling me “A little pants wetter” or something like that, but I feel like my diapers are becoming more of a thing for you than they are for me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you took pictures of my diapered ass at the store the other day. Yeah, I know you did that.
I thought my little secret could be our little secret, but now I’m not so sure.
Can I have one evening watching a movie without you being weird about my diapers?
And not you’re taking another picture?!
That’s great, just great.
@dljctx just wanted to share his secret, that’s it.
You can’t recognize yourself
You can’t recognize yourself as a man anymore, only as a baby boy.
You haven’t heard your name for a long time. It was always “baby”, “sweetie”, “kiddo”. You didn’t use the toilet or even seen it in weeks. They were locked from the beginning and now you can’t even hold it anymore. Your adult clothes were nowhere to be found. You always wore printed onesies and shortalls. You haven’t slept in a real bed for months. It started with a single race car bed and in these last few weeks, you’ve been moved to a giant crib. You couldn’t remember how beer or even cock tasted like. You got used to only water and baby formula, from a bottle. You used to chew gum, but that was a thing of the past, a pacifier became your oral fix.
When men are around you, they keep talking between themselves about work and sports. When they talk to you, they praise you for being such a good boy using your diapers or asking if you want your paci because you’re being fussy. They’ll put you to bed early because they want to watch a scary movie that they know will give you nightmares.
If you act like a baby, dressed as a baby, other men treat you as a baby, so you must be a baby right?
The real men are right.
You are a baby.
Daddy got you a new coloring book. It had your favorite characters from your favorite new tv show. Every day daddy made sure you’ll sit in front of the TV and watch baby’s shows. You liked those doggies so much, so you were so excited to get on with the coloring.
“Right there! Right there!” another voice was yelling.
You sucked on your pacifier that daddy had put in your mouth not too long ago. He said you needed to stay quiet while having fun coloring, so you did just that. Besides you were all kinds of colored markers you planned to use. You chose the black one because you wanted to start with the nose.
“You like that don’t you? Say it!” moans continued from the other room.
You held your teddy bear and had a bottle of water next to you if you needed to drink. You had all that you need to keep yourself busy for a little while. Daddy made sure you’ll keep yourself busy. An hour ago he and another person came back home straight to the bedroom. A few moments later he walked out and surprised you with a new coloring book, saying the adults shouldn’t be interrupted.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” waves of pleasure echoed.
I’m just a baby.
I like coloring.
I like my paci and teddy.
I like my diapers.
Every time you heard voices from the other room, your mind unwillingly repeated those words. While coloring the dog’s nose, your diaper became wet.
The big presentation
Yesterday was the most humiliating day in my life.
My boss had ordered me to create a presentation for our big CEO. I worked my ass off for a month to collect all the data and analyze it. My boss wanted the presentation to be amazing and between the lines, I figured my promotion was on the line. A week before the big day, my boss and I worked on the data together to make it perfect. We drank so much coffee and energy drinks, day and night. I had to pee frequently, more than I used to. Even my boss noticed I was going to the bathroom a lot and joked about it and said maybe I should wear a diaper until we’ll finish it. We practiced the presentation and the whole thing took about thirty minutes. It felt like we nailed it.
“You did a great job” he said and jokingly punched my stomach.
“I knew I make people nervous, but you didn’t have to be that nervous son”
My face turned all red while I was looking down.
I never felt so embarrassed.
The Jizn
Шокирующая история, которую стоит прочесть каждому. Она стоит жизни
Писать про это не хотела, но люди старшие и умные посоветовали это сделать. Это шокирующая история, которую стоит прочесть каждому, теперь я в этом уверена. Она стоила жизни одному из ее участников. И она может спасти чью-то жизнь. На прошлой неделе я ехала в свой ВУЗ. Немного опаздывала, что было для меня привычно, я стояла […]
Писать про это не хотела, но люди старшие и умные посоветовали это сделать. Это шокирующая история, которую стоит прочесть каждому, теперь я в этом уверена. Она стоила жизни одному из ее участников. И она может спасти чью-то жизнь.
На прошлой неделе я ехала в свой ВУЗ. Немного опаздывала, что было для меня привычно, я стояла в переполненном вагоне, с наушниками в ушах, размышляла о предстоящем госэкзамене. Руки по привычке держала в карманах, и анималась разглядыванием людей возле меня.
Рядом стояли двое парнишек, тетка в необъятной шубе и пожилой человек в добротном пальто, меховой шапке и с блестящим кашне на шее.Собственно, смотрела я на его кашне, размышляя о том, какая же это безвкусица. А еще он не очень твердо стоял на ногах. Вернее, практически не стоял.
Вынув наушники, я стала прислушиваться, что говорят про него парнишки-те острили на тему «середина дня, а уже пьяный в каку». Решив, что таки человек в кашне действительно пьян, я заткнула уши, начала вспоминать свою бурную молодость и задумалась. Ведь, выпив столько, что не можешь стоять, ты будешь источать определенный аромат, который не забить жвачками, зубной пастой и одеколоном.
