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KABUL – Two helicopters collided Monday in southern Afghanistan, killing four American troops and injuring two, the military said.
A third U.S. helicopter crashed in a separate incident in the west, leaving “some dead,” U.S. military spokeswoman Elizabeth Mathias said. She did not have details on how many or their nationalities.
It was unclear what caused the collision in the south. U.S. military spokesman Col. Wayne Shanks said the military had ruled out hostile fire but he did not have any other details. He said the injured had been evacuated to hospitals inside Afghanistan.
The third helicopter went down during an operation by Afghan and international forces in which a dozen militants were killed, the military said. It said the crash happened in western Afghanistan without giving a more precise location.
Mathias said hostile fire or other insurgent activity was not believed to be the cause, but they were still looking into all possibilities. Troops from the U.S., other NATO countries and Afghanistan were on board the helicopter, she said, adding that a recovery operation was under way.
Taliban spokesman Qari Yusuf Ahmedi claimed Taliban forces shot down the helicopter in Badghis province’s Darabam district. Badghis is in the northwest of the country. It was impossible to verify the claim.
This has been the deadliest year for international and U.S. forces since the 2001 invasion to oust the Taliban. Fighting spiked around the presidential vote in August, and 51 U.S. soldiers died that month — the deadliest for American forces in the eight-year war.
More than 30 American troops have died so far in October.
The deaths come as U.S. officials debate whether to send tens of thousands more troops to the country and the Afghan government scrambles to organize a Nov. 7 runoff election between President Hamid Karzai and his top challenger from an August vote that was sullied by massive ballot-rigging.
President Barack Obama’s administration is hoping the runoff will produce a legitimate government. Another flawed election would cast doubt on the wisdom of sending more troops to support a weak government tainted by fraud.
On Sunday, Karzai and his rival, former Foreign Minister Abdullah Abdullah, both ruled out a power-sharing deal before the runoff, saying the second round of balloting must be held as planned to bolster democracy in this war-ravaged country.
Meanwhile, security forces in Kabul fired automatic rifles into the air for a second day Monday to contain hundreds of stone-throwing university students angered over the alleged desecration of a Muslim holy book, the Quran, by U.S. troops during an operation two weeks ago in Wardak province. Firetrucks were also brought in to push back protesters with water cannons. Police said several officers were injured in the mayhem.
U.S. and Afghan authorities have denied any such desecration and insist that the Taliban are spreading the rumor to stir up public anger. The rumor has sparked similar protests in Wardak and Khost provinces.
On Sunday, the students in the capital burned Obama in effigy and chanted slogans such as “down with Americans, down with Israel” as they marched from Kabul University to the parliament building, where riot police turned them back.

One morning a fox sees a cock.He
think,”This is my breakfast.”
He comes up to the cock and says,”I know
you can sing very well.Can you sing for me?”The
cock is glad.He closes his eyes and begins
to sing.The fox sees that and caches him in his mouth and carries him away.
The people in the field see the fox.They cry,”Look,look!The fox is carrying the cock away.”The cock says to the fox,”Mr Fox,do you understand?The people say you are carrying their cock away.Tell them it is yours.Not theirs.”
The fox opens his mouth ang says,”The cock is mine,not yours.”Just then the cock runs away from the fox and flies into the tree.

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed their boats and left. Except for love.
     Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
     When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
    Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
    “Richness, can you take me with you?”
     Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”
     Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!”
    “I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.
     Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”
     “Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”
     Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
     Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the older name . When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way.
     Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who helped me?”
     “It was Time,” Knowledge answered.
     “Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”
      Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

Feelings

From this story, I know: Only time is capable understanding how valuable Love is .

Richness, Vanity, Sadness, Happiness…We all need them, but I think Love and time are the most important. Everybody has Love and time, but we must learn how to cherish and grasp them. We can’t use the money to buy them, and they are more important than the others.

So, please cherish and grasp Love and time,

our life is going to be better and better!

