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&quot;Because I&#39;m a woman,&quot; she told him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I don&#39;t understand,&quot; he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, &quot;And&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; you never will.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Later the little boy asked his father, &quot;Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;All women cry for no reason,&quot; was all his dad could say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;God, why do women cry so easily?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; God said, &quot;When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else 
gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue 
without complaining.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
 sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him And 
finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use 
whenever it is needed.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;You see my son,&quot; said God, &quot;the beauty
 of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she 
carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the&lt;br /&gt; place where love resides.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowwheniamold.blogspot.com/feeds/3562691003460755981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowwheniamold.blogspot.com/2013/03/who-are-women-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7163470642125032469/posts/default/3562691003460755981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7163470642125032469/posts/default/3562691003460755981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowwheniamold.blogspot.com/2013/03/who-are-women-crying.html' title='Why are women crying'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266587253715519473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7163470642125032469.post-7398420479293189243</id><published>2013-01-15T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T04:13:42.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good laugh is always welcome: -heat problem =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving  family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I&#39;ve aged, I&#39;ve become  more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.  I&#39;ve become my own friend. I don&#39;t  chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or  for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn&#39;t  need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am  entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too  many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the  great freedom that comes with aging.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whose business is it if I  choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until  noon?&amp;nbsp; I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&#39;s,  and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love.. I will  I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging  body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite  the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old!&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is  just as well forgotten, and I eventually remember the important things.&lt;br /&gt;
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart  not  break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a  beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength  and understanding and compassion. A heart  never broken is pristine and  sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guy-sports.com/jokes/retirement_jokes.htm&quot;&gt; &lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;Old Age is a Gift&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;imgRight&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://www.guy-sports.com/fun_pictures/friends_heaven.jpg&quot; width=&quot;324&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever  etched into deep grooves on my face. So  many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn  silver. I can say &#39;no&#39;, and mean it. I can say &#39;yes&#39;, and mean it&lt;br /&gt;
As you get older,  it is easier to be positive. You care less about what  other people think. I don&#39;t  question myself anymore. I&#39;ve even earned the right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;
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So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has  set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live  forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what  could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat  dessert every single day&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.&lt;br /&gt;
Kindly send by my sister Alicia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, the               doctor came in looking tired and somber. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;m afraid I am the bearer of bad news,&quot; he said as he surveyed the               worried faces, &quot;The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a               brain transplant. It&#39;s an experimental procedure, semi-risky, and you will               have to pay for the brain yourselves.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a length of               time, someone asked, &quot;Well, how much does a brain cost?&quot; The Doctor               quickly responded, &quot;$5000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding               eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. A man, unable to               control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask,               &quot;Why is the male brain so much more?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and then to the entire group               said, &quot;It&#39;s just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the               price of the female brains, because they&#39;ve been used.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;(Ecclesiastes 1:12-14) .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;.I, the congregator, happened to be king over Israel in Jerusalem. 13&amp;nbsp;And I set my heart to seek and explore wisdom in relation to everything that has been done under the heavens—the calamitous occupation that God has given to the sons of mankind in which to be occupied. 14&amp;nbsp;I saw all the works that were done under the sun, and, look! everything was vanity and a striving after wind.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowwheniamold.blogspot.com/feeds/1118641016671687684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nowwheniamold.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-died-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7163470642125032469/posts/default/1118641016671687684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7163470642125032469/posts/default/1118641016671687684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowwheniamold.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-died-too.html' title='I died too'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17266587253715519473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>