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			<pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 02:58:19 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>They are all good! Thank you.</p>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 19:24:35 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>To be honest - I got tears rolling down my face.</p>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 18:00:03 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>It&#x27;s amazing how we ( as adults ), and they ( the kids ) look at each situation differently and yet each situation is the same.&#xa0; &#xa0;Good ones EM  4 &#x26; 5....</p>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 17:33:54 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>Ms Em, #5 brought tears to my eyes!! We need that every so often!!</p>]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 15:46:24 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>IT WILL KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF<br /><br />I especially liked number 5!<br /><br />Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once<br /><br />Talked about a contest he was asked to judge.<br /><br />The purpose of the<br /><br />Contest was to find the most caring child.<br /><br />The winner was:<br /><br />1. A four-year-old child, whose next door<br /><br />neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost<br /><br />his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went<br /><br />into the old Gentleman&#x27;s&#x27; yard, climbed onto his lap,<br /><br />and just sat there.<br /><br />When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor,<br /><br />the little boy just said, &#x27;Nothing, I just Helped him cry.&#x27;<br /><br />*********************************************<br /><br />2. Teacher Debbie Moon&#x27;s first graders were<br /><br />discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the<br /><br />picture had a different hair color than the other members.<br /><br />One of her students suggested that he was adopted.<br /><br />A little girl said, &#x27;I know all about<br /><br />Adoption, I was adopted..&#x27;<br /><br />&#x27;What does it mean to be adopted?&#x27;, asked<br /><br />another child.<br /><br />&#x27;It means&#x27;, said the girl, &#x27;that you grew<br /><br />in your mommy&#x27;s heart instead of her tummy!&#x27;<br /><br />************************ *********************<br /><br />3. On my way home one day, I stopped to<br /><br />watch a Little League base ball game that was being played<br /><br />in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on<br /><br />the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score<br /><br />was &#x27;We&#x27;re behind 14 to nothing,&#x27; he answered<br /><br />With a smile.<br /><br />&#x27;Really,&#x27; I said. &#x27;I have to say you<br /><br />don&#x27;t look very discouraged.&#x27;<br /><br />&#x27;Discouraged?&#x27;, the boy asked with a<br /><br />Puzzled look on his face...<br /><br />&#x27;Why should we be discouraged? We haven&#x27;t<br /><br />Been up to bat yet.&#x27;<br /><br />*********************** **********************<br /><br />4. Whenever I&#x27;m disappointed with my spot<br /><br />in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.<br /><br />Jamie was trying out for a part in the<br /><br />school play. His mother told me that he&#x27;d set his heart<br /><br />on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen..<br /><br />On the day the parts were awarded, I went<br /><br />with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up<br /><br />to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement..<br /><br />&#x27;Guess what, Mom,&#x27; he shouted, and then said those words<br /><br />that will remain a lesson to me....&#x27;I&#x27;ve been chosen<br /><br />to clap and cheer.&#x27;<br /><br />*********************************************<br /><br />5. An eye witness account from New York<br /><br />City , on a cold day in December,<br /><br />some years ago: A little boy,<br /><br />about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store<br /><br />on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window,<br /><br />and shivering With cold.<br /><br />A lady approached the young boy and said,<br /><br />&#x27;My, but you&#x27;re in such deep thought staring in that window!&#x27;<br /><br />&#x27;I was asking God to give me a pair of<br /><br />shoes,&#x27; was the boy&#x27;s reply.<br /><br />The lady took him by the hand, went into<br /><br />the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs<br /><br />of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her<br /><br />a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.<br /><br />She took the little fellow to the back<br /><br />part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down,<br /><br />washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.<br /><br />By this time, the clerk had returned with<br /><br />the socks.. Placing a pair upon the boy&#x27;s feet, she<br /><br />purchased him a pair of shoes..<br /><br />She tied up the remaining pairs of socks<br /><br />and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said,<br /><br />&#x27;No doubt, you will be more comfortable now..&#x27;<br /><br />As she turned to go, the astonished kid<br /><br />caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face,<br /><br />with tears in his eyes, asked her:<br /><br />&#x27;Are you God&#x27;s wife?&#x27;<br /><br />*********************************************<br /><br />SEND TO ALL WHO LOVE AND CARE FOR CHILDREN.<br /><br />Hope this put a smile on your face it<br /><br />Sure did mine!<br /><br />... &#x5b;&#xa0;<a href="/blogentry/78698">More</a>&#xa0;&#x5d;</p>]]></description>
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