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	<title>Personal Development Archive</title>
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	<description>My invitation to you to live a meaningful and happy life.</description>
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		<title>Listening - The Great Healer</title>
		<description>Amy is one of my dearest friends, and I've known and lover her nieces, Chelsey and Katie, since they were little girls. When Chelsea was about 5 years old and Katie nearly twelve, they would enjoy going for trips in my van. The two girls, sitting way in back, would ...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Personal-Development-Archive/~4/8bKrSCwF6GY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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		<title>Holding My Mother’s Hand (by Daniel Gottlieb)</title>
		<description>It was six o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day 1998 when I heard my father's frightened voice on the telephone.

"Danny,your mother's been rushed to the hospital. You'd better get here right away."

My mother had not been aging gracefully. She had been growing more and more frail and confused ...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Personal-Development-Archive/~4/5RI8agjULNI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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		<title>It’s Never Too Late!</title>
		<description>In May of 1983, Helen Hill,age 95, received her high school diploma. She was absolutely ecstatic. When she finished high school 76 years earlier, she and her five classmates did not receive formal diplomas because the school was so much in debt,it could not afford them. Mrs. Hill was the ...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Personal-Development-Archive/~4/FNxZhj-iY6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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		<title>Childhood Memories</title>
		<description>“Tunas Puteri bertujuan, menolong orang dan berkawan.” (Brownies are meant for helping people and making friends.
 
Do you rember this song? J
 
I was introduced to this song at the age of ten, the age where the school ruled that the students have to enroll themselves in uniformed society in school.
 
I chose ...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Personal-Development-Archive/~4/gMamk91ViPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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		<title>What Constitutes a Good Life? by Jim Rohn</title>
		<description>THE ULTIMATE EXPRESSION OF LIFE IS NOT A PAYCHECK.

The ultimate expression of life is not a Mercedes. The ultimate expression of life is not a million dollars or a bank account or a home. Here's the ultimate expression of life, in my opinion, and that is living a good life. ...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Personal-Development-Archive/~4/jlpi26dBSaQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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