От человека в кашне не пахло совсем. Это было странно.
Из вагона мы вышли вместе. Он, покачиваясь и чуть ли не падая, пошел в сторону перехода на другую ветку. Я взвесив, смогу ли я не думать весь день о том, что могла помочь пьяному избежать падения под поезд, но прошла мимо…
… чертыхнулась про себя, но подошла к нему и спросила, все ли в порядке. Человек ответил — и это было страшно. Потому что он ПЕРЕПУТАЛ СЛОГИ В СЛОВАХ. Поняв по моему лицу, что что-то не так, он испуганно на меня посмотрел.
Вспомнив одно время тиражировавшиеся в соц. сетях описания признаков инсульта, я с замиранием сердца попросила его улыбнуться. Просьба была странная, мне пришлось его уговаривать: «Ну, пожалуйста, улыбнитесь!Красивая молодая девушка просит Вас об улыбке — неужели вы не улыбнетесь?» Он попробовал улыбнуться.
Улыбка растянулась на пол-лица. ЭТО БЫЛ ИНСУЛЬТ!
Что было дальше? Дальше я положила его на лавочку. Дальше я звонила в скорую. Дальше я, перекрикивая гул поездов, ругалась с оператором скорой, потому что мне раздраженным голосом продиктовали семизначный номер — «Это врачи московского метрополитена, туда и звоните». Изрыгнув трехэтажную конструкцию, смысл которой сводился к тому, что у меня на коленях умирает человек, звонить из метро шумно, и вообще ЭТО ВАША РАБОТА, добилась того, что мне сказали «не волнуйтесь, бригада выезжает».
Дальше были 20 минут, которые я не забуду никогда.
С лежащим рядом человеком, который бледнел, зеленел — умирал на моих глазах. С проходящими мимо людьми, которых я умоляла дойти хотя бы до тетеньки в будке эскалатора и сказать, что тут происходит, или привести мента. И которые либо просто проходили мимо, либо останавливались, говорили «девушка, мне некогда» и уходили. Потом приехала скорая. Мужчину быстро погрузили на носилки и… кошмар продолжился.
Я понимаю — час пик. Все опаздывают. Всем некогда. Но кем нужно быть, чтобы НЕ ПРОПУСКАТЬ ВРАЧЕЙ С НОСИЛКАМИ, НА КОТОРЫХ ЛЕЖИТ БЕЛЫЙ, КАК ПРОСТЫНЯ ЧЕЛОВЕК. То есть, это риторический вопрос. Нужно быть БЕЗДУШНОЙ толпой.
Через пару часов мне позвонил мальчик из бригады, который взял мой номер, и сказал, что мужчина умер в машине на подъезде к больнице — слишком долго он ждал помощи и не дождался. Я даже не знаю, как его звали.
Но теперь я знаю страшную, чудовищную вещь — я могу умереть на глазах нескольких сот людей, и никто не остановится. Меня не станет — но ОНИ НЕ ОПОЗДАЮТ. И рассчитывать можно только на себя, да чуть-чуть на Бога.
И еще — я не зареклась писать в соц. сети всяческие призывы и тому подобное. НО ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! Отрывайтесь иногда от своих мыслей и смотрите по сторонам. Пожалуйста, даже если вам кажется, что человек рядом с вами пьян, псих, неадекват, не бойтесь подойти и посмотреть внимательнее, точно ли это алкоголь, наркотики, психическое заболевание. Максимум плохого, что может с вами случиться — вас пошлют дорогой длинной куда подальше. НО ЭТО НЕ ТАК СТРАШНО! А, может быть, вы спасете человеку жизнь. Или, хотя бы, дадите ему шанс за эту жизнь побороться…
И еще… У вас займёт всего одну минуту прочесть следующее… Нейрохирурги говорят, что если они в течении 3 часов успевают к жертве инсульта, то последствия приступа могут быть устранены. Трюк состоит в том, чтобы распознать и диагностицировать инсульт и приступить к лечению в первые 3 часа — что, конечно, не просто.
Распознай инсульт: Существуют 4 шага к распознанию инсульта:
▪ попроси человека улыбнуться (он не сможет это сделать нормально);
▪ попроси сказать простое предложение (напр. «Сегодня хорошая погода»);
▪ попроси поднять обе руки (не сможет или только частично сможет поднять);
▪ попроси высунуть язык (если язык искривлён, повёрнут — это тоже признак).
Если проблемы возникнут даже с одним из этих заданий — звони в неотложку и описывай симптомы по телефону. Один кардиолог сказал, что, разослав это сообщение как минимум 10 адресатам, можно быть уверенным, что чья-нибудь жизнь — может быть и ваша — будет спасена. Мы шлём каждый день столько «мусора» по свету, что может стоит разок пустить по проводам действительно что-то полезное и нужное.