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Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are moments in life when you really miss someone that you want to pick them up from your dreams and hug them. Hope you dream of that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. May you have...Enough happiness to make you sweetEnough trials to make you strongEnough sorrow to keep you humanEnough hope to make you happyAnd enough money to buy gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When one door of happiness closes, another opens. But we often took so long at the closed door, that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch, swing with, never saying a word and then walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably does hurt the person too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A careless word may kindle a strife;A cruel word may wreck a lifeA timely word may level stressA lovely word may heal and bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves and not to twist them with our own image, otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we should know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. It takes a minute to have a crush on someone,an hour to like someone anda day to love someonebut it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and find out you still care for that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone who means a lot to you only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Love starts with a smile, develops with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, need to love those who still love, even though they've been hurt before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It hurts to love someone, and not to be loved in return but what is most painful is to love someone and never finds the courage to let the person know how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never say goodbye when you still want to try. Never give up when you still feel you can take it. Never say you don't love that person anymore when you can't let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their hearts but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. There are things you love to hear but you would never hear it from the person whom you would like to hear it from, but don't be deaf to hear it from the person who says it with his heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life to the fullest so that when you die, you're smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-1450592498535471102?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Real happiness is found in the struggles we undergo to realize our goals, in our efforts to move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;As long as we are alive we will experience sufferings. But that does not mean we have to be unhappy. Unhappiness comes from allowing ourselves to be controlled by life's ups and downs-from feeling defeated, from losing hope, losing courage, losing the will to advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;We each move forward secure on our own earth, not the earth of others. Happiness is something we must create for ourselves. No one else can give it to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Material wealth does not necessarily make for happiness. Nor does fame. Hope is life's greatest treasure. A life without hope is bleak and gray. If you have no hope, create some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Hope transforms pessimism into optimism. Hope is invincible. Hope changes everything. It changes winter into summer, darkness into dawn, descent into ascent, barrenness into creativity, agony into joy. Hope is the sun. It is light. It is passion. It is the fundamental force for life's blossoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;It is important to keep the promises made to friends. This is the true meaning of friendship. To become people who can do so, however, we must first learn to keep the promises we have made to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;If you remain sincere in your interactions with others, you will naturally come to find yourself surrounded by good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Friendship is the most beautiful, most powerful and most valuable treasure in life. It is your true wealth. No matter how much status people may gain or how rich they may become, a life without friends leads to an unbalanced, self-centered existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;There is no true joy in a life lived closed up in the little shell of the self. When you take one step to reach out to people, when you meet with others and share their thoughts and sufferings, infinite compassion and wisdom well up within your heart. Your life is transformed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Friendship is tested and proven in adversity. Perhaps only those who have suffered truly demoralizing blows can fully appreciate the beauty of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Just as a spring breeze awakens tender new shoots of green, sincere encouragement can thaw a frozen heart and instill courage. It is the most powerful means to rejuvenate the human spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;"Thank you" is a miraculous expression. We feel good when we say it, and we feel good when we hear it. When we speak or hear the words thank you, the armor falls from our hearts and we communicate on the deepest level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Friendship is not a matter of the amount of time you spend with someone. Rather, it is a measure of the strength and depth of the spiritual resonance that arises between you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;In Japan, the mountain potatoes known as taros are rough and dirty when harvested, but when they are placed in a basin of running water together and rolled against each other, the skin peels away, leaving the potatoes shining clean and ready for cooking. Similarly, the only way for us to hone and polish our character is through our interactions with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Genuine sincerity opens people's hearts, while manipulation causes them to close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;No matter how much you care, the sentiment alone will not communicate itself. When your feelings are conveyed in words, your voice will have the immense power to move another person's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;The heart of one person moves another's. ... If one's own heart is closed, then the doors of other people's hearts will also shut tight. On the other hand, someone who makes all those around him or her into allies, bathing them in the sunlight of spring, will be treasured by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;It is much more valuable to look for the strengths in others-you gain nothing by criticizing people's imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;To commiserate with, to feel pity for, another falls short of genuine compassion. Understanding is key. People manage to draw the strength to carry on simply knowing that there is someone out there that understands them unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;You cannot judge the quality of another's friendship by superficial appearances, especially when things are going smoothly. It is only when we have experienced the worst, most crushing of times-when we have plumbed the depths of life-that we can experience the joys of genuine friendship. Only a man of principle, a woman of resolve-a person who stays true to their chosen path-can be a trusted and true friend, and have real friends in turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;People who come to your aid in a time of personal crisis are people of genuine compassion and courage. More often than not, people will try to act as though nothing is wrong. Others are either afraid or refuse to get involved, and quietly drift away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Our voice resonates with life. Because this is so, it can touch the lives of others. The caring and compassion imbued in your voice finds passage to the listener's soul, striking his or her heart and causing it to sing out; the human voice summons something profound from deep within, and can even compel a person into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-5564600010513919943?