Hip Replacement Surgery – Day 8: The Lazy Way


There’s the ugly mug!

I didn’t have the energy or wherewithal to write.


So I spoke today’s message.

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I Have A Confession To Make

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I haven’t exercised regularly in more than a year.

Rather embarrassing for a personal trainer to admit, huh?

Oh, there’s a pretty good reason. But it’s also a pretty dumb reason.

You see, I’m headed for surgery.

Now, that could be a pretty good reason for not exercising in the short term. Depending on the type of surgery.

But it’s probably a pretty dumb reason if you ignore a problem long enough that it almost disables you. Especially if you’re a personal trainer. And you’re in the business of teaching and encouraging healthy habits.

I have another confession to make.

My workouts have been pretty terrible for the last five or six years.

It’s a long story. But I’ll attempt the Reader’s Digest version here.

My dad had a failing heart. Pacemaker. Diabetes. Paper-thin skin (literally, not temperamentally). Narrowing arteries. He had a nasty stroke while driving in 2011 and miraculously regained all his function.

January 2014. His heart needed help pumping blood through his veins. New technology. He was a potential candidate for an innovative surgery.

Complications arose. Several. He stared down death five times in the next three months.

The toll on the rest of us was enormous.

Daily vigils. Massive amounts of prayer. Long daily travel. Too little sleep. Drained like never before. But still trying to support each other.

May 2014. Dad was discharged after 4 and a half excruciating months in the hospital.

Life would seem at least a little more normal, right?

Twelve days later, Kathy’s mom had a stroke. More travel. More disruption to everything normal.

Less than a month later, Dorothy, my dear mother-in-law, passed away.

July 4, 2014. Mom and Dad hosted their annual party, just like normal. It was so good to be together, celebrating instead of keeping vigil.

Mid afternoon, Dad’s in serious pain. So bad, the toughest man I’ve ever known is in tears.

And so began close to two years of almost daily doctor’s appointments. Emergency room visits. Hospital stays. A tremendous toll on Mom.

I helped as much as I could. I’d put off work and writing projects when Dad was so ill, I wanted to catch up. But there are only so many hours in a day.

With 7 grandkids (at the time; now we have 9) and 5 kids, most every weekend is booked with a party, a sporting event or three, a school function, you name it. We did our best to keep life as normal as possible.

May 4, 2016. The dreaded phone call in the middle of the night. The toughest man I’ve ever known had a catastrophic cardiac event.

The process of untangling finances… even with great trust documents… and helping Mom with stuff that Dad always did was daunting. There’s only so much legal documents and written instructions can do.

And they don’t replace the person. The man who repaired the plaster wall in the bathroom. The one he knocked a hole in when he blacked out and fell into it.

The man who still handled whatever chores around the house he could handle. The man who still puttered around the yard, cared for his gorgeous orchids, kept a full work bench in the basement and garage. Played golf with two battery packs hanging from his shoulders.

The man who was Mom’s constant companion and the love of her life for more than sixty years.

Mom had never lived alone. Ever. And now, she was facing that for the first time at 79 years old. Thankfully, Martha, our daughter, lived with Mom for almost a year after Dad died. But when she moved out, I spent more and more time at the house. Just for the little things.

Life didn’t slow down. It accelerated.

And there were still only so many hours in the day. Meet clients. Maintaining our house. Family time. Especially with Mom.

This entire time, I ignored some discomfort in my left leg. And my right leg. And my hips. And my back.

I self-medicated (no, not alcohol, ibuprofen). I adjusted my increasingly pitiful exercise sessions. My buddy, Lance, a rock star physical therapist, helped me tremendously. I consulted with and ultimately refused the recommendations of a chiropractor (that’s a story for another day).

My racquetball game, which was pretty decent, disintegrated. On the basketball court, I couldn’t jump for a rebound. Even an easy jog became impossible. I modified my golf swing but was in agony by the end of a round. Squats were uncomfortable. The leg press machine was usable, except I couldn’t keep my left knee in line. It always dropped out to the left. And pressing too much weight just plain hurt.

“Lower Back Pain Exercises” by PlanetSupplement is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

I just knew it was some sort of back issue. So I hesitated to “lift heavy”with dead lifts and back exercises. Yeah, I could do just about any other upper body exercises. But not being able to do a full body workout… totally demotivating.

