How often do you wash your towel? Some people wash once a week, while some, once a year. The towel is a fertile breeding ground for millions of microbes, especially those found on human skin and on the gut. No wonder the towel is one of the objects that facilitate fecal-oral contamination (literally connecting the two ends of the gut). Worse still, most people keep towels in the bathroom (near the toilet). Every flush of the toilet sends mist with millions of microbes, ranging from H.pylori, salmonella and other deadly bacteria and viruses. When you wash your hands ready for a meal, and dry them with your body towel, there's high chance you are directly ingesting your fecal matter, or, if in a shared lavatory, someone else's faeces. Unless cleaned well, viruses such as human papillomavirus (causes warts, anal cancer and cervical cancer) can be transmitted when towels are shared with infected individuals. So, what to do? 1. Launder towels once a week. 2. Use hot water and det...
There were two brothers,
8 and 10 years old, who
were exceedingly
mischievous. Whatever
went wrong in the
neighborhood, it turned
out they had had a hand in
it. Their parents were at
their wits’ end trying to
control them. Hearing
about a priest nearby who
worked with delinquent
boys, the mother
suggested to the father
that they ask the priest to
talk with the boys. The
father agreed.
The mother went to the
priest and made her
request.
He agreed, but said he
wanted to see the younger
boy first and alone.
So the mother sent him to
the priest.
The priest sat the boy
down across from him at a
huge impressive desk.
For about five minutes
they just sat and stared
at each other.
Finally, the priest pointed
his forefinger at the boy
and asked, “Where is
God?”
The boy looked under the
desk, in the corners of the
room, all around, but said
nothing.
Again, louder, the priest
pointed at the boy and
asked, “Where is God?”
Again the boy looked all
around but said nothing.
A third time, in a louder,
firmer voice, the priest
leaned far across the
desk and put his
forefinger almost to the
boy’s nose, and asked,
“Where is God?”
The boy panicked and ran
all the way home.
Finding his older brother,
he dragged him upstairs
to their room and into the
closet, where they
usually plotted their
mischief.
He finally said, “We are in
BIG trouble.”
The older boy asked,
“What do you mean, ‘BIG
trouble’?”
His brother replied, “God
is missing and they think
we did it!
8 and 10 years old, who
were exceedingly
mischievous. Whatever
went wrong in the
neighborhood, it turned
out they had had a hand in
it. Their parents were at
their wits’ end trying to
control them. Hearing
about a priest nearby who
worked with delinquent
boys, the mother
suggested to the father
that they ask the priest to
talk with the boys. The
father agreed.
The mother went to the
priest and made her
request.
He agreed, but said he
wanted to see the younger
boy first and alone.
So the mother sent him to
the priest.
The priest sat the boy
down across from him at a
huge impressive desk.
For about five minutes
they just sat and stared
at each other.
Finally, the priest pointed
his forefinger at the boy
and asked, “Where is
God?”
The boy looked under the
desk, in the corners of the
room, all around, but said
nothing.
Again, louder, the priest
pointed at the boy and
asked, “Where is God?”
Again the boy looked all
around but said nothing.
A third time, in a louder,
firmer voice, the priest
leaned far across the
desk and put his
forefinger almost to the
boy’s nose, and asked,
“Where is God?”
The boy panicked and ran
all the way home.
Finding his older brother,
he dragged him upstairs
to their room and into the
closet, where they
usually plotted their
mischief.
He finally said, “We are in
BIG trouble.”
The older boy asked,
“What do you mean, ‘BIG
trouble’?”
His brother replied, “God
is missing and they think
we did it!
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