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yet, with a  divorce rate of close to 50 percent, it appears that many are making serious  mistakes in their approach to finding Mr/Ms Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you ask  most couples who are engaged why they're getting married, they'll say: "We're in  love." I believe this is the #1 mistake people make when they  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Choosing a  life partner&lt;u&gt; should never be based on love (alone)&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Though this may sound not  politically correct, there's a profound truth here. Love (alone) is not the  basis for getting married. Rather, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love is the result of a good  marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. When the other ingredients are right, then the love  will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Let me say it again: You can't build  a lifetime relationship on love alone. You need a lot more. Here are five  questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a  life partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;QUESTION  #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Do we share a  common life purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put  it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live  with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;What do you plan to do with each  other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to share something  deeper and more meaningful. You need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;common life purpose.  Two things can happen in a marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;      You can grow  together, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;      you can grow  apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;50 percent of the people out there  are growing apart. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;To make a  marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life - bottom line - and  marry someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue;"&gt;who wants  the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;QUESTION  #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Do I feel safe  expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This question goes to the core of  the quality of your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Feeling safe means you  can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication  is trust! i.e. trust that I won't get "punished" or hurt for expressing my  honest thoughts and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A colleague of mine  defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your  thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel  emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;QUESTION  #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Is s/he a  mensch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined  and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="circle"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       Do they work on  personal growth on a regular basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       Are they serious  about improving themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A teacher of mine defines a good  person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do the right thing".  So, ask about your significant other: What do they do with their time? Is this  person materialistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Usually, a materialistic person is  not someone whose top priority is character refinement. There are essentially  two types of people in the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       People who are  dedicated to personal growth, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       People who are  dedicated to seeking comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Someone whose goal in life is to be  comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need  to know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;QUESTION  #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;How does he/she  treat other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The one most important thing that  makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the  ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ask: Is this  someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in  themselves and self-absorbed? To measure this, think about the  following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       How do they  treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as waiters, bus boys,  taxi drivers, etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       How do they  treat parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and  appreciation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       Do they show  respect? If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them  everything, you cannot expect that they'll have gratitude for you-   who can't  do nearly as much for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;       Do they gossip  and speak badly about others? Someone who gossips cannot be someone who loves  others. You can be sure that someone who  treats others poorly, will eventually  treat you poorly as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple;"&gt;QUESTION  #5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Is there anything  I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Too many people make the mistake of  marrying someone with the intention of trying to "improve" them after they're  married. As a colleague of mine puts it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"You can probably  expect someone to change after marriage ... for the worse!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you cannot fully accept this  person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have  to be difficult and treacherous. The key is to try leading a little more with  your head and less with your heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when  you are dating, to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key  issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Falling in love is a great feeling,  but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself  in trouble because you didn't do your homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#4181ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(65, 129, 255);"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;How  willl I know If I've Met the Person I Should Marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The choice of a marriage partner  should not be based on "I get a warm, wonderful feeling whenever we're together  and I want to have that warm wonderful feeling forever, so let's go get  married".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Feelings, as we have discussed, have  no logic on their own. They need to be acknowledged, of course, but they need  considerable assistance from your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Marriage means choosing  the person you will spend the rest of your life with. This, as you may have  guessed, is a very long time to spend with one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This person  will live with you, eat meals with you, sleep with you and go on vacation with  you. More important yet, this person will share your children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You need to choose wisely. The  decision should not be made based on feelings alone. You need to ask yourself  some tough questions. The decisions have to be made on solid  considerations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.      Will this person be a good  partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.      Is s/he prepared to be a  good provider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.      Is s/he responsible enough  to get a good job and keep it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.      What is her/his track  record?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.      Will this person be a good  parent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6.      Is s/he mature enough to put  her/him own selfish desires aside to look out for what is best for the  family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7.      