Surprise Email Makes My Morning

Last Sunday my first ever column for the York Daily Record was published. It was one that was near and dear to my heart after spending so much time with the children living at a Christian run orphanage in India.  The link below is the article the newspaper printed.

Large’s leap of faith helps Indian orphans (column) – The York Daily Record.

Today I received this email which brought great joy to my heart. Many of you know I had an impromptu fundraiser on Facebook and through this blog while in India to raise money for kitchen supplies and to fix the boiler for the soy milk machine at the children’s home. Over $300 was raised while I was there purchasing kitchen supplies and as a special treat for the children, a cricket bat each for the boys and girls homes. Unfortunately the soy milk machine is still in need of a new boiler. This new boiler (a cost of about $1,500) is growing closer to reality by families like this. God bless them for their generosity. This email has further cemented my belief that this trip to India was intended by God for me to use my writing and public speaking abilities to help continue the work taking place in God’s name at HOINA, saving thousands of India children.

Dear Pattie,

Thank you!  Your witness for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in the Indian orphanage story was like a breath of fresh air.  I’m guessing there are/will be plenty of people who belittle you for your faith, but I applaud you and thank you for not being ashamed of being loyal to Jesus Christ.

I pray for and support many Christian ministries and have developed a set of personal criteria for deciding to whom I will send donations.  The primary criteria is that the organization truly is Christ centered.  Your article made that clear and direct.  I am thankful for that.  After reviewing the HOINA’s website and watching the video, I will be making a donation to this wonderful ministry!

As treasurer, I receive a small salary which I donate to various mission organizations.  It is my pleasure to donate my $425 February salary to HOINA.

Pattie, who knows how God will use your faithful testimony for Him.  The one thing I am sure of is that He will 🙂  And how my heart rejoices that a class from York College lived on the HOINA campus.  I thank God for Professor Fyfe leadership to HOINA!

A Fellow Christian

God Bless this family for their generosity and support in my personal mission God has placed before me. If your church or organization would be interested in having me visit to speak about the amazing work Christianity is creating in India, please contact me at pcrider@ycp.edu. If you would like to make a donation directly to HOINA please visit their website at http://www.hoina.org.

Praise God for he does amazing things!

Pattie

Borra caves…a risk worth taking – YCP Hoina 2013

Click this link Borra caves…a risk worth taking – YCP Hoina 2013. and read about a monkey guarded cave in India!

~P.

Something Special about HOINA

Journal Prompt 5: Write about something special that inspired you while at HOINA

HOINA has been an experience unlike any other I have ever had in my 43 years of life. After arriving I learned I was the oldest student to take Professor Fyfe’s service learning course. During our time here I enjoyed telling the children and staff than I was not faculty from York College, but a student myself. Anand, the manager of HOINA, came and spoke to privately and encouraged me to make sure the children and staff knew I was a student myself. He said they would be inspired that I went back to school as an adult. I got a laugh out of everyone’s faces when I told them my age and that I am a senior in college, graduating in the spring. They really found it funny when I told them I am older than my professor, David Anna. (Anna is uncle)

Brother Ananda and all the sisters

Brother Anand and all the sisters

One particular HOINA student sticks out in my mind. His name is Richard and he and I became good friends. My major in college is Professional Writing or in India, Journalism. My minors are Religious Studies and Photography. Richard has a serious interest in photography also and I was happy to allow him use of my camera. During crafts I was so busy assisting the children that I was grateful to Richard for photographing craft time.

Sister Kari and I during craft time

Sister Kari and I during craft time

Sarayna helping with crafts

Sarayna helping with crafts

Me working the pliers during craft time.

Me working the pliers during craft time.

 

Richard, the best English speaking student at HOINA, translates and takes photos.

Richard, the best English speaking student at HOINA, translates and takes photos.

 

I understand that in India it would be difficult for someone who has passed the age of what is considered to be a student to return to study later in life. I feel blessed that I have had the opportunity to do so and began a new career. If I have learned nothing else in life, I have learned you are never too old to take in new information and grow from it. This experience at HOINA had done that in my life. The children and Christian values being taught to them have inspired me. While here I did an impromptu fundraiser by posting to my writing website Girlboxer1970.com and my Facebook page, requesting donations for kitchen supplies. The response was overwhelming with so little planning or promotion.

