Don't smoke, it's bad for you and eat fruits and vegetables daily. Thank you. This is your president.
Fruits and vegetables contain up to 97 percent water therefore you can retain water from eating them.
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My name is Nicole from ___ my health tip for the day is eat ___ things fruits and vegetables. This food give you carbohydrates for energy plus vitamins minerals and fiber beside they taste good try bread such as whole wheat bagel(?) and peanuts, spaghetti and some oatmeal are also great and the grain group banana strawberry and melons are some great tasting fruits try your vegetables raw or a ___ with salad.
This is Mark Fried from Oxfam calling from Port-au-Prince, Haiti. On Sunday I had the chance to visit the Petitionville golf course and at first glance when you arrive it looks like any golf course in any town, anywhere in the world. The entrance is a high, ornate gate; you come through the round driveway with the fine stone clubhouse with a terrace that overlooks the course. Then the first difference becomes apparent. The clubhouse has become the living quarters for the US Marines. A couple of hundred of them it seems. Lounging about on the cots, reading and drinking sodas, some of them are working out on exercise machines. They’ve set up a nice little medical clinic on the clubhouse lawn and there is a line-up of patients, most of them women and children, stretched all around the big tent housing the clinic. From the clubhouse and the lawn on the hill, you can look down on the nine-hole course and though you can see where the golf course was, you can see it’s not a golf course any more. Nearly every open space is filled with make-shift shelters made of bed sheets and cardboard, wood and bits of plastic. There are 50,000 people squeezed into these twenty-seven hectares. We walked down the path and came to a checkpoint asking people coming onto the course what their business was, and someone from the camp security committee was asking the same thing of the people heading the other way. They weren’t harassing anyone, past that point, there were no military to be seen, thought people told us that soldiers has kindly provided generators for the Oxfam latrines and bathing areas. It was Sunday, so most people were relaxing, but a number of them were making the campsite a little more level using hoes and their hands. I saw people lining up for water at the Oxfam bladder, and the Oxfam latrines and bathing areas were getting steady use. Each customer got information from the volunteer monitor about keeping it clean and washing your hands. It’s become like a small town or a city. People have set up small businesses in their shelters, there’s a barber, a hairdresser, a corner-store. There’s a shelter with a generator where you can charge your telephone. There’s even a market area where on Sunday at least, vendors are selling fruits and vegetables; cigarettes and candy; rice and candles and charcoal. It’s a city sprung up on a golf course. Happily, it’s now fairly clean of human waste, thanks to Oxfam having helped the residents build the latrines which are now dotted throughout the community, while some of them collect the trash. You can still see where the tee-off area must have been. I asked one fellow if he had ever been on the course before the quake. His laughter was like an explosion. “No,” he said. “It cost money.” Nobody here had ever set foot in the place. They only got in because the earthquake knocked the wall down. I guess it was rather exclusive. One hut had a number hanging on the front sheet: Fifty-two. There were no other numbers, so I asked the young man and he just smiled and said: “I just like the number fifty-two.” It was a form of decoration. A way for his friends to identify the hut when they wanted to find him. One area was left wide open and it was obvious why. What community is a community without a soccer field for the children? There was a fast and elegant game under way on a quarter-sized pitch. On the other side of the field, other children were flying kites they had made out of plastic bags, sticks and string. They were works of art, these kites, and they flew. It all seemed so pleasant and relaxed. I asked people how long they thought they’d live there. They just shrugged their shoulders. “My house is rubble,” was the common answer, but it always came with a smile. These people may be suffering; their lives turned upside down; grieving for lost family members. But I didn’t see fear for the future in their faces, at least not on that sunny Sunday afternoon where for the survivors on the golf course, at least something was going right. This is Mark Fried, from Oxfam. In Port-au-Prince, Haiti.