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Word: felted (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...certainly not the only person blessed with close family and friends--and I know I'm not the only one frightened of losing them. The two teenage assailants apparently felt no such respect for human life. As horrifying as their actions were, I cannot help but wonder what drove them to that point of violent hatred--and can only hope that my own loved ones are never forced reach...

Author: By Sarah A. Rodriguez, | Title: What If It Happened to Me? | 4/26/1999 | See Source »

Shah says he phoned his ex-wife's father and asked, "Would you please call Ellen and tell her not to panic? I know how she feels because I know how I felt when it happened to me." Dever, according to her Swiss attorney, Joerg Blum, "is O.K., but of course very upset and anxious...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: He Found His Girls | 4/26/1999 | See Source »

...takeoff," I heard the familiar runway rumbling and felt the vibrations that normally start me chanting, "Dear God, please don't let me die." But this time I felt fine. In fact, I never felt the wheels leave the ground, even though I could see we were supposed to be in the air. As we passed through puffy white clouds, I was so comfortable, I could have taken a nap. I had a sudden craving for a diet Coke, but there wasn't a flight attendant in sight. When the thunderstorms and turbulence came along--the part I secretly hoped...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Virtually Fearless | 4/26/1999 | See Source »

...used to this new world and began talking to the psychologist about my fears, I realized that the simulation was triggering frightening memories without actually making me scared. When I looked at them objectively, my fears seemed to lose their charge. For the first time, I felt safe in a plane. So what if it wasn't real...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Virtually Fearless | 4/26/1999 | See Source »

...hovers somewhere behind my breastbone. If I have an antacid on hand, the burning subsides. If not, it builds until I'm in fiery agony. I still remember one awful night 25 years ago, when I ate a greasy lump of fried dough on a train in Yugoslavia. It felt as though I had swallowed a vial of hydrochloric acid. Actually, that's not too far from the truth. The stomach is essentially a bag filled with powerful acid. If it weren't for a lining of protective cells, the stomach itself would dissolve. If the acid stays put, most...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fire in the Belly | 4/26/1999 | See Source »

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