Lots of kitchen supplies for the hard working staff.

Lots of kitchen supplies for the hard working staff.

 

The readers I have back in the United States donated over $300 American dollars to HOINA.  I found this amazing as many of the people who responded I didn’t know on a personal level, yet they were inspired by my writing and pictures while in India and spending time at HOINA. During my stay I also learned the boy’s cricket bat had broken and they were playing with just one bat rather than the usual two. I also learned the soy milk machine that made the children their daily serving of calcium was broken, the boiler no longer building pressure to sterilize the contents making it safe to drink. The American funds generously donated bought knives, vegetable peelers, a sharpening stone, and a small pressure cooker, cutting boards, kitchen shearers, forks, and spoons and serving spoons. They also covered the purchase of a cricket bat for the boys and to the girl’s surprise, one for them also! Both the boys and girls also received two cricket balls and they were overjoyed.

A cricket bat and balls for each home!

The cricket bats and balls for each home!

The broken boiler for the "soy cow"

The broken boiler for the “soy cow”

After several chats with Papa Large, I have learned the old boiler was not repairable and the debate is to replace the broken one or purchase an electric, stainless steel boiler. Either way, only $70 of the money raised has been used so the remaining funds will be used towards the boiler for the “soy cow.” Helping raise the money for these simple items, ones we take for granted in America, or consider an item for passing the time outdoors for fun, are ones that make life at HOINA better and healthier. I feel moved to continue writing about HOINA and raising funds for items needed at the home. Where there is a need, God will provide, and six months ago, I signed up for this course not knowing there would be a long term purpose from traveling here. That purpose has been realized and I feel God has moved me to continue spreading the word about HOINA and helping them with receiving the funds needed to continue the amazing work for orphans and teaching the word of our Lord.

Praise God, for he is Good!

~P.

What is Service Learning in India

Journal Prompt: What is Service Learning in India?

I’ve come to realize there is no specific definition for service learning in India. This course has taught me that in another country one must be prepared for anything. While at HOINA, we have been asked to do a number of tasks. These range from fun activities such as playing board games or on the playground with the children, to studying with them, crafts, correcting their behavior, and setting an example for them. While not required, it is strongly encouraged to attend prayer time and church. We also have been asked to help chop vegetables in the kitchen, sand and paint the playground equipment and fence around the property and white wash a school in the local village. There is rarely a dull moment around here.

This is all a labor of love, just like the work that is performed at the U.S. HOINA office. Actually, if you look at this as having paid tuition to take this trip, we are paying to do work. Fyfe made a point that the work we do could easily be done by hiring a laborer for less than $5 a day. We all would have saved $3,595 had we just each pitched in $5, but that’s not what this course is about. We came here to learn from the service we provide and to touch the lives of children we never would have met otherwise. These children and this organization have really touched my life. While I sit here and write, the little girl I sponsor, Gaya, is sitting a stone’s throw away, happy to just be nearby while I do my homework. She is making a “gimp chain” for her book bag. It’s plastic string woven together into a key chain or a pull for a zipper, something the girl’s from York College taught them how to do; such a simple activity that keeps the children busy and entertained for essentially pennies. Forever we have made an imprint on the children at HOINA and in return, they have done the same for us. That is service learning.

Geetha and her gimp cord

Geetha and her gimp cord

I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything,

~P.

I was on top of the world, and then I tripped

This morning I was up at 5 AM to have a little time on the computer before going for a hike and climbing up a mountain in India. Not something I get to say everyday. The boys were late meeting with the York College students and we didn’t actually start our walk until nearly 6:30 AM. Time is relative in India, we have come to learn, and just because someone says they will meet you at a certain time, don’t expect them to keep their word. Finally, we were off.

It was still a little dark out and drizzling slightly.

It was still a little dark out and drizzling slightly.