I missed the real problem.

I didn’t have the time or inclination to make doctor’s appointments, sit around their offices, blah, blah, blah… besides, I was still able to function well enough to work and do most everyday activities.

Plus, I didn’t want to be unavailable for Mom.

She was worried sick about me. She didn’t tell me. Well, she alluded to it. But she confided her deep concerns with my aunts and uncles and her friends. Not me.

July 19, 2019. Friday, 6 AM. Mom wasn’t feeling well. We talked all day long. What should she do? Did she want me to come over? Should she go to the ER?

She made some phone calls. I made some phone calls. Her cardiologist gave her instructions. I had a busy work schedule and kept going, ready to head over at a moment’s notice. Kathy and I were going to visit Martha in Iowa the next morning, so Ihad that on my mind, too.

Friday evening. What time did Mom call? 7 PM? 8 PM? She’d dozed off in the recliner on the porch. Didn’t feel right when she woke up.

“Nancy is taking me to the hospital.”

They decided 911 was a better option. I met her at Lutheran General Hospital, emergency room. Doctors said they needed to normalize her heart rate before they could discharge her. Everything else looked okay.

Mom kept insisting I get some sleep, so I drove the 40 miles home.

She was admitted overnight. Cardiac ICU. Her heart refused to cooperate.

Iowa plans were put on hold. I still held out hope we could get out there for a while (that’s also a story for another day). Back at the hospital after a handful of hours of sleep.

July 20, 2019. Exactly 50 years since they walked on the moon. 50 years since our dog, Tuffy, was born. 50 years since one of the most enjoyable days of my life: a party at Aunt Bernie and Uncle Stan’s house when Dad was in Poland with Babcia (his mom, my grandma).

Mom’s heart rate was still elevated. The cardiologist on duty discussed performing a cardio version to flip the heart rhythm with the hope of getting the heart to beat at a normal rate. It’s a fairly routine procedure, as much as heart stuff can be “routine.”

1:00 PM. Mom coded. She never regained consciousness.

July 24, 2019. Mom’s funeral. Two days before my birthday. Less than a month after Uncle Stan, Dad’s brother, passed away, peacefully, at home, with his loving family all around him.

More stories in all of that for another day too.

Three weeks after Mom’s funeral, my 49-year-old brother-in-law, Jeff, had a stroke.

Three weeks after that, Kathy had a TIA, a mini-stroke.

More hospital visits. More anxiety. Not only that, we were struggling with other personal and health issues throughout 2019. Some I can share. Some not.

We moved Martha back from Iowa the first weekend of January. I fell down a couple stairs carrying a heavy piece of furniture. My left leg crumbled underneath the weight.

I promised my family… finally… I’d go to the doctor.

Three days later, walk-in orthopaedic clinic. X-rays. Exam. Evaluation.

A week later, MRI. Days later, orthopaedic surgeon.

I need a new left hip.

More appointments. Dentist. Doctors. Read this. Watch this video. More x-rays. Further confirmation. A new hip?!?

Years of pounding. Decades of pretty decent racquetball. Outdoor basketball. Tackle football…yeah… we played even in our 50s. I know… I know… it’s too late now.

Surgery is scheduled for February 17. I have to tell you, I’m not looking forward to it.

Despite the almost constant pain.

Despite not being able to exercise, especially no racquetball.

Despite not being able to walk through the grocery store like a normal human being.

Logically, it makes all the sense in the world.

Emotionally, I’m still a wreck.

They’re gonna stick that thing in me?

But I am still an enthusiastic personal trainer. I enjoy helping people. I enjoy teaching, coaching, instructing, explaining… whatever you want to call it.

In the late 1980s, before my epiphany and transition to personal trainer, I was a representative with A. L. Williams, a financial services firm now known as Primerica. A family oriented company.

One of our slogans was “I help people get what they want.”

That’s how I’ve attempted to conduct my entire professional life.

  • Preparing tax returns.
  • Designing financial plans.
  • Bailing people out of desperate financial situations.
  • Sharing faith insights to encourage you with yours.
  • Or helping you get in the best shape of your life, even if you hate to exercise and love to eat.