Every afternoon, as the children were coming back from school, they used to go and play in the giant’s garden.
It was a beautiful large garden. Beautiful flowers grew in the grass. There were twelve fruit trees. In the spring the fruit trees were covered with red and white flowers, and later in the year they bore rich fruit. The birds sang in the trees so sweetly that sometimes the children stopped their games and listened to them. “How happy we are here!” they cried to each other.
One day the giant came back. He had been away for seven years. When he arrived, he saw the children playing in his garden. “What are you doing here?” he cried in a very loud voice. The children ran away.
“My own garden is my own garden,” said the giant. “I will allow no one to play in it but myself. “So he built a high wall round it and put up a notice: Keep out. He was a very selfish giant.
So the children had nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was dusty and full of hard stone, and they did not like it. They wandered round the high walls when their lessons were finished and talked about the beautiful garden inside. “How happy we were there!” they said to each other.
The spring came, and there were flowers and little birds all over the country. But in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was till winter the birds did not like to sing in it because there were no children, and the trees forgot to bear flowers. Snow covered up the grass, and ice covered all the trees with silver. The north wind came, and driving rain.
“I can’t understand why the spring is so late in coming,” said the Selfish Giant as he sat at the window of his house and looked out at his cold white garden. “I hope that there will be a change in the weather.”
But the spring never came, nor the summer. When there was golden fruit in every other garden, there was no fruit in the the giant’s garden. It was always winter there with the north wind, and snow, and ice, and driving rain.
The giant was lying in bed one morning when he heard some beautiful music. It was a little bird singing outside his window. It was so long since he had heard the song of a bird that it seemed to him the most beautiful music in the world. Then the north wind and the rain stopped.
“I believe that spring has come at last!” said the giant. He jumped out of bed and looked out.
What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight. The children had come in though a hole in the wall and were sitting in the branches of the trees. There was a little child in every tree that he could see. The trees were so glad to have the children back that they had covered themselves with flowers: the birds were flying about and singing with joy, and flowers were looking up through the green grass.
A little boy was standing in the farthest corner of the garden. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, but was wandering round it and weeping. That tree was still covered with ice and snow.
“How selfish I have been!” said the giant. “Now I know why the spring would not come here. I’ll put the little boy on the top of the tree. Then I’ll pull down the wall and my garden shall be a children’s playground for ever.” He was really sorry for what he had done.
So he went down: he opened the door very quietly, and went out into the garden. But, when the children saw him, they were afraid and ran away. Only the little boy did not run: his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the giant coming. The giant came quietly behind him. He took the little boy gently in his hand and put him up into the tree. Then the tree was suddenly covered with flowers, and the birds came and sang in it, and the little boy put his arms round the giant’s neck and kissed him.
The other children saw that giant was not bad and selfish now, so they came running back.
“It’s your garden now, little children,” said the giant, and he pulled down the wall.
When the people were going along the road to the town, they found the giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.
The children played all day, and in the evening they came to the giant to say goodbye to him.
“But where is your little friend?” he said. “Where is the little boy I put in the tree?” The giant loved him best because the little boy had kissed him.
“We don’t know,” answered the children. “he has gone away.”
“You must tell him to come tomorrow, he must come tomorrow.” “We don’t know where he lives. We had never seen him before.” The giant felt very sad.
Every afternoon when school ended, the children came and played with the giant. But the little boy whom the giant loved was never seen again. The giant was very kind to all the children, but he did want to see his first little friend. “How much I would like to see him!” he said.
Years went by, and the giant became very old and weak. He could not play in the garden now; so he sat in a big chair and watched the children at their games and looked at his beautiful garden. “I have many beautiful flowers,” he said, “but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.”
One morning, when he was dressing himself, he looked out of the window. He did not hate the winter now, because he knew that the spring was sleeping and the flowers were resting: he knew that they would come again.
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes; he looked again at the wonderful sight! In the farthest corner of the garden there was a tree quite covered with beautiful white flowers. Its branches were golden, and silver fruit hung down from them. And the little boy whom he loved was standing under the tree.
He ran out into the garden: he hurried across the grass and came near the child. When he came quite close, his face became red with anger and he said, “Who has dared to wound you?” There were marks on the child’s hands, and on the little feet.
“Who had dared to wound you?” cried the giant. “Tell me and I will take my sword and kill him!”
“No,” said the child, “These are the wounds of love.”
“Who are you?” said the giant. He was afraid, and knelt before the little child.
“You once let me play in your garden,” said the child. “Today you’ll come with me into my garden in heaven.”
When the children came into the garden on that afternoon, they found the giant lying dead under the tree, covered with white flowers.
I. Translation for Reference.

Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? — If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?                                                                  
I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.                             
What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?

Wife talking to her husband (who reads newspaper all day): I wish I were a newspaper so I’ll be in your hands all day.
　　Husband: I wish that too, so I could change you daily
　　JOKE 2
　　A little boy asked his father: Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?
　　The father replied: I don ‘t know son. I ‘m still paying!!
　　JOKE 3
　　At midnight father saw that his married son leaving home… He asks him: what are you doing?
　　The son replied: Dad I am fed up with my life! My newly marriage is not going well, my wife and my mom keep fighting with each other! I have to pay bills for my in-laws, and I hate this life!!! I want to go far from here, I want to taste every joy of life, and I want to have every fun of life!!!
　　Father said: Wait!!!!!!!! I am coming with you
　　JOKE 4
　　A woman goes to England to attend a 2-week company training session. Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.
　　The wife answered: Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?
　　The husband laughed and said: An English girl!!!
　　The woman kept quiet and left. Two weeks later he picked her up in the airport and asked: So honey, how was the trip?
　　The wife: Very good, thank you.
　　The husband: And, what happened to my present?
　　The wife: Which present?
　　The husband: What I asked for: the English girl?
　　The wife: Oh, that! Well, I did what I could; now we have to wait a few months to see if it’s a girl!!!
　　JOKE 5
　　A couple goes to an art gallery. They find a picture of a naked woman with only her privates covered with leaves. The wife doesn ‘t like it and moves on, but the husband keeps looking. The wife asks, “What are you waiting for? ” The husband replies, “autumn. ”
　　JOKE 6
　　A man is sitting reading his newspaper when the wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan. “What the hell was that for? ” he asks. “That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pockets with the name Mary Ellen written on it, ” she replies. Don ‘t be silly, ” he says. “Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Mary Ellen was the name of one of the horses I bet on. ” She seems satisfied at this, and she apologizes. Three days later he ’s again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold. When he comes around, he asks again, “What the hell was that for? ” “Your fucking horse just phoned. ”
　　JOKE 7
　　Wife to husband: you were so drunk last night that you insulted your boss.
　　Husband: piss on him! Wife: you did and he fired you!
　　Husband: fuck him!
　　Wife: I did and you can go back to work tomorrow.
　　JOKE 8
　　A couple drove several miles down a country road with intense silence. Not a word was said to each other. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither wanted to concede his position. As they passed a barnyard of mules and pigs, the wife sarcastically asked, “Relatives of yours? ” “Yep, ” the husband replied, “in-laws “.

INDIANAPOLIS (AP)—Former Arizona swimmer Lacey Nymeyer was honored as the NCAA woman of the year at a dinner Sunday night.
Nymeyer earned a silver medal in the 400-meter freestyle relay at the 2008 Olympic games. She helped lead Arizona to the 2008 NCAA Division I women’s swimming and diving team championship. She also captured a gold medal at the 2007 FINA World Championships in the 800-meter freestyle relay.
The award honors student athletes who have completed their college eligibility, demonstrated academic and athletic excellence and engaged in community service and leadership opportunities.
She is the third student-athlete from Arizona and sixth swimmer to win the award.