Can you stand the thought of  your children turning out exactly like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;this  person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;They will, you know. Children spend  a lot of time with their parents and consequently pick up many or most of their  parents' character traits. You had better like your spouse's traits a lot  because you will be seeing them again in your children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If something were to happen to you,  would you completely trust this person, alone, with the task of raising and  forming your children? This is not a pleasant thought, but it is an important  consideration. Not everyone dies at a ripe old age with great grandchildren  gathered around the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sometimes a parent dies and leaves  young children in the care of the other parent. If you feel that you would need  to be around to correct or lessen this person's influence on your children, then  you are considering the wrong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Does this person share  your faith in God? God does not give us children so that we can mould them into  the coolest, most popular people in school. Our job is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;to get them  to heaven. To do that, we need to raise them believing in God. It is tough to do  that if only one parent believes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Saying "This is right  and that is wrong, and I want you to ignore Mommy until you are thirty-five"  does not work. Small children ask about eight million questions in a single day.  The answers to those questions go a long way toward forming the kind of adults  they will become. Who will be answering those questions for your  children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Does this person you are marrying  have sexual self-control? Single people sometimes have this idea that marriage  is just some kind of lifelong sex festival and that as long as they have each  other, they will never be tempted by other people. Wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There are many times in every  marriage when one partner or the other is sexually unavailable - illness, the  last months of pregnancy, travel. There are also times when spouses, just get on  each others' nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;At times like this, other people can  seem very appealing. That can be dangerous, because there are plenty of very  attractive people out there who are willing to make themselves available to  married men and women. Do you want someone who has never said "no" to sex? If he  is not good at saying "no" at eighteen, it won't be different at forty. Do you  want to worry about whether or not your Spouse is being faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;These are very important questions,  and if you are not comfortable with all of the answers, you should definitely  not marry this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;None if this is to say that feelings  play no role at all in a marriage decision. You don't have to, "Well, I suppose  that you would make a good spouse and parent, so even though I don't  particularly like you I guess I'll marry you'". You need to be happy and excited  about the prospect of spending your life with someone. Your brain however must  acknowledge that this person as a good choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c140ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(193, 64, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't  listen to your heart alone nor your head alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c140ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(193, 64, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait  until your heart and head agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;goodluck  !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-8571385259016545969?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Don't hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she'll feel left out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if it's just for a second.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Hug her from behind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Leave her voice messages to wake up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Wrestle with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Don't go hang out with your ex when shes not with you, you might not realize how badly it hurts her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;If you're talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and hug her and kiss her.... let her know she's yours and they aren't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Write her notes or call her just to say "hi"..and not just at night after you've already been out with other girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Introduce her to your friends . . . as your girlfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Play with her hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;b&gt; Pick her up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn't like it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Make her laugh, if you can make her laugh, you can make her do anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;b&gt; If you care about her, then tell her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Every guy should give their girl 3 things: a stuffed animal(she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep), jewelry (she'll treasure it forever), and one of his t-shirts (she'll most likely wear it to bed).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;b&gt;Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;b&gt; Hang out with her on weekends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;b&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;b&gt; If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Remember her birthday and get her something, even if it's simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. it means all the world to HER. it's the thought that counts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;When she gives you a present on your birthday, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;b&gt;Girl don't necessarily have to have hour-long conversations every night, but it's nice for them to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;b&gt;Give her what she wants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;b&gt;Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;b&gt;Tell her she's beautiful, she needs to know her striving is working.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;b&gt;Hang out with her whenever you are free and u should be free to hang with your girlfriend all the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;b&gt;If u care about her...SHOW it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-2879872627279356601?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Did you call me?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Hello. Did you call me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#76923c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Called you? No... Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life becomes better not bitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Yes. In every terms, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can't we be free from problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: What surprises you about people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: When they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: How can I get the best out of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO some times its WAIT - the time is not right. Think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;GOD: Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve and NOT a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Thank you! and I promise to you that I'll keep in touch with YOU for everything in my life, hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-1930880253596328150?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My men friends have female friends and this Information is too important to miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass it along and share it with your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun, braid or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed . They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair . Women with short hair are not common targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who's clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around specifically to cut clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) They also look for women on their cell phone, searching through their purse, or doing other activities while walking because they are off-guard and can be easily overpowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Men are most likely to attack &amp;amp; rape in the early morning, between 5:00 a.m. and 8:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The number one place women are abducted from/attacked is grocery store parking lots. The number two : office parking lots/garages. Number three : public restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to another location where they don't have to worry about getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Only 2% said they carried weapons because rape carries a 3-5 year sentence but rape with a weapon is 15-20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn't worth it because it will be time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas, or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys are NOT a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Several defense mechanisms he taught us are : If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it?, or make general small talk : 'I can't believe it is so cold out here,' 'We're in for a bad winter.' Now you've seen their face and could identify them in a line-up; you lose appeal as a target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell STOP! or STAY BACK! