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		<title>Old Cherokee teachings about life&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 06:52:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An Old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life.
&#8220;A fight is going on inside me,&#8221; he said to the boy.
&#8220;It is a terrible fight and it is two wolves.
One is evil &#8211; he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,
false pride, superiority, and ego.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>An Old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life.</p>
<p>&#8220;A fight is going on inside me,&#8221; he said to the boy.<br />
&#8220;It is a terrible fight and it is two wolves.</p>
<p>One is evil &#8211; he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,<br />
arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,<br />
false pride, superiority, and ego.</p>
<p>The other is good &#8211; he is joy, peace, love, hope,<br />
serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy,<br />
generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.</p>
<p>This same fight is going on inside you &#8211; and inside<br />
of every other person, too.&#8221;</p>
<p>The grandson thought about it for a minute and then<br />
asked his grandfather, &#8220;Which wolf will win?&#8221;</p>
<p>The old Cherokee simply replied, &#8220;The one you feed.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Breaking the silence&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 06:37:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. ~ Martin Luther King Jr
Breaking the silence and its importance and its power is something that everyone should remember.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><blockquote><p><span class="status_body"><strong>Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.</strong> <em>~ Martin Luther King Jr</em></span></p></blockquote>
<p>Breaking the silence and its importance and its power is something that everyone should remember.</p>
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		<title>I rescued a human today&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 06:03:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I rescued a human today

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn&#8217;t be afraid.
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<p>Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn&#8217;t be afraid.</p>
<p>As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn&#8217;t want her to know that I hadn&#8217;t been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn&#8217;t want her to think poorly of them.</p>
<p>As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn&#8217;t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone&#8217;s life.</p>
<p>She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.</p>
<p>A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms.</p>
<p>I would promise to keep her safe.</p>
<p>I would promise to always be by her side.</p>
<p>I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.</p>
<p>I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven&#8217;t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.</p>
<p>I rescued a human today.</p>
<p>~ Janine Allen of <a title="Rescue Me Dog" href="http://rescuemedog.org/dog-blog/i-rescued-a-human-today-by-janine-allen/" target="_blank">Rescue Me Dog</a> ~</p>
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		<title>Buy (or Make) Handmade this Christmas&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 10:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I got this off a forum I am on.  If you know the author please let me know so I can attribute it properly.  Thanks.
8 Reasons You Should Buy Handmade Products over Commercial Products
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>I got this off a forum I am on.  If you know the author please let me know so I can attribute it properly.  Thanks.</p>
<p><span style="color:#6666cc;">8 Reasons You Should Buy Handmade Products over Commercial Products</p>
<p>1. Handmade products are unique. Do you really want the same scarf, mug, earrings, necklace or other item that 20,000 other people have? Of course not! Handmade items are always unique, even if they are the same type of product because they are not made by machines they are crafted by human beings so each piece will have its’ own unique characteristics.</p>
<p>2. Handmade items have personality. Life is not about being blah. Life is about expressing yourself and to do that your things need to have as much personality as you do. If you are happy with buying mass produced items that have no personality off a shelf at Wal Mart think about what that says about you. Don’t you want to express some personality?</p>
<p>3. Handmade items are special. When you get a gift don’t you feel a little bit more loved when someone gives you a handmade gift? Everyone loves getting handmade gifts or wearing something that was made just for them.</p>
<p>4. Handmade items last longer. Because they are made from high quality materials and handcrafted by trained artists items that are handmade last longer than low quality imported mass produced items.</p>
<p>5. Handmade goods are high quality. If you are a person who values the quality of an item more than the price then you already know that handmade items are far superior to mass produced items. While a mass produced item may be cheaper initially is it really cheaper when the item needs to be replaced a month later? When quality matters, go handmade!</p>
<p>6. Handmade items are not made by children in sweatshops in Third World countries making 10 cents a day. Experienced and trained craftspeople make each handmade item. So while you might pay a few dollars more for a handmade item it’s because you are paying for quality, experience, talent, and craftsmanship. Isn’t that worth paying for?</p>
<p>7. When you buy handmade you are supporting traditional arts and crafts techniques that have passed down through generations. In today’s high tech world the old arts and crafts traditions are being replaced by mass production but when you buy handmade you are saying that you prefer your items to be high quality pieces of art instead of mass produced trinkets.</p>
<p>8. When you buy handmade you are supporting local and small businesses. By paying artists and craftspeople for their goods you are supporting them and all the businesses that they do business with. If you are a person who believes in supporting your community economically then buying from local artists is a great way to support your community and make sure that your money goes to support local businesses.</p>
