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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFSHw-fyp7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826540385794919451</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:20:19.257-08:00</updated><category term="UofM" /><category term="Rich Rodriguez" /><category term="China" /><category term="Emperor" /><category term="Brock Mealer" /><title>Sappy Stories</title><subtitle type="html">Sappy stories that pull on your heart strings.  Happy or sad, these stories are pretty sappy and may make you cry, beware!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sappystories.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SappyStories" /><feedburner:info uri="sappystories" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFSH84eip7ImA9Wx5VGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826540385794919451.post-2998725102813013626</id><published>2010-10-11T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:10:19.132-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T07:10:19.132-07:00</app:edited><title>The Rich Family In Church</title><content type="html">What defines a rich person or a poor person?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it what's in your bank account, or what's in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;
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Back in 1946 a young girl named Eddy learned the true answer to that question.  She came from a monetarily poor family, as her father had passed away and left her mother with three young girls to raise with no money.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day the church announced that they would be collecting money for a poor family.  Eddy and her family thought of ways to try and save up just a little bit of money, anything they could do.  They ate potatoes for a month, made potholders to sell, tried to reduce their electricity... and in the end they saved up $70 