The boys said the walk was 2 kilometers in distance or 1.25 miles so I wasn’t worried. (They changed their story after the walk and said it was more like 6 km or 3 and a half miles, give or take. They didn’t want to scare us off I guess.) The walk to the mountain was interesting. As we passed through the village people stared like we were the local sideshow…oh yeah, we are the sideshow this month. It’s not everyday the HOINA boys walk through the village with ten females. Everyone was friendly though, waving as we passed through. It seems to be rare to encounter someone who isn’t friendly in India to be honest.

We reached the area where construction is taking place. There were piles and piles of stones where there will be schools and condominiums built. Some of the boys decided to run across the piles of stones. I walked around them as they weren’t very stable and I still had the mountain to conquer. The boys got a kick out of sinking into the stones and sliding down the sides. The billboards proudly proclaimed some major construction coming in the future. I know India is hurting for living space but it seemed a bit sad to see the trees coming off the mountainside.

sprinting across the stones

sprinting across the stones

The future of the mountain

The future of the mountain

So we took the sometimes really skinny trail toward the top of the mountain. It was only cleared about 3/4th of the way up. The “road” and I use that term lightly, came to an abrupt end where the bulldozer sat waiting for someone to fire it up and resume clearing the mountainside. The drill holes where the dynamite was dropped in was obvious. The thought of dynamite in this country scares me…

The view was amazing but a bit hazy. I think it a combination of humidity and smog. It might have just been the weather also because it was raining but hot, unlike home which is raining and really cold. Freezing cold and that’s not happening in India, not even in the freezer.

Top of the world...ok, just the side of the mountain, but close enough.

Top of the world…ok, just the side of the mountain, but close enough.

Our mountain guides

Our mountain guides

So on our way back down I couldn’t help but notice the rock wall that beckoned me to climb it. A couple of my classmates walked up to it but just didn’t have the guts to go for it. I said, “I think I can climb that.” My new brothers were adamant with, “No, sister, too dangerous.” They don’t realize I enjoy a smidgen of danger and sometimes a spattering! So I handed over my camera and bag and went for it, and it was easy to scale. I just didn’t stop or think about it, only focused on moving forward and up and in no time, I was at the top, pulling myself over the ledge. No problem, my brothers! After they saw the “mom” of the group could do it without a hitch, they all followed like sheep.  Baaaaa!

Sheep Leader

Sheep Leader

My sheep

My sheep

After the climactic climb, we made our way back down the mountain. The view was just amazing as the fog/smog burned off. At one point I yelled down the mountain to Caitlin…amazing how the voice can carry. The villagers probably heard my shout out to my sister from another mother. We saw some vintage farm equipment on the way back. I guess it’s vintage, but around here, you never know. It was decorated for Christmas either way. 😉

Taking the easier way back down

Taking the easier way back down

This roller wishes you a Merry Christmas

This roller wishes you a Merry Christmas

We were nearly back to the village and actually walking on paved road. Yes, there are some smoothly paved roads out in the middle of no where. It was pretty amazing considering we have spent so much time on dirt roads, bouncing around like beans inside maracas, and the next thing I know gravity has taken over as my left ankle took a bad turn. I can’t get over that I can play cricket with teenagers and climb a rock wall, but I can’t walk down a paved road with out nearly breaking my ankle. I didn’t actually trip (just sounded good in the title) nor did I fall to the ground, but I did manage a nice sprain. I took it easy the rest of the day and with some pain killers (no prescription needed in India!) I’m feeling pretty good today, maybe not on top of the world, but much better than last night!

The sprain was a drain

The sprain was a drain

Loving India but can’t wait to come back home!

~P.

 

Dear Tesla~A letter while Mommy is in India

Dear Tesla,

    Hi honey!  How are you?  I am doing very good helping with the children here. I am raising money to buy kitchen tools, like knives, cutting boards, vegetable peelers and other things for the orphanage. They only have two cutting knives in the kitchen!!

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The kitchen staff working hard to make breakfast for 100 people!

The kitchen staff working hard to make breakfast for 100 people!

   I am also raising money to buy the boys a new cricket bat because their’s broke. The boys play cricket which is similar to baseball but there is only one base and home plate. They taught me to play and said I am really good at it. My friend Caitlin also likes to play cricket with the boys. Their coach invited Caitlin and I to play in the cricket tournament this weekend and if we are not working on painting a fence or a school, we will play with them! I very excited to be asked to play on their team.