<p>Keep these things in mind the next time you see a scarf, a bracelet, some great handmade soap or other item and think,” I could get that for half price at Wal Mart.”!</p>
<p>Buying handmade also means that you can spend the same amount you were planning on spending, or less, and you can get unique gifts for everyone on your list. Please, shop handmade this holiday season!</span></p>
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		<title>Old Age&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 07:35:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Old Age &#8211; by anon 
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The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was
taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p align="center"><span class="postbody"><strong>Old Age</strong> &#8211; by anon </span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">(<em>if you know the author please let me know as I&#8217;d like to attribute this properly</em>)<br />
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<p align="center"><span class="postbody">The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was<br />
taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my<br />
reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was<br />
an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know. Old<br />
Age, I decided, is a gift.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have<br />
always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometime despair over my body,<br />
the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.  And often I am<br />
taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like<br />
my mother!), but I don&#8217;t agonize over those things for long.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving<br />
family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I&#8217;ve aged, I&#8217;ve<br />
become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I&#8217;ve become my<br />
own friend.  I don&#8217;t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for<br />
not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn&#8217;t<br />
need, but looks so avante garde on my patio.  I am entitled to a treat,<br />
to be messy, to be extravagant.  I have seen too many dear friends leave<br />
this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4<br />
AM and sleep until noon?</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&amp;70&#8217;s, and if<br />
I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love &#8230; I will.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging<br />
body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite<br />
the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just<br />
as well forgotten. And I  eventually remember the important things.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.   How can your heart not<br />
break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when<br />
somebody&#8217;s beloved pet gets hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what<br />
give us strength and understanding and compassion.  A heart never broken<br />
is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,<br />
and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my<br />
face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their<br />
hair could turn silver.</span></p>
<p align="center"><span class="postbody">As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what<br />
other people think.  I don&#8217;t  question myself anymore.  I&#8217;ve even<br />
earned the right to be wrong.  So, to answer your question, I  like<br />
being old. It has set me free.  I like the person I have become.  I am<br />
not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste<br />
time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.<br />
And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)</span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Inside every older person is a younger person &#8212; wondering what the hell happened.
-Cora Harvey Armstrong-
A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who never owned a car.
-Carrie Snow-
My second favorite household chore is ironing.  My first being, hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
-Erma Bombeck-
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Inside every older person is a younger person &#8212; wondering what the hell happened.<br />
-Cora Harvey Armstrong-</p>
<p>A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who never owned a car.<br />
-Carrie Snow-</p>
<p>My second favorite household chore is ironing.  My first being, hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.<br />
-Erma Bombeck-</p>
<p>A man&#8217;s got to do what a man&#8217;s got to do.  A woman must do what he can&#8217;t.<br />
-Rhonda Hansome-</p>
<p>Every time I close the door on reality, it comes in through the windows.<br />
-Jennifer Unlimited-</p>
<p>Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good.  Luckily, this is not difficult.<br />
-Charlotte Whitton-</p>
<p>Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.<br />
-Caryn Leschen-</p>
<p>I try to take one day at a time &#8212; but sometimes several days attack me at once.<br />
-Jennifer Unlimited-</p>
<p>If you can&#8217;t be a good example &#8212; then you&#8217;ll just have to be a horrible warning.<br />
-Catherine-</p>
<p>When I was young, I was put in a school for retarded kids for two years before they realized I actually had a hearing loss. And they called ME slow!<br />
-Kathy Buckley-</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I&#8217;m not dumb &#8212; and I&#8217;m also not blonde.<br />
-Dolly Parton-</p>
<p>If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.<br />
-Sue Grafton-</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not going to vacuum &#8217;til Sears makes one you can ride on.<br />
-Roseanne Barr-</p>
<p>When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping. Men invade another country.<br />
-Elayne Boosler-</p>
<p>Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.<br />
-Maryon Pearson-</p>
<p>In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man.  If you want anything done, ask a woman.<br />
-Margaret Thatcher-</p>
<p>I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.<br />
-Gloria Steinem-</p>
<p>Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.<br />
-Eleanor Roosevelt-</p>
<p>Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in high heels.<br />
-Faith Whittlesy-</p>
<p>In men, the mind is connected to the brain.<br />
In women, the mind is connected to the heart.<br />
-Amy Tan-</p>
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