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they'd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes), yell I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) If someone grabs you, you can't beat them with strength but you can by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the Arm (between the elbow and armpit) OR in the upper inner thigh VERY VERY HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands - the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it - it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) After the initial hit, always GO for the GROIN. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy's parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you'll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble and he's out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don't dismiss it, go with your instincts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel a little silly at the time, but you'd feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do : The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide in New Orleans : If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you....chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc, and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.) DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, repeat : DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot or parking garage :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.) Be aware : look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door.. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times. And even then, it most likely WILL NOTbe a vital organ. RUN, preferably in a zigzag pattern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic : STOP! It may get you raped or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well-educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Another Safety Point : Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on and DO NOT open the door for a crying baby --- This should be taken seriously because the Crying Baby theory was mentioned on America's Most Wanted this past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-3293616549593079773?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;May
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you’ve got the looks for it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Jul
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an “every thing’s peachy” attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of “that someone”. Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by “no pain no gain” caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. “charming” or “beautiful” to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Sept
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Nov
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(74, 67, 68);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.fropki.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible… Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;" face="verdana"&gt;
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color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;When   she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was   that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;'It   was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;'Great,'   the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes   me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral   of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If   you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your   shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable   exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lesson   2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A   priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;She   got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a   leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   priest nearly had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;After   controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her   leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up  her leg  again.&lt;br /&gt;The  nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm   129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is   weak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Arriving   at the convent, the nun sighed heavily&lt;br /&gt;and  went on her  way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;On   his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It  said,  'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find   glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral   of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If   you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great   opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lesson   3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A   sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch  when  they find an antique oil lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;They   rub it and a Genie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;The  Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just  one  wish.'&lt;br /&gt;'Me  first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in  the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bahamas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; ,  driving a speedboat,  without a care in the  world.'&lt;br /&gt;Puff!  She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;'Me   next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing  on the  beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina  Coladas and the love  of my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Puff!   He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;'OK,   you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;The  manager says, 'I want those  two back in the office  after&lt;br /&gt;lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral   of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Always   let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lesson   4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;An   eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing  nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A   small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and  do  nothing?'&lt;br /&gt;The  eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So,   the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a  sudden, a  fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral   of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;To   be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high   up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lesson   5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A   turkey was chatting with a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;'I   would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey,  'but  I haven't got the energy.'&lt;br /&gt;'Well,  why don't you nibble on some of my  droppings?' replied the bull. They're  packed with  nutrients.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough   strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second   branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Finally   after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the   tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He   was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the   tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moral   of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bull   Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you   there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lesson   6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A   little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird  froze and  fell to the ground into a large field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;While   he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on   him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;As   the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize  how  warm he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The   dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He   lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for  joy.