So raise your straws if you'll join me.

And when we'd finished, he went around silently and he joined all of the straws up till it looped around the whole ward, and then he said, Okay, everybody, hold on to your straws.

And they took one look and ran out the back to draw short straws.

But a recent article by Paul G. Bell in the Mensa magazine provides some straws in the wind.

I remember one night, one of the nurses came in, Jonathan, with a whole lot of plastic straws.

But it ranged from such items as a complete de mining equipment to these kind of water sterilizing straws, so it was really wide ranging.

And we'll watch as global warming makes them melt. More water comes down, the deforested areas, here in the Tarai, will be unable to absorb the effluent, because trees are like straws that suck up the extra seasonal water.

All that matters is that we continue to fan the flame of humanity by living our lives as the ultimate creative expression of who we really are, because we are all connected by millions and millions of straws, and it's time to join those up and to hang on.