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		<title>By: tammy</title>
		<link>http://cheerfulmonk.com/2008/12/01/how-i-was-bowled-over-by-a-stick-of-gum/comment-page-1/#comment-17541</link>
		<dc:creator>tammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 01:41:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i loved your story of kaitlin. and all the other commenters. 
what a wonderful community! even tho my comments on these archives are three years older, i feel like i&#039;m in the midst of all of them now. 
my story is not what happened to me but to my niece and a friend of hers. they were young mothers having a lunch out and speaking about how rare an opportunity it was. both girls had husbands serving in iraq. (my nephew was one). they were talking about the cost of everything and how this lunch would come out of the grocery budget, etc.etc. ... not complaining, but laughing and having a good time. the man in the booth behind them was taking all this in. 
when they asked the waitress for their check, she told them that it had already been paid for and that she was instructed to tell them &quot;thank you for your husbands&#039; service to our country and for the sacrifices you girls make every day.&quot;
very nice.
and it dawns on me... today is veteran&#039;s day!
i love the idea of anonymous generosity. 
lovely.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i loved your story of kaitlin. and all the other commenters.<br />
what a wonderful community! even tho my comments on these archives are three years older, i feel like i&#8217;m in the midst of all of them now.<br />
my story is not what happened to me but to my niece and a friend of hers. they were young mothers having a lunch out and speaking about how rare an opportunity it was. both girls had husbands serving in iraq. (my nephew was one). they were talking about the cost of everything and how this lunch would come out of the grocery budget, etc.etc. &#8230; not complaining, but laughing and having a good time. the man in the booth behind them was taking all this in.<br />
when they asked the waitress for their check, she told them that it had already been paid for and that she was instructed to tell them &#8220;thank you for your husbands&#8217; service to our country and for the sacrifices you girls make every day.&#8221;<br />
very nice.<br />
and it dawns on me&#8230; today is veteran&#8217;s day!<br />
i love the idea of anonymous generosity.<br />
lovely.</p>
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		<title>By: Jean</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 03:19:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Monique,
What a great answer! Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Monique,<br />
What a great answer! Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Monique Attinger</title>
		<link>http://cheerfulmonk.com/2008/12/01/how-i-was-bowled-over-by-a-stick-of-gum/comment-page-1/#comment-2891</link>
		<dc:creator>Monique Attinger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 20:30:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jean - as a fellow parent, I am always astounded by the generosity of my children. My youngest (2 - but 3 at the end of January) has taken to telling me that I&#039;m the best mother ever. While I could tell her I&#039;m not (and would be telling the truth), I choose instead to tell her that I love that she appreciates me - which is a higher truth, I think. Her generosity with praise makes me humble.

Monique Attingers last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beallergywise.com/news/new-inhalers-better-for-environment-worse-for-patients/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Inhalers better for environment; worse for patients&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jean &#8211; as a fellow parent, I am always astounded by the generosity of my children. My youngest (2 &#8211; but 3 at the end of January) has taken to telling me that I&#8217;m the best mother ever. While I could tell her I&#8217;m not (and would be telling the truth), I choose instead to tell her that I love that she appreciates me &#8211; which is a higher truth, I think. Her generosity with praise makes me humble.</p>
<p>Monique Attingers last blog post..<a href="http://www.beallergywise.com/news/new-inhalers-better-for-environment-worse-for-patients/" rel="nofollow">Inhalers better for environment; worse for patients</a></p>
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		<title>By: Jean</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>pelf,
Actually she is grown up now, and she&#039;s still melting my heart.  There&#039;s a picture of her in &lt;a href=&quot;http://cheerfulmonk.com/2008/10/27/whats-your-favorite-photo/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What&#039;s Your Favorite Photo?&lt;/a&gt;, as well as how she and her husband blew me away at her wedding.  