&lt;br /&gt;A  passing  cat heard the bird singing and came to  investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Following   the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and   promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Morals   of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;(1)   Not everyone who shits on you is your  enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;(2)   Not everyone who gets you out of shit is   your&lt;br /&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: navy; font-style: italic; font-family: Arial;"&gt;(3)   And when you're in deep shit, it's best to  keep&lt;br /&gt;your  mouth  shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; 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Drink plenty of  water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch  like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Eat more foods that  grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make time to  practice meditation, yoga, and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;7.  Read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit in silence for at least 10  minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk  every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Don't compare your life to  others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't have  negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in  the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't waste your  precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;16. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;17. Envy is  a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;18. Forget issues of the  past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will  ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating  anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil  the present.&lt;br /&gt;21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;22.  Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply  part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the  lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;23. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;24. You  don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Society:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;25. Call your family  often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;26. Each day give something good to  others.&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;28. Spend time with people  over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;29. Try to make at least three  people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;30. What other people think of you is none of your  business.&lt;br /&gt;31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends  will. Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;32. Do the right  thing!&lt;br /&gt;33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;34.  GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;35. However good or bad a situation is, it will  change.&lt;br /&gt;36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;37. The  best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for  it.&lt;br /&gt;39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not  the least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;40.  Please Forward this to everyone you care about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD BLESS EVERYONE!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-1141620047867095290?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At a morning meeting, the head of security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;told stories of why these people were alive, and all  the stories were just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;the 'LITTLE' things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;As you might know, the head of the company survived  that day because his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;son started  kindergarten..Another fellow was alive because it was his turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;to bring donuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman was late because her alarm  clock didn't go off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;in time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them missed his bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spilled  food on her clothes and had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;take  time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's car wouldn't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One went back to answer the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;telephone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as  soon as he should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;have.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;One couldn't get a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that  struck everyone was the man who put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;new pair of shoes that  morning, took the various means to get to work but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;before he got there, he developed a blister on his  foot. He stopped at a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;drugstore to  buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn  back to answer a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;ringing  telephone......... all the little things that annoy me. I think to&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;myself, this is exactly where God wants me  to be at this very moment...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Next time your morning seems to be going  wrong, the children are slow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;getting  dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;light, don't get mad or frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;God is at work watching over you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-8762935555205283070?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her heart was  beating once every ten seconds and she was not breathing. As doctors gave  up, Miss Isbister lifted her baby out of her hospital blanket and placed her on  her chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYLbMlmJ8TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Sm6YYkK0V68/s1600-h/untitled+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYLbMlmJ8TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Sm6YYkK0V68/s400/untitled+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297037121038184754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life-saver: The mother's hug that kickstarted Rachael's  heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "I didn't want her to die being cold.  So I lifted her out of her blanket and put her against my skin to warm her up.  Her feet were so cold. "It was the only cuddle I was going to have with her, so  I wanted to remember the moment." Then something remarkable happened. The warmth  of her mother's skin kickstarted Rachael's heart into beating properly, which  allowed her to take little breaths of her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss Isbister said: "We  couldn't believe it - and neither could the doctors. She let out a tiny  cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The doctors came in and said there was still no hope - but I wasn't  letting go of her. We had her blessed by the hospital chaplain, and waited for  her to slip away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"But she still hung on. And then amazingly the pink colour  began to return to her cheeks. She literally was turning from grey to pink  before our eyes, and she began to warm up too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four months later, Rachael  was allowed home weighing 8 lb - the same as a newborn baby - and she has a  healthy appetite. Miss Isbister, a 36-year- old chemist from West Lothian,  said: "Rachael has been such a little fighter - it is a miracle that she is here  at all. When she was born the doctors told us that she would die within 20  minutes. But that one precious cuddle saved her life. I'll never forget it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss Isbister and her partner David Elliott, 35, an electronics engineer,  were thrilled when she became pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the 20-week scan at the Edinburgh  Royal Infirmary, doctors told them she was carrying a girl and they decided to  name her Rachael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But at 24 weeks a womb infection led to premature labour.