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		<title>My life as a lottery Winner</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[If I won the lottery my life would not change very much.  I am 54 years old and have just about everything that I need.  However, the lives of those that I care about would change drastically.  I would make sure that my loved ones had what they needed to live comfortably.  I have 5 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If I won the lottery my life would not change very much.  I am 54 years old and have just about everything that I need.  However, the lives of those that I care about would change drastically.  I would make sure that my loved ones had what they needed to live comfortably.  I have 5 children and each of them struggle financially, I would love to be able to help them.  I see how they work so hard and times are so rough for them.  I would make sure that my grandchildren all had college education funds, so that they could achieve their goals without having to take out huge loans.  I have long been a volunteer at a local food bank, they too would benefit from my win.   I would make sure that the pantry never ran short of food and would never have to turn away a hungry person ever again.</p>
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		<title>Sunday Dinners</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My grandparents had 10 children, and for as long as I can remember we always had Sunday dinner at their house.  They have long been deceased but the tradition that they began still thrives in our family.  Every Sunday, we still get together for dinner.  It is a tradition that I am proud of and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandparents had 10 children, and for as long as I can remember we always had Sunday dinner at their house.  They have long been deceased but the tradition that they began still thrives in our family.  Every Sunday, we still get together for dinner.  It is a tradition that I am proud of and one that I have worked hard to maintain.  Everyone is so busy now days, but my children understand how important these dinners are to me.  My husband and I have been married for 36 years and have raised 5 wonderful children.  In my grandmother’s day, she cooked all of the food, but now we have everyone bring a dish.  We still l have a children’s table for the little ones and it is a rite of passage when one graduates to the adult table.  We get together not just for the food but for the fellowship.  We have had so many memories of good times around our big dining room table. There have been Sundays filled with laughter, joys, and even a few tears.  I hope that my children will continue this tradition long after my husband and I are gone.</p>
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		<title>Our Honeymoon</title>
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My husband and I have been married for 36 years.  We were only 18 years old and straight out of high school when we eloped.  Money was tight, so we went to the North Carolina Mountains for 2 days.  We stayed in a hotel in Hendersonville.  Looking back I’m sure that it was a rundown [...]]]></description>
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<p>My husband and I have been married for 36 years.  We were only 18 years old and straight out of high school when we eloped.  Money was tight, so we went to the North Carolina Mountains for 2 days.  We stayed in a hotel in Hendersonville.  Looking back I’m sure that it was a rundown old place, because we wouldn’t have been able to afford anything else.  But, I don’t remember it being that way at all.  When I look at the old pictures of my honeymoon, I see the joy on our faces and it makes me recall the excitement that I felt as a new bride.  We were so young and so very much in love.  The years have swiftly gone by. We have laughed and cried together.  We’ve raised a family and are now alone together once more.  I will never forget those two days so very long ago that marked the beginning of our journey through life.</p>
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		<title>Schools Days</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 05:37:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was 54 years old when I received my Bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education.  I consider this to be my greatest achievement in life.  I had worked for many years as a retail manager, making good money, but not very satisfied.  I had always wanted to return to school and I finally achieved that goal [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was 54 years old when I received my Bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education.  I consider this to be my greatest achievement in life.  I had worked for many years as a retail manager, making good money, but not very satisfied.  I had always wanted to return to school and I finally achieved that goal when I was accepted to my local University when I was 46.  I had raised a family and had always been there for them.  I decided that it was finally time to do something for myself, thus began my college education.  I was going back to get a business degree, in order to advance in the field that I had worked in for year.  However, in order to go back to school, I had to give up my salaried management position and take a lower paying hourly job.  To make ends meet, I began to substitute teach.  I found that I loved being in the classroom.  I changed my major and began working towards my goal of becoming a teacher.  I graduated this May with honors.</p>
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		<title>My life As a Mermaid</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[If I had to live underwater for two years, I would want to be a mermaid.  One of those mystical creatures of old, who enticed seafarers to an incredible world that flourished beneath the depths of the ocean.  My long flowing locks would swirl around me as I lay on the sun heated rocks waiting [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If I had to live underwater for two years, I would want to be a mermaid.  One of those mystical creatures of old, who enticed seafarers to an incredible world that flourished beneath the depths of the ocean.  My long flowing locks would swirl around me as I lay on the sun heated rocks waiting for my unsuspecting prey.   My siren call would be heard for miles, as I lured my victims to my side.  Enthralled by my beauty, these unsuspecting men would give their very lives to be close to me.  The tales of my seducements would be known all over the world and stories would abound about my beauty and powers.</p>