If her check was bigger, 76-year-old Agnes Conti might be able to spring for a better cut of meat for her pot roast. She could afford to send her nine grandchildren more than $20 for their birthdays and Christmas. She’d be able to spring for some nice new clothes, like she sees on QVC, not what she settles for at Walmart.
If only. The government has said the Social Security checks Conti and tens of millions of other seniors rely on as their primary source of income will not increase next year as consumer prices have fallen overall. And while the retired hospital clerk will get by, she’ll be watching her spending even closer, knowing she can’t expect the annual raise she’s been accustomed to.
“We were good citizens all our lives. We went to work, we lived by the book, we weren’t on welfare, we didn’t ask the city for anything,” Conti said while taking a break from crafts at a senior center here. “And what do we get?”
At the Southwest Focal Point Senior Center in this Fort Lauderdale suburb, seniors lamented the cost-of-living freeze, praised a White House plan for $250 checks to soften the blow, but took all of the news in stride, saying they’ve had a lifetime of experience living on a fixed income and would manage with the money they currently receive.
Frank Ferreira sits in the center’s lobby, near a decorative fireplace and an autumn centerpiece. The 90-year-old retired truck driver loves to sing, even practicing on a karaoke machine at home, and loves to dance even more. He gets about $890 a month from Social Security, most of which he hands over to his daughter to help pay his share of the bills.
The money isn’t the biggest issue, Ferreira said. It’s the message the government is sending about caring for seniors.
“I could use a little more, but that’s all right, I get along,” he said. “But I think that we deserve it, the elderly. You can’t just discard them. You’ve got to help them.”
Nearby, 89-year-old Miriam Danzinger is shuffling along with a walker. She gets about $1,300 monthly in Social Security, and after rent and other expenses, including a MediGap plan, she has little to spare. Her daughter helps pay her bills.
When her Chevrolet Cavalier broke down a few months back, Danzinger was forced to give it up. When she goes to the store, she’s thrifty, having learned how to cut grocery costs when she ran a coffee shop. She lives as simply as possible.
“Listen, there’s no money. People are going hungry,” she said. “But what can I say? I’m only a little ant.”
The freeze in next year’s checks is the first since automatic Social Security cost-of-living increases were adopted in 1975, and follows a 5.8 percent increase in January, the largest since 1982. By law, the adjustments are pegged to inflation, which is negative this year because of lower energy costs.
The Obama administration plan to send $250 stimulus payments to about 57 million seniors, veterans, retired railroad workers and people with disabilities, would amount to a roughly 2 percent raise for the average Social Security recipient. If approved, the checks would cost about $13 billion, though there is no plan yet how to finance them.
While seniors here have grown used to the annual raises, many of them said they’re willing to cut the government some slack given the recession and the federal deficit.
“When they have the money, they give us the raise. If they don’t have it, they don’t have it,” said Lucy Polieto, a retired waitress who lives in Southwest Ranches. She wears a glittery gold sweater and chains around her neck, and walks with a spry bounce that belies her 94 years. “Sometimes, I’m so surprised when I look at the check and I get a raise.”
The news this week that checks would be stagnant is buffered by some positives: Seniors won’t be getting any less than they already do, most recipients’ Medicare part B premiums will freeze as well, and the president’s plan could soften the blow. But because the stimulus payments would be a one-time check, not a raise that would continue over their lifetime, for many seniors it means thousands of dollars, compounded, that they’ll never see.
For those in poverty, the raise could have made a huge difference. But for the average senior simply living on a fixed income, it is seen less in dollars and cents, and more in the tangible costs they might be more careful with.
Polieto cooks eggplant, chicken cacciatori and pasta fazool. A raise could have given her more leeway with her grocery bill.
“Then I could buy some steaks, maybe,” she said. “But I’d rather have a pork chop.”