I still enjoy all of it. I feel best when I’m helping people get what they want.

So if you’re interested, I’m going to let you follow me through the entire process. From final pre-op preparation to day of surgery to recovery and rehab.

Interested? Click that follow button next to my name. Or get on my e-mail list at davekwiecinski.com and I’ll send my latest escapade direct to your inbox.

So much for the Reader’s Digest version. Thanks for reading.

For All Mothers


Happy Mother’s Day, mothers!

And pray for your mothers who have died.

Mary, the Blessed Virgin, who said yes to God through the angel, Gabriel, is the most important mother in the history of the world.

Every single one of us has free will. When God sent Gabriel to ask Mary to bear His Son — DESPITE BEING A VIRGIN — He allowed Mary to exercise her free will and say yes or no.

Mary said yes. She bore the Son of God.

Without her consent, Jesus is not born into time when He was.

Whose DNA did Jesus bear?

If He was human, Mary’s.


Whose DNA was shed on the cross?


If Jesus was human, Mary’s.

Whose body and blood… whose DNA… did Jesus consecrate for us?


If it’s Real Flesh and Real Blood, didn’t it have to be Mary’s?

Pray for your mothers today.

But don’t forget to pray for your eternal mother, Mary, the Mother of God.

“Do you want to leave me, too?”


These may be the most troubling passages in scripture for me. John, chapter 6. Probably my favorite chapter in the bible.

Let’s discuss.

First, Catholics:

If we truly believe what we claim to profess, why aren’t we falling on our faces in front of every tabernacle? Do you even pause (in your thoughts) as you drive by a Catholic church, knowing Jesus Christ HIMSELF resides (yes, RESIDES) there?

Why don’t we FLOCK to Adoration?

Why don’t we eagerly confess our sins in orded to come to the Blessed Sacrament with clean hearts?

If you do not, why not?

Second, Protestants:

If Jesus spoke literally — and we have no reason to doubt His words and more than 100 Eucharistic miracles that confirm His teaching — do you ever wonder whether you’re missing (ignoring, misinterpreting, disparaging, denying… choose your verb) the most important Grace available  to you this life?

Why? Because some dude (or dudette) convinced you that Jesus only spoke symbolically?

How long have human beings denied and contradicted the words Jesus spoke? Since the day he uttered them.

“Do you want to leave me, too?”

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Why do I insist on telling Jesus how He must present Himself to me? What I think He meant? What’s best for me?

It’s probably Satan’s greatest triumph. Keeping so many of us away from the Real Presence of Jesus Christ on Earth.

Feel free to disagree with me. But let’s talk about it. If we truly believe what we claim to profess, why do we disagree with the words Jesus spoke?


Dad’s New Wineskins


“People do not put new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise the skins burst, the wine spills out, and the skins are ruined. Rather, they pour new wine into fresh wineskins, and both are preserved.” – Matthew 9:17, from today’s gospel.

Every time I hear or read this Gospel, I think of my wonderful dad. His blood vessels and veins had undoubtedly weakened from years of inadequate blood flow, as surely happens to all people whose heart can no longer efficiently pump blood.

In my humble opinion, his vessels couldn’t handle the new flow of blood. Their elasticity was compromised from years of “drought.”


    – New Lease on Life

    – New Medical Issues

When the LVAD created a firehose effect — much greater pressure on inelastic tissues — the vessels weren’t quite capable of handling the new demand.

New Wine. Old Wineskins.

That’s why he needed frequent (almost monthly) blood transfusions. I ain’t no doctor. But years of reflecting and studying this stuff bring me to this intuitive conclusion.

Anyway… That’s the Readers Digest version.

God, I miss him!


When is the Right Time?




The imminent commencement of my SEVENTH (!!) decade shifted my philosophizing into overdrive and made me a tad more motivated.

I’ve got three things for you today.


Many of us who live in the 21st Century seem to think we’ve evolved, that we’re so much wiser than our predecessors in past centuries. Certainly since the founding of our country!

The reality is,

there ain’t nothin’ new under the sun


those who lived seven and a half centuries before the birth of Christ were just as depraved as the “enlightened” 21st Century sophisticates.