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    We have sanded the boy’s and girl’s playground equipment and the big fence around the campus. It has been hard work!  We are finished painting the playgrounds and have started painting the fence. It makes my back hurt, but the children’s school and playground look so pretty!!

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     Today my classmates are going to see the new land the school has bought so they can build more homes for children with no parents. My classmates will also go see a beach, but the beaches here are not pretty. They are dirty and no one swims in them. I’m going to stay at the children’s school and help with things that need to be done.

   I have been going to prayer meetings everyday and really enjoy hearing the children sing church songs. My classmates and I sing and pray with them and we read the Bible everyday. The children here love Jesus very much just like you and I do! After prayer we like to talk and take photos. Tonight I am going to give them message at the boys home and tell them about David and Goliath.

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   I love you very much and miss you! I will be home again in 11 days. I still have so much work to do here but I can’t wait to see you again.

Love,

Mommy

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IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE FUNDRAISER, DONATIONS CAN BE MADE THROUGH PAYPAL TO GIRLBOXER1970@YAHOO.COM.  THANK YOU FOR ANY CONTRIBUTIONS MADE. EVEN $5 GOES A LONG WAY IN INDIA!

~P.

Your flight to India has been moved up 3 hours, RUN!

Things are hectic here so posting on my personal blog and on the college weebly blog is not going to be in any type of order. What I post on the school blog is much different than what I write on my personal blog. My professor thanks me for not letting loose on the school blog. LOL

On day five we were pretty much train bound and traveling to the next city. Let me tell you, if you never traveled abroad, it is exhausting. Good thing I don’t need much sleep to get by. I stayed awake the entire train ride to take photo and talking to the Indian family I shared a compartment with. The parents had two sons, ages 7 and 14, and I think a grandmother and one other family member, perhaps a daughter or aunt with them. They were very friendly, chatting my ear off wanting to know what I thought about Indian culture, the food and customs. I told them we as a group were surprised to learn they cremated their dead by the river and that the bodies of children, pregnant women, priests, monks, victims of snake bites and deadly diseases were sunk in the Ganges River. I used the word surprised because had I said “absolutely disgusting and vile beyond words” they might not have told me I was a very nice American at the end of the trip.

The boys who loved Angry Birds on the train ride.

The boys who loved Angry Birds on the train ride.

When I went to take photos from the train (where I open the compartment door where the “bathroom” was and basically took risks that no one else was going to) I let the sons play Angry Birds on my laptop. They loved that and played for over an hour my classmates told me, until their mom told them they had to lay down for a nap. My laptop was charging so I didn’t mind the boys playing games since I wasn’t using it. I stood for 3 hours taking photos, switching sides on the train car. At times the train moved super fast, so I’m not sure what all my photos will have caught.

This just blows my mind.

This just blows my mind.

Traffic at a railroad crossing. This was not bad. Sometimes they were lined up further than I could see.

Traffic at a railroad crossing. This was not bad. Sometimes they were lined up further than I could see.

They really do each everything but the tracks.

They really do each everything but the tracks.

 

A family living along the tracks.

A family living along the tracks.

My days are a bit of a blur so I’m just going to pick up where I left off on my last post and I believe that was day 4 when we went to the Brahmin priest ceremony on December 30th at the Ganges River. The next morning was when we went back the river for the boat ride and to see the cremation ceremony. Let me tell you it freaked us out to see people not just bathing in the river, but drinking it too. It stunk so bad it nearly gagged me and I have a pretty high tolerance level for smells. I was surprised to learn dolphins live in the river also but now that I think about it, I believe I recall reading that dolphins sometimes bring the sunken bodies up to the surface and toss them around like they are play toys. How weird is that? After the boat ride and seeing the sun rise over the Ganges (which was beautiful regardless of the stench) we went back to our hotel for breakfast. After breakfast we went to a rare, silk factory and learned how it was still done by hand on ancient looms. We were in awe of the beautiful clothes and went a bit crazy buying pillow cases, table runners, and scarves. I bought two pillow covers, a blue one with hearts for my mom and a multi-colored on with a peacock for Brian’s mom. I think they will love them. After the silk factory, we had the rest of the afternoon free where most of the class took naps, including me (shocking I know) so we could be well-rested for the New Years Eve party. Let me tell you, that party was off the hook.

amazing rock carvings at the Abandoned City

amazing rock carvings at the Abandoned City

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At the Abandoned City in Agra.

