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The major cytokine which signals helper T cells to proliferate is Interleukin 2 (IL-2). This cytokine is released by helper T cells themselves and these cells also bear the receptors for IL-2. It is remarkable that to some extent, helper T cells themselves control their own proliferation rate. The more IL-2 they produce, more of it binds to their surface and the downstream signaling causes them to proliferate and produce more IL-2.

I love Immunology. However, the purpose of writing the above lines was not to give a lesson on T cell biology.

The power to drive our lives, lies within ourselves. May be not always, but often.

(I should be saying all this to myself.) :)

Next time I am feeling low, I will read my own blog for inspiration.

I remember discussing with a friend about one of our common friends, "ABC is the person i turn to when i need some advice. He/She makes all my problems seem so small. But, when it comes to dealing with his/her own problems, he/she behaves impulsively and makes matters more complex."

If I think about my own self, even I do the same. If we talk more to ourselves and introspect on our own actions without being biased, we will surely come to differentiate between the right and wrong. So, before befriending others we should be befriending ourselves.

It is very important to love and be proud of oneself.

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