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		<title>Is There A Heaven?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a very strict environment and was raised in the   Pentecostal faith.  The words in the bible were considered to be sacred and were taken very literally.  We were told that the only way to enter the gates of heaven was by being “born again”,   confessing our sins and accepting Jesus as [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grew up in a very strict environment and was raised in the   Pentecostal faith.  The words in the bible were considered to be sacred and were taken very literally.  We were told that the only way to enter the gates of heaven was by being “born again”,   confessing our sins and accepting Jesus as our personal savior.  Our reward was a place in heaven, where the streets were lined with gold; there were no worries, no pain, no suffering.  We were taught the road to heaven was a narrow one and only traveled by those who lived by the words of Jesus. As I grew older, I began to doubt many of the teachings of the Pentecostal Church.  I went away to college and realized that there were many different faiths and beliefs.  I began to question the literal truth of the bible.  I no longer believe in a physical heaven, as we are told about in the Bible.  I think that we make our own heaven on earth, by our good deeds and our compassion for others. Is there a Heaven? Yes, I think that there is.  If you are living a life that is filled with beauty, happiness, and caring for your fellow man, I think that you are already there.</p>
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		<title>Calling Someone Out</title>
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If I had to tell my best friend one thing that I cannot stand about her it would be how she sometimes says “your silly” when I say things that were not even meant to be funny. It is just the way she says it like its code for “you’re an idiot” or something. I [...]]]></description>
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<p>If I had to tell my best friend one thing that I cannot stand about her it would be how she sometimes says “your silly” when I say things that were not even meant to be funny. It is just the way she says it like its code for “you’re an idiot” or something. I really don’t thing she means it this way and I am sure she only says it when she has no response for what I have just said or maybe the particular comment or topic I have discussed is uncomfortable for her. I really don’t know. If I were to tell her this I am sure her reaction would be embarrassed more than anything. Nobody likes being called out!</p>
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		<title>There’s no Turning Back</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Who has not caved into peer pressure at one point or another? Whether it is something as small as laughing at a rude comment someone makes about someone else just to fit in or something more serious like drinking or doing drugs. I myself am victim of all of these things sadly. However, I have [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Who has not caved into peer pressure at one point or another? Whether it is something as small as laughing at a rude comment someone makes about someone else just to fit in or something more serious like drinking or doing drugs. I myself am victim of all of these things sadly. However, I have to honestly say that I would not go back in time and change a thing because without my adolescent mistakes I would not be the woman that I am today. I am one to try my best to grow and learn from my mistakes. This of course does not mean that I condone doing these things in order to find yourself.  There are consequences for every action and no two people’s paths are the same.</p>
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		<title>I’ve Never Seen You Cry</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We’ve been best friends for over 18 years.  We’ve shared so many things.  Good times, bad times, crazy times, and we’ve always backed each other up.  We talked about things that we would never discuss with another human being.  But, I never saw her cry.  You see, my best friend comes from a strong culture, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We’ve been best friends for over 18 years.  We’ve shared so many things.  Good times, bad times, crazy times, and we’ve always backed each other up.  We talked about things that we would never discuss with another human being.  But, I never saw her cry.  You see, my best friend comes from a strong culture, where a lot of emotion is kept hidden.  I would love to tell her that even though I know she cares, her lack of emotion tends to feel cold and stand offish.  I’m sure she would be hurt and I’m certainly not going to change her, but It makes me feel vulnerable when I get choked up and she just stares blankly.  The deepest thoughts she shared have come in the form of thank you notes for things I’ve done for her.  Do you think that you could continue with this kind of relationship?</p>
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		<title>A Chance at Romance – A Chance for Embarrassment</title>
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As a teenager, I never dated much.  I considered myself sort of plain, and never had the guts to approach anyone.   All of that changed when I turned seventeen.  I had a job as a cashier at a local supermarket and there was a gang of kids I’d hang out with.  There was also a [...]]]></description>
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<p>As a teenager, I never dated much.  I considered myself sort of plain, and never had the guts to approach anyone.   All of that changed when I turned seventeen.  I had a job as a cashier at a local supermarket and there was a gang of kids I’d hang out with.  There was also a very  handsome cop, who would always engage me in conversation.  At the urging of the “gang” I decided to act on impulse.  One of the older supervisors told me that this guy really liked me and that I should visit him at the station one day so that he’d know I was interested.  I gathered all my courage and walked into the old fashioned station house.  I gazed up at the huge oak desk and meekly asked if Robbie was available.  He came out from the back and looked at me like I was nuts.  I told him I just stopped in to say hi, and basically ran out the door.  Three days later, I forced myself to explain to him that “Suzy” had put me up to it.  He was even more confused.  I almost died when I found out that he had been having an affair with her for 3 years.  I was simply the butt of her cruel joke.   It took a while, but I’m still glad I took the chance.</p>
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