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My life was a mess. My wife had run off with an alien, the bank had collapsed leaving me without any savings, my employer had locked us all out and was sniggering behind the doors of his mansion while we shivered in the unseasonal summer snow. I didn't think things could get any worse.
Then, I was run over by a snow plough!
You can imagine how I felt. Despair, depression, defeated, and lots of other things beginning with "D" (Suggestions welcome in your replies to this post).
One day, I was crawling along, barely able to raise my head above ankle level, as passers by stopped to give me their daily kick, when I caught sight of my reflection in the bakers shop window.
"Hang on," I thought. "I'm looking at the greatest spell caster I've ever met, I wonder if I can help me?"
Sure enough, I could - although I was cautiously skeptical at first. Especially when I started demanding ("D" remember) cash from myself.
Nevertheless, I persisted and coughed up the little remaining change I had.
Immediately I sprang into action. Taking out my magic wand, I waived it in the air, and chanted for all I was worth.
Within a few days, everything changed for the better.
The sun came out and melted the snow as the planet swung back onto its more typical summer axis, my former employer came out to collect his milk, saw me, and rehired me on the spot (and at twice HIS wage!). The bank reopened, having realised that the shoe box they kept MY money in was safe after all! My wife beamed back into my life from outer space (I told the alien he could keep her).
Oh, and the snow plough that had hit me got a mysterious puncture.
Now, if, like me, you've got a few problems, why not do the sensible thing and learn how to sort them out? Or, you can email someone even more wonderful than me (you won't have to look far, I'm sure) and see where that gets you.
Threre's a lot of genuine folk out there who can help, but you won't find them promising miracles (I was just lucky I guess). So, surfers, engage common sense, and boldly go.
And remember, submit your "D" words to win a prize (er, not really people, there's no prize really, OK?).
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