Write a function named contains_digit() that takes a single parameter to_check as input and returns True if it has at least one digit in it and False if it contains no digits. Use an indefinite (while) loop and the built-in isdigit() string function to check whether each character is numeric.

myHostname = window.location.hostname;

var myTLD = "." + myHostname.substring(myHostname.indexOf("wupload") + "wupload.".length).split(".")[0];

function afterLoad() {

return

}

= null;

function (a) {

$("#siteName").toggle();

if ($("#inputFileSelection").val() == "") {

= setTimeout("()", 200)

} else {

$("body")[0].focus()

}

}

function urlencode(a) {

return escape(a.toString().replace(/%/g, "%25").replace(/\+/g, "%2B")).replace(/%25/g, "%")

}

$(document).ajaxStart(function() {

$("body").addClass("ajaxLoading")

});

$(document).ajaxStop(function() {

$("body").removeClass("ajaxLoading")

});

$(document).ajaxError(function(d, c, a, b) {

CMApplication.Widgets.Dialog.close();

CMApplication.Widgets.Dialog.displayMessage(c.responseText, CMApplication.Widgets.Dialog.Types.exception)

});

jQuery.setCookie = function(b, c, a) {

var d = new Date();

d.setDate(d.getDate() + a);

cookieDomain = ".wupload" + myTLD;

document.cookie = b + "=" + escape(c) + ((a == null) ? "" : ";expires=" + d.toUTCString() + "; path=/;domain=" + cookieDomain + ";")

};

jQuery.getCookie = function(a)

okay, so i know we just goofed around in that chat, but ive been like genuinly depressed, like medically depressed for almost 4 years now. i had my first panic attack when i was 8. i woke my mum up and told her i felt like i was in a dream. like i was a goldfish in a bowl, looking at all these things going on around me and feeling . tiny. wort hless. and i now am now 17 y/o. i still feel those emotions daily. life used to go by so quick.like every day i would wake up and just like want to go back to bed cause i always felt like i was in the wrong place. i guess looking back, i was in the wrong state of mind. i took a expensive like nice trip to whyoming with my grandfather and ha ted it. like idk why. i would have loved it now, but i found myself writing in a journal everyday because i would forget what happened the day before, couldnt remember what i ate for like the previous meal. just my memory left me for the week i was there. worst feeling ive ever experienced.