At the Abandoned City in Agra.

What they "thought" would hold their water supply...fail.

What they “thought” would hold their water supply…fail.

 

A Hindi temple along the road.

We made a random stop at a Hindi temple along the road. Only Allie and I were into it enough to take off our shoes and go inside.

The original guru of the temple.

The original guru of the temple.

The keeper of the temple and follower of the guru.

The keeper of the temple and follower of the guru.

Allie holds a boa...notice hers is muzzled. LOL

Allie holds a boa…notice hers is muzzled. LOL

 

The entrance to the Red Fort was impressive, to say the least.

The entrance to the Red Fort was impressive, to say the least.

This room was filled with jewels for one of the king's three wives.

This room was filled with jewels for one of the king’s three wives.

The Taj Mahal was unbelievable.  This King LOVED his Queen. I totally believe Brian would build a monument like this for me...at least out of Legos.

The Taj Mahal was unbelievable. This King LOVED his Queen. I totally believe Brian would build a monument like this for me…at least out of Legos.

 

 

Here's the short version of why the Taj Mahal was built based on what the tour guide said and what I could remember without doing real research....The king and queen were so in love with each other they never wanted to be separated. She asked him what he would do if she ever died and he told her he would build her the most beautiful monument in the world to show his love. They had 14 babies and she was pregnant with their 15th when he went off to war with his troops. He was fighting on the front line and she couldn't bare to not be by his side and followed him into the war where she was shot and died. And so the king built the Taj Mahal (Crown Palace) to show his love for Raj Mahal (his wife).  It took 22 years to build and after it was complete he paid the 20 architects a huge sum of money so they would never need to work again, then cut off their thumbs so they could never duplicate the Taj Mahal.

Here’s the short version of why the Taj Mahal was built based on what the tour guide said and what I could remember without doing real research….The king and queen were so in love with each other they never wanted to be separated. She asked him what he would do if she ever died and he told her he would build her the most beautiful monument in the world to show his love. They had 14 babies and she was pregnant with their 15th when he went off to war with his troops. He was fighting on the front line and she couldn’t bare to not be by his side and followed him into the war where she was shot and died. And so the king built the Taj Mahal (Crown Palace) to show his love for Raj Mahal (his wife).
It took 22 years to build and after it was complete he paid the 20 architects a huge sum of money so they would never need to work again, then cut off their thumbs so they could never duplicate the Taj Mahal.

 

We rock!!

We rock!!

We all paid 700 rupees to attend and when we went into the room it was held (which was where we had breakfast every morning) it was deserted. I went back into the lobby to write more for the school blog and around 8:30 or so, my professor Caitlyn came back down and begged me to come up and dance. I told her I would after I was done writing my post. About 15 minutes later my professor came down with the same request. I had just finished and was waiting for the photos to upload and told him I’d be up soon. Maybe 10 minutes later, “Chetahlicious” as they were calling me made her way into the party. They kids had had drank at least 50 oz of very strong beer till and were getting loosened up. Some Indian men had arrived and in no time we were dancing up a storm to both American and Indian music. Gabby had given the dj her ipod so we could hear songs we actually knew. The Indian men were beside themselves, lucking out to attend a party with 13 American females that were ready to party. I bought my first drink and not long after my second and a beer for Gabby. After than an Indian gentleman named Mark bought all the rest of my drinks and even my friends when I said, “Mark, these are my friends from school!” Mark to me he was a doctor and just randomly chose this party to attend, having no idea who would be there celebrating. He said he paid $100 American dollars for entry. I was shocked since it was about $12 for us. When I went to the restroom in the lobby, word must have gotten out about the party because it was packed at the restaurant door with Indian men wanting in. An armed guard made them move aside so I could reenter. Mark (which was a nickname version of his Indian name) was shy at the beginning of the night but by 11 pm he was wanting me to have his baby. LMAO ,I told him I was spoken for. That was too much for me, butat least he was handsome and didn’t smell.