A Warning

According to the prophet Amos, God took note of the depravity of the Israelites living at the time.

Amos warned them of their fate.

Psalm 50 has ominous reminders for

“… you who never think of God.”   –   Psalm 50:22a

Decision in the Midst of Excuses

Jesus has tough words for those who say they want to follow Him today. When’s the right time to do what you’ve been called to do?

When are you going to do it? What’s it going to take?

For me, time’s running short. It is for all of us. Some will have more than others.

What are you waiting for?

Watch the Video

It’s all explained right here…

New Wine in Old Blood Vessels


“And no one puts new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the wine will burst the wineskins, and the wine will pour out, and the wineskins will be lost. Instead, new wine must be put into new wineskins.” – Mark 2:22

Except when you get a VAD. Then you get new wine into old, brittle wineskins. Not sure if anybody thought about that…

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Easter Sunday, March 27, 2016 – Dad with his LVAD batteries holstered

I can’t hear (read) this Gospel any more without thinking of Dad, my dad, Norb Kwiecinski. He got a new lease on life in February 2014. An LVAD, a Left Ventricular Assist Device because his left ventricle was failing. It couldn’t sufficiently empty blood from his heart any longer. And he was dying.

450_300_mayolvad rendering of LVAD courtesy Mayo Clinic

Rendering of a Ventricular Assist Device, courtesy of Mayo Clinic

Lack of blood supply means lack of oxygen. Lack of oxygen means dying a slow death.

The LVAD gave him new life. It pumped blood through his body for him. But that lack of blood flow for so many years meant veins that had turned into old wineskins. And Dad’s new wine, in the form of a vibrant, fresh blood supply, was too much for the old wineskins to handle.

After being discharged from his four-month journey through intensive care, five staredowns with death, and an incredibly intense physical rehabilitation, Dad became a frequent visitor at the hospital.

Why? He constantly needed more blood. Where was it going?

Despite numerous tests, there was little evidence of a single source of a leak. It wasn’t showing up. So why did he need blood? Where was it going? Was his body like an old automobile engine, burning oil?

My humble, yet considered theory is that his arteries and veins — and especially the fine, delicate capillaries that deliver blood to the extremities and up to the skin — had become brittle from years of poor blood flow. When the LVAD powerfully and efficiently delivered blood, this force was more than these delicate tissues could handle. And the blood was absorbed into the body. It had seemingly disappeared. But it really hadn’t.

Is that really what happened? Is this really the explanation for why Dad consistently needed blood transfusions?

Nobody can convince me otherwise. No one else had a better, more plausible, more scientific explanation. And my theory seems to make sense.

Anyway… today’s Gospel triggered these memories today. Always happens. And the memories of those troubling, yet exhilarating and joyful months come flooding back into consciousness as if they happened yesterday.

I love you, Dad. Still miss you like crazy. Still blame you for my coffee addiction. Still ask you for help with the simplest home repair projects. And I still hear you say, chidingly, “atta boy” when I finally figure it out.

And we have the most serious man-to-man philosophical discussions… well, sure, they’re slightly one-sided. But they’re real. And really serious.



A Punch in the Gut


“Let us rejoice and be glad and give glory to God, for the Lord our God the Almighty reigns, alleluia.”

Revelations 19:7,6  –  Entrance Antiphon, Fourth Tuesday of Easter

Not easy sometimes to embrace this when we’re hurting. A year ago today, Mom buried her beloved husband, Norb Kwiecinski. A year ago today, Sarah and Andy lost their biological father, Dan Vincent. The timing was a punch in the gut.


But we’re not here for this life. Yeah, we live it to the full while we’re here. We’re supposed to serve others, do our best, love with every ounce… but we rejoice because Jesus embraces all the crap, all the hurt, all the tears, all the anguish, all the sadness, all the depression, all the torment and torture, all the injustice.

All the sorrow.

It sucks.

But He says “Let me take it. Rejoice.”

