This is not related to any certain article. Rather, it’s in relation to your paper altogether.
My parents turned me on to The Epoch Times a few months ago. I was down in Manchester, Ga., visiting for the holidays, and caught a glimpse of your paper on their coffee table. When I’m not visiting the gardens my mother volunteers at, struggling to contort myself as easily as she does in her yoga class with her friends, or simply going with her to the Piggly Wiggly down at the bottom of the hill to buy some more three for $9.99 Cul-de-Sac wine (by the way, it’s pretty darn good for the money!), I’m trying to keep up with my father on the latest politics. With nothing else to do at the moment, I grab your paper and am completely sucked into the interesting stories and world news I sometimes neglect to notice during my busy day.
So I was elated to see when my first The Epoch Times arrived in my mailbox; one of the mindful Christmas gifts given to my husband and me from my father (like him, I’m practical and buy gifts that I know people will USE). My husband and I work for the same company; that’s how we met. We both work in IT, he being from the business side as an engineer and plant manager, and me being, well, always from IT. I always fancied myself as being “smarter” than him because, after all, I’m very technical and know all the tables and fields and read all the code in our system.
In any case, it didn’t take long for him to find the crossword and mind-bending section of your paper. The Epoch Times usually arrives in our mailbox around Wednesday or Thursday. By the end of the week, he has mastered all of the riddles, crossword puzzles, hidden letters, etc.—to my frustration, he spends more time now in the bathroom downstairs. On a few occasions, I admit that I have picked up the section and tried to solve some of the pieces and to be honest barely got anywhere with it.
But this morning while I was making my coffee, I was flipping through the Lifestyles section and eventually flipped over to a crossword puzzle. Alas! I was acing it! I figured, well, maybe I’m smarter in the morning when I’ve had a good night’s sleep, no? A few minutes into it, I glanced around the page to the surrounding comments and facts, only to realize this was the “For Kids Only” page. So yeah, maybe my husband IS smarter than me. In his own way...
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