Caitlin, me and Gabby

Caitlin, me and Gabby

Part of Fyfe's Wolf Pack

Part of Fyfe’s Wolf Pack

The Indian men loved when we danced, but they were completely respectful. I felt one pat my ass and I was shocked...later Gabby admitted it was her messing with my head.

The Indian men loved when we danced, but they were completely respectful. I felt one pat my ass and I was shocked…later Gabby admitted it was her messing with my head.

 

                By 11:50 the party was off the hook and nearly out of control. He opted to bring in the New Year in our professor’s room and I made a cool video. Afterwards we all split up, some of us went downstairs to get on the Wifi and others went to bed. I will always choose Wifi over sleeping. A huge commotion started in the party room and the next thing I knew, two men were thrown out of the hotel into the street. I guess they started fight and a it carried on right outside in the streets.

My ticket to Indian craziness.

My ticket to Indian craziness.

Messing with Professor FyfeMessing with Professor Fyfe

                OK, break in the story. We just got to the airport in New Delhi and realized out flight was moved up—yes up—three hours so we were raced through the airport and security at break neck speed. I made it on the airplane in probably less than 15 minutes with a bottle of water and most likely, luggage that was seriously overweight. I was totally fine with that though, going through security slow and paying for overweight luggage is a drag. The funniest part of this experience was when our tour bus pulled up at the airport and our guide was waiting along the street. He rushed us off the bus and said our flight was moved up three hours and we needed to run to the plane. None of us moved; we were dumb-founded. He paused and said, “Do you all speak English?” We finally grasped what he was saying and started hauling ass to the airport doors. Damn that was funny.

So we are now on the orphanage campus. They children are just amazing, so happy, healthy and eager to learn. This place is truly a blessing and the founder, Mrs. Large, was most certainly touched by God to create this home for nearly 200 orphaned children. 97% of the donated fund goes directly to the care of the children. It was wonderful to meet the little girl I sponsor, Gayathri. She is shy, which is uncommon here, but very smart and happy.

Gayathri and I

Gayathri and I

Hope you are all enjoying the photos!

Love, peace and joy!’

~P.

So you want to wrap? – YCP Hoina 2013

My latest contribution to the India service learning blog site…check it out and comment on the post.  We love to hear from you!

~P.

So you want to wrap? – YCP Hoina 2013.  <—click me!

Why Travel to India?

Pattie Crider

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Questions

September 13, 2013

Founder of The Homes of the Indian Nation: Darlene Large

Founder of The Homes of the Indian Nation: Darlene Large

  1. I believe service learning is taking what you have learned and applying it to practical situations in life.  Helping other who are disadvantaged and can benefit from the knowledge they may not have otherwise obtained. Not that I am especially knowledgeable in the situations of Indian people, but I it can be a mutual exchange of information, educating each other rather than a one-sided teaching approach
  2. Traveling abroad for me to help and teach orphans allows for me to also “help myself” to learning about them and their country and culture.  While educating myself and furthering my writing and photography, I will feel a sense of accomplishment and feeling of self-worth in helping others, especially orphans.
  3. There is “poor in the USA” and “poor in India.”  The two have little in common.  Few Americans truly understand the concept of being poor.  Poor to us means less material items and perhaps a lower food quality.  Poor in India means the possibility of death due to lack proper healthcare and nutrition. Poor is a word that refers to one’s wealth.  My view is it doesn’t take money to be happy but the needs for adequate existence of life may revolve around who has wealth and who does not.
  4. Globalization was once a slow-moving force of integrating world-wide view, ideas, politics, religion and other aspects of culture.  Now with the invention of the Internet, globalization is now taking place at a high rate of speed, connecting most areas of the world that are not in total seclusion.
  5. I am very interested in Hinduism.  The traditions, followers, ceremonies and history of Hinduism especially the meaning of Karma to India natives versus the Western understanding.  Also, I am interested in NGO’s and their ability to sustain their non-profit work through the use of rhetorical theory, appealing to people to support the children who are taken in at the HOINA orphanage.
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