It’s still so hard. So please pray for us. Sarah and Daniel, who also lost his dad this year, and their kids, our grandchildren. Andy and Cheryl, who lost her dad ten years ago, and their kids, our grandchildren. Douglas and Amy and sweet little Imogen, who never had the pleasure of meeting Great Grandpa. Stephen and Martha. My sweet wife, Kathy, who lost her mom, Dorothy, three years ago, and her dad, Malcolm, in 1981. My sisters and brothers in law. My nieces and nephews who miss their Grandpa. Uncle Stan, who misses his brother. Butch, who misses his Uncle Norb. Countless relatives and friends who loved Dad. I could go on and on listing names, but I will leave out too many.

And please pray especially for Mom, Barb Kwiecinski. I know she misses the guOI2047625967_Kwiecinskiy who gave her such grief, who gave her such a hard time, who was always there to calm her down when she needed it, who was always there for her, even when he was so broken down he couldn’t even care for himself.

Dad, we miss you. But nobody more so than Mom.      

Rejoice. That’s what we’ll do someday when we all get together again. Right now, we smile and laugh … and cry … when we remember.

Fourth Sunday of Advent, December 18, 2016


A reading from the book of the prophet Isaiah 7:10-14

10 And the Lord spoke further to Ahaz, saying:

11 “Ask for a sign for yourself from the Lord your God, from the depths below, even to the heights above.”

12 And Ahaz said, “I will not ask, for I will not tempt the Lord.”

13 And (Isaiah) said: “Then listen, O house of David. Is it such a small thing for you to trouble men, that you must also trouble my God? 14 For this reason, the Lord himself will grant to you a sign. Behold, a virgin will conceive, and she will give birth to a son, and his name will be called Immanuel.”

The word of the Lord.

Responsorial Psalm 24(23):1-2, 3-4, 5-6

(7c and 10b) And the King of Glory shall enter. He himself is the King of Glory.

1 The earth and all its fullness belong to the Lord: the whole world and all that dwells in it. 2 For he has founded it upon the seas, and he has prepared it upon the rivers.

And the King of Glory shall enter. He himself is the King of Glory.

3 Who will ascend to the mountain of the Lord? And who will stand in his holy place? 4 The innocent of hands and the clean of heart, who has not received his soul in vain, nor sworn deceitfully to his neighbor.

And the King of Glory shall enter. He himself is the King of Glory.

5 He will receive a blessing from the Lord, and mercy from God, his Savior. 6 This is the generation that seeks him, that seeks the face of the God of Jacob.

And the King of Glory shall enter. He himself is the King of Glory.

A reading from the book of St. Paul to the Romans 1:1-7

1 Paul, a servant of Jesus Christ, called as an Apostle, separated for the Gospel of God, 2 which he had promised beforehand, through his Prophets, in the Holy Scriptures, 3 about his Son, who was made for him from the offspring of David according to the flesh, 4 the Son of God, who was predestined in virtue according to the Spirit of sanctification from the resurrection of the dead, our Lord Jesus Christ, 5 through whom we have received grace and Apostleship, for the sake of his name, for the obedience of faith among all the Gentiles, 6 from whom you also have been called by Jesus Christ: 7 To all who are at Rome, the beloved of God, called as saints. Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus Christ.

The word of the Lord.

A reading from the Holy Gospel according to Matthew 1:18-24

18 Now the procreation of the Christ occurred in this way. After his mother Mary had been betrothed to Joseph, before they lived together, she was found to have conceived in her womb by the Holy Spirit. 19 Then Joseph, her husband, since he was just and was not willing to hand her over, preferred to send her away secretly. 20 But while thinking over these things, behold, an Angel of the Lord appeared to him in his sleep, saying: “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to accept Mary as your wife. For what has been formed in her is of the Holy Spirit. 21 And she shall give birth to a son. And you shall call his name JESUS. For he shall accomplish the salvation of his people from their sins.” 22 Now all this occurred in order to fulfill what was spoken by the Lord through the prophet, saying: 23 Behold, a virgin shall conceive in her womb, and she shall give birth to a son. And they shall call his name Emmanuel, which means: God is with us. 24 Then Joseph, arising from sleep, did just as the Angel of the Lord had instructed him, and he accepted her as his wife.

The Gospel of the Lord.


video image courtesy of Sweet Publishing/FreeBibleimages.org


Thanks for taking some of your precious time today to read and listen to the daily Mass readings. The readings are taken and adapted from the Catholic Public Domain Version of the Holy Bible.