:) Thanks for coming by and commenting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>pelf,<br />
Actually she is grown up now, and she&#8217;s still melting my heart.  There&#8217;s a picture of her in <a href="http://cheerfulmonk.com/2008/10/27/whats-your-favorite-photo/" rel="nofollow">What&#8217;s Your Favorite Photo?</a>, as well as how she and her husband blew me away at her wedding.  </p>
<p> <img src='http://cheerfulmonk.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  Thanks for coming by and commenting.</p>
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		<title>By: pelf</title>
		<link>http://cheerfulmonk.com/2008/12/01/how-i-was-bowled-over-by-a-stick-of-gum/comment-page-1/#comment-2858</link>
		<dc:creator>pelf</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 14:32:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There is a saying in Chinese that means (literally) how one behaves when s/he is 3 years old determines how s/he will behave when s/he is 80 years old.

Which means to say that your daughter will grow up to be a generous young lady who will melt hearts :D</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is a saying in Chinese that means (literally) how one behaves when s/he is 3 years old determines how s/he will behave when s/he is 80 years old.</p>
<p>Which means to say that your daughter will grow up to be a generous young lady who will melt hearts <img src='http://cheerfulmonk.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Jean</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 04:38:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>PopularOne,
I agree, giving people a ride can be dangerous now-a-days.  I&#039;m glad the mother and kids did it for you.  

bikehikebabe,
I&#039;ve been on mountains in rain/lightning storms.  It&#039;s scary!  Bless that woman.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>PopularOne,<br />
I agree, giving people a ride can be dangerous now-a-days.  I&#8217;m glad the mother and kids did it for you.  </p>
<p>bikehikebabe,<br />
I&#8217;ve been on mountains in rain/lightning storms.  It&#8217;s scary!  Bless that woman.</p>
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		<title>By: bikehikebabe</title>
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		<dc:creator>bikehikebabe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 00:27:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>and i was biking on top of a 9,000 foot mountain in a rain/lightening storm &amp; a woman picked me up &amp; took me home. maybe saved my life :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>and i was biking on top of a 9,000 foot mountain in a rain/lightening storm &amp; a woman picked me up &amp; took me home. maybe saved my life <img src='http://cheerfulmonk.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: PopularOne</title>
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		<dc:creator>PopularOne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 06:09:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Not long ago I was stranded on a bike trip.A mom with two kids offered to take meto my final destination in her car.It is so easy to pass people up now days for safety, kids, etc...I was very grateful for her kindness.The small things always matter. I am morelikely topass it along now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not long ago I was stranded on a bike trip.A mom with two kids offered to take meto my final destination in her car.It is so easy to pass people up now days for safety, kids, etc&#8230;I was very grateful for her kindness.The small things always matter. I am morelikely topass it along now.</p>
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		<title>By: Jean</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 02:03:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tim,
That sounds like a great gift she gave...I wish it had worked out.  I was honored to help nurse my mother as she died.  I loved her dearly and didn&#039;t want her to pass away, but I was grateful I could be there and help.

Thank you for coming by and sharing.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tim,<br />
That sounds like a great gift she gave&#8230;I wish it had worked out.  I was honored to help nurse my mother as she died.  I loved her dearly and didn&#8217;t want her to pass away, but I was grateful I could be there and help.</p>
<p>Thank you for coming by and sharing.</p>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 01:51:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mother, on her deathbed, asked for all the other family members to be excused while she talked to me. She told me that if I could only help her get out of bed maybe she would be okay. I was blessed by her belief that I might have some help to offer - I was equally disheartened that life just does not work that way.

Tims last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://tao1776.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucid-dreaming.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Lucid dreaming&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mother, on her deathbed, asked for all the other family members to be excused while she talked to me. She told me that if I could only help her get out of bed maybe she would be okay. I was blessed by her belief that I might have some help to offer &#8211; I was equally disheartened that life just does not work that way.</p>
<p>Tims last blog post..<a href="http://tao1776.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucid-dreaming.html" rel="nofollow">Lucid dreaming</a></p>
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