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Isbister, who also has two children Samuel, 10, and Kirsten, eight,  from a previous marriage, said: "We were terrified we were going to lose her. I  had suffered three miscarriages before, so we didn't think there was much hope. When Rachael was born she was grey and lifeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The doctor just took one  look at her and said no," said Miss Isbister.&lt;br /&gt;"They didn't even try to help  her with her breathing as they said it would just prolong her dying. Everyone  just gave up on her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ian Laing, a consultant neonatologist at the hospital,  said: "All the signs were that the little one was not going to make it and we  took the decision to let mum have a cuddle as it was all we could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Two  hours later the wee thing was crying. This is indeed a miracle baby and I have  seen nothing like it in my 27 years of practice. I have not the slightest doubt  that mother's love saved her daughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rachael was moved on to a ventilator  where she continued to make steady progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss Isbister said: "The  doctors said that she had proved she was a fighter and that she now deserved  some intensive care as there was some hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"She had done it all on her own  - without any medical intervention or drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"She had clung on to life - and  it was all because of that cuddle. It had warmed up her body enough for her to  start fighting." Because Rachel had suffered from a lack of oxygen doctors said  there was a high risk of damage to her brain. But a scan showed no evidence of  any problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the days passed, Rachael began to gain in strength and put  on weight. She had laser treatment to save her sight because the blood vessels  had not had a chance to develop properly in the womb. And she also had six blood  transfusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"We couldn't believe that she was doing so well," her mother  said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Her heart rate and breathing would suddenly sometimes drop without  warning, but she just got stronger and stronger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After five weeks she was  taken off a ventilator and Miss Isbister was able to breastfeed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then,  after four months, the couple were allowed to take her home - a day they thought  they would never see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss Isbister said: "She is doing so well. When we  finally brought her home, the doctors told us that she was a remarkable little  girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And most of all, she just loves her cuddles. She will sleep for  hours, just curled into my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It was that first cuddle which saved her  life - and I'm just so glad I trusted my instinct and picked her up when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Otherwise she wouldn't be here today." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYLbDokgA8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4ySrXoFIfbM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYLbDokgA8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4ySrXoFIfbM/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297036967217726402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing well: Carolyn Isbister at home with Rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-8134068838554392243?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It  is a story of a man  and an older woman who ran off to  live and love each other   in peace for over half a century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYECjLIeI/AAAAAAAAABk/FMM75V971kg/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYECjLIeI/AAAAAAAAABk/FMM75V971kg/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296259619470647778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  70-year-old Chinese man who  hand-carved over 6,000 stairs up a  mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed  away in the cave  which has been the couple's home for the last 50   years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYbPIjRgI/AAAAAAAAABs/_dU7kEOUNPM/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYbPIjRgI/AAAAAAAAABs/_dU7kEOUNPM/s400/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296260017985635842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;Over 50  years ago, Liu Guojiang a 19   year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed   mother named Xu  Chaoqin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYnDAiJhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D1jq5dWjjVo/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYnDAiJhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/D1jq5dWjjVo/s400/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296260220889212434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;In a twist  worthy of Shakespeare's Romeo  and Juliet, friends and  relatives criticized the relationship because of the  age  difference and the fact that Xu already had children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;At that time, it  was unacceptable and immoral for a young man  to  love an  older woman.. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of  their  communities, the couple decided to  elope and lived  in a cave in Jiangjin  County in Southern  ChongQing Municipality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYvsebXCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yoGakvcJlco/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAYvsebXCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yoGakvcJlco/s400/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296260369459403810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;In the  beginning, life was harsh as hey had nothing,  no electricity  or even food.  They had to eat grass and roots they found  in  the mountain, and Liu made a  kerosene lamp that they  used to light up their  lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu felt that she  had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him,  'Are you  regretful? Liu always replied, 'As long as we are industrious,  life  will improve.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;In the second year  of living  in the  mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to   hand-carve the steps  so that his wife could get down the  mountain  easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;Half a  century  later in 2001, a group of adventurers were  exploring the  forest and  were surprised to find the elderly couple and the   over 6,000 hand-carved  steps.  Liu MingSheng,   one of their seven children said, 'My parents loved  each  other so much, they  have lived in seclusion for over 50  years and never  been apart a single day.  He hand carved  more than 6,000 steps over the years  for my mother's   convenience, although she doesn't go down the mountain  that   much.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAY2kEHSlI/AAAAAAAAACE/O9DWRPVsqyk/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAY2kEHSlI/AAAAAAAAACE/O9DWRPVsqyk/s400/5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296260487460637266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;The couple had   lived in peace  for over 50 years until last week. Liu,  now 72 years, returned  from his daily  farm work and  collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her husband as  he  passed away  in her arms. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no  one was able  to release the  grip he had on his wife's  hand even after he had passed away.