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Hola.

hello

I'm not THAT good :rolleyes2

You're forgot one more plus

I'll have you know, I'm an 'A++++++++++plus' student from way back, AKA a nerd

Fail

Originally Posted by Christmas

YOU HAVE FAILED AGAIN!

If Christmas isn't here to do it herself, by golly I'll do it for her!

>>Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg,>lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to>keep>food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household,>a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his>trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.>>Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer>the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their>talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be>>financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the>Academy.>>After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two>boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser>would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support>his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother>who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support>the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork>or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.>>They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer>won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the>dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother,>whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation.>Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than>those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he>was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.>>When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held>a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant>homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music>and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of>the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of>sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His>closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now>it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and>I will take care of you.">>All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table>where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his>lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over>and over, "No ...no ...no ...no.">>Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He>glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his>>hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot>go=>>to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in>the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have>been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from>arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to>return>your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas>with a pen or a brush. No, brother ... for me it is too late.">>More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds>of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors,>charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great>museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people,>are>familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely>being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction>hanging in your home or office.>>One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed,>Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with>palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his>powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost>immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed>his tribute of love "The Praying Hands.">>The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a>second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one>>->no one - - ever makes it alone!> -Author unknown <<>>>

I only have two.

You can bet your three asses I meant that