Results for will you have had to finish the work translation from French to English

you have the ability to coordinate the work of national federations in your country.
you have the ability to coordinate the work of national federations in your country.

sorry you have had a rough time.
sorry you have had a rough time.

most have had to endureeconomic hardships as well.
most have had to endure economic hardships as well.

1) the length of time you have had the condition is a factor.
1) the length of time you have had the condition is a factor.

"each time i left, i added to the denial energy that you have had to hold.
"each time i left, i added to the denial energy that you have had to hold.

it changes all the time, which i have had to learn to love.
it changes all the time, which i have had to learn to love.

small is the work that you have done.
small is the work that you have done.

we are very sad to have had to come back to england and we know we will be back in italy soon!
we are very sad to have had to come back to england and we know we will be back in italy soon!

you have many years of experience working with youth, but this is the first time that you have ever had to deal with suicide and attempted suicide among your students.
you have collaborated on a few mental health-related projects with the cmha in the past and have had fairly good experiences, so you thought you would see how you could help the group.

the claimant's case was that in order to have been given full service credit she would have had to be working fulltime.
accordingly, the appeal was dismissed.

left to their own good sense, while fully believing in fabrizio's guilt they admired the determination that he must have had to let himself down from so high a wall.
laissé à son bon sens, et tout en croyant fabrice fort coupable, il admirait la résolution qu’il avait fallu pour se lancer d’un mur si haut.

..pour en savoir plus sur ce projet wilson, andrew lettre à son épouse monica somewherenovember 14, 1917 this is tuesday afternoon, and the first moment i have had to myself for six days.
..more info on the project wilson, andrew letter to his wife monica somewherenovember 14, 1917 this is tuesday afternoon, and the first moment i have had to myself for six days.

a single income is not enoughto support a family, and more women and youths have had to find employment.this is particularly the case in single-parent families headed by women,and the number of these families is increasing all over the world.
a single income is not enough to support a family, and more women and youths have had to find employment. this is particularly the case in single-parent families headed by women, and the number of these families is increasing all over the world.

2.6.2 submit your som to the seco msrr the ability for others to draw value from the work that you have undertaken in developing a som for your simulation will be enabled by their ability to access your som (and supporting documentation)!
take the time to submit your som to those agencies that best represent who you feel to be the potential consumers of your work.

in latin america and the caribbean, for example, recent feministencounters have had to acknowledge women’s diversity in the region andthe need to adopt a more democratic and pluralistic approach to women’sissues (vargas 1992).
in latin america and the caribbean, for example, recent feminist encounters have had to acknowledge women’s diversity in the region and the need to adopt a more democratic and pluralistic approach to women’s issues (vargas 1992).

what makes me sad is that they'll take you and rob you and strip you of everything you have. and whatever will you do without money, you that don't know how to look after yourself ..." and so on.
ce qui me chagrine, c’est qu’on va t’empaumer, on va te chiper tout ce que tu as ; et que feras-tu une fois sans argent ? toi qui ne sais pas te conduire ? etc.

bang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its realitypunctuation
autobang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its reality