I totally disagree with this statement. Yes, people may enjoy warmer weather and "It can be difficult in the middle of winter - especially if you live in the frigid Northeastern U.S., as I do - to remain convinced that global warming will be such a bad thing. Beyond the fact that people prefer warmth to cold, there's a reason the world's population is clustered in the Tropics and subtropics: warmer climates usually mean longer and richer growing seasons. So it's easy to imagine that on a warmer globe, the damage inflicted by more frequent and severe heat waves would be balanced by the agricultural benefits of warmer temperatures."

I'm learning more about food security in Africa right now, and in particular what I'm wondering about is why is there such a huge food shortage in Africa? While i was researching this question online i found this blog, entitled " Fighting for Africa's food security" It caught my attention because it seemed like it would be interesting and that the answer to my question would be within this blog. I thought this because of the title it had the words food security in it which i know is related to hunger so, it caught my attention. "When I asked her why she put herself through this, she replied: "This is how I wake up every day, this is how I survive." I am now in my twenties and my grandmother is still out there on her plot each day. She continues to till her field with a hand hoe, using seed saved from previous harvests, and applying a teaspoonful of fertiliser per maize plant. Her working hours and type of inputs have remained the same over the years; however, the yields have been declining drastically. "

I'm currently being and feeling alone and by yourself in the world and somewhere new. My question is What will it be like to be on my own? i was researching this question online and this poem popped up which is a poem by Edgar Allen Poe entitled alone " Alone User Rating: 9.1 /10 (365 votes) 0 Print friendly version 0 E-mail this poem to e friend 0 Send this poem as eCard 0 Add this poem to MyPoemList From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Edgar Allan Poe "

Finally someone who agrees with me. That every time things go right they go wrong. I think it's just life's twisted sense of humor.like with the guy in blog he got a paper jam -his printer broke,, he replaced the printer and the steamer broke it just proves it if it's not one thing it's another. it's not this it's that why cant the world just let us be happy so i hear you printer man. the world sucks.but i refuse to get use to it!!!