I appreciate your help and encouragement. Please let me know how I can help you. This is something I’ve been called to do for some time.

This is where Kit Kat and now Lady are both buried. R.I.P. Daddy's Little Babies.

Saturday of the Third Week in Advent, December 17, 2016


A reading from the book of Genesis 49:2, 8-10

1 Then Jacob called his sons, and he said to them: “Gather together and listen, O sons of Jacob. Listen to Israel, your father. 8 Judah, your brothers will praise you. Your hand will be at the necks of your enemies; the sons of your father will reverence you. 9 Judah is a lion’s young. You have gone up to the prey, my son. While resting, you have lain like a lion. And just like a lioness, who would rouse him? 10 The scepter from Judah and the leader from his thigh will not be taken away, until he who will be sent arrives, and he will be the expectation of Gentiles.

The word of the Lord.

Responsorial Psalm 72(71):1-2, 3-4ab, 7-8, 17

(7) Justice will rise like the sun, with abundance of peace, until the moon is taken away.

2 Give your judgment, O God, to the king, and your justice to the king’s son, to judge your people with justice and your poor with judgment.

Justice will rise like the sun, with abundance of peace, until the moon is taken away.

3 Let the mountains take up peace for the people, and the hills, justice. 4 He will judge the poor of the people, and he will bring salvation to the sons of the poor.

Justice will rise like the sun, with abundance of peace, until the moon is taken away.

7 In his days, justice will rise like the sun, with abundance of peace, until the moon is taken away. 8 And he will rule from sea to sea and from the river to the limits of the whole world.

Justice will rise like the sun, with abundance of peace, until the moon is taken away.

17 May his name be blessed forever; may his name remain before the sun. And all the tribes of the earth will be blessed in him. All nations will magnify him.

Justice will rise like the sun, with abundance of peace, until the moon is taken away.

A reading from the Holy Gospel according to Matthew 1;1-17

1 The book of the lineage of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham.

2 Abraham conceived Isaac. And Isaac conceived Jacob. And Jacob conceived Judah and his brothers. 3 And Judah conceived Perez and Zerah by Tamar. And Perez conceived Hezron. And Hezron conceived Ram. 4 And Ram conceived Amminadab. And Amminadab conceived Nahshon. And Nahshon conceived Salmon. 5 And Salmon conceived Boaz by Rahab. And Boaz conceived Obed by Ruth. And Obed conceived Jesse. 6 And Jesse conceived king David.

And king David conceived Solomon, by her who had been the wife of Uriah. 7 And Solomon conceived Rehoboam. And Rehoboam conceived Abijah. And Abijah conceived Asa. 8 And Asa conceived Jehoshaphat. And Jehoshaphat conceived Joram. And Joram conceived Uzziah. 9 And Uzziah conceived Jotham. And Jotham conceived Ahaz. And Ahaz conceived Hezekiah. 10 And Hezekiah conceived Manasseh. And Manasseh conceived Amos. And Amos conceived Josiah. 11 And Josiah conceived Jechoniah and his brothers in the transmigration of Babylon.

12 And after the transmigration of Babylon, Jechoniah conceived Shealtiel. And Shealtiel conceived Zerubbabel. 13 And Zerubbabel conceived Abiud. And Abiud conceived Eliakim. And Eliakim conceived Azor. 14 And Azor conceived Zadok. And Zadok conceived Achim. And Achim conceived Eliud. 15 And Eliud conceived Eleazar. And Eleazar conceived Matthan. And Matthan conceived Jacob. 16 And Jacob conceived Joseph, the husband of Mary, of whom was born Jesus, who is called Christ.

17 And so, all the generations from Abraham to David are fourteen generations; and from David to the transmigration of Babylon, fourteen generations; and from the transmigration of Babylon to the Christ, fourteen generations.

The Gospel of the Lord.


Thanks for taking some of your precious time today to read and listen to the daily Mass readings. The readings are taken and adapted from the Catholic Public Domain Version of the Holy Bible.

I appreciate your help and encouragement. Please let me know how I can help you. This is something I’ve been called to do for some time.

This is where Kit Kat and now Lady are both buried. R.I.P. Daddy's Little Babies.

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