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAY7a2q1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/I55HaGSVFaY/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAY7a2q1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/I55HaGSVFaY/s400/6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296260570887672914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You  promised me you'll take care of  me, you'll always be with me  until the day I died, now you left before me, how  am I going  to live without you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xu spent days softly repeating  this  sentence and touching her husband's black coffin with  tears rolling down her  cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006000;"&gt;In 2006, their  story  became one of the top 10 love stories from China , collected  by the  Chinese Women Weekly. The local government has decided  to  preserve the love  ladder and the place they lived as  a museum, so this love  story can live  forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAZAV2rYpI/AAAAAAAAACU/0W5_ATKO2XU/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHWVsZfq_Sw/SYAZAV2rYpI/AAAAAAAAACU/0W5_ATKO2XU/s400/7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296260655444877970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-7609920123466483974?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Piotrkow, Poland. The sky was gloomy that  morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's  Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we  were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run  rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would  be separated.&lt;br /&gt; 'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother,  whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age.. Say you're sixteen.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; I was tall  for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable  as a worker. An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones.  He looked me up and down, then asked my age. 'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me  to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already  stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mother was motioned to the right with the other  women, children, sick and elderly people. I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He  didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. 'No,'  she said sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.' She  had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me.  She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the  last I ever saw of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to  Germany. We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later  and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and  identification numbers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers.  'Call me 94983.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading  the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had  become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of  Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice,  'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.' Then I  woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream. But in this place there could be no  angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp,  around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not  easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a  litle girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a  birch tree. I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her  softly in German.&lt;br /&gt; 'Do you have something to eat?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; She didn't understand.  I inched closer to the fence and repeated question in Polish. She stepped  forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl  looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen  jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to  run away, I heard her say faintly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I'll see you tomorrow.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same  time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of  bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught  would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her, just a kind  farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she  risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the  other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread  and apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were  crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp inCzechoslovakia.  'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.' I turned toward the  barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl  whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war  was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.  On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00  AM.  In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death  seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived.. Now, it was over. I  thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But at 8 A.M. There was a commotion. I heard shouts,  and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my  brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open.  Everyone was running, so I did too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not  sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my  survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had  saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother  had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eventually I made my way to England where I was  sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had  survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America,  where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the  Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years. By August 1957 I'd  opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called  me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept  pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his  date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad.  Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too,  with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with  life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was  easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!  We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the  boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the  shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the  backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much  had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Where were you,'  she asked softly, 'during the war?'&lt;br /&gt; 'The camps,' I said, the terrible memories still  vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget. &lt;br /&gt; She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in  Germany, not far from Berlin,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he  got us Aryan papers.' I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a  constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world. &lt;br /&gt; 'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued.  'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some  other boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'What did he look like? I asked. He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I  must have seen him every day for six months.'&lt;br /&gt; My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This  couldn't be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving  Schlieben?'&lt;br /&gt; Roma looked at me in amazement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Yes,' That was me! '  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel.&lt;br /&gt; 'I'm not letting you go.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I said to Roma. And in the  back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait. &lt;br /&gt; 'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet  her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked  forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew:  her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of  circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found  her again, I could never let her go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never  let her go.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              Herman Rosenblat, Miami Beach, Florida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a true story and you can find out more by  Googling Herman Rosenblat as he was Bar Mitzvahed at age 75. This story is  being made into a movie called The Fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4839311758111012564-4717916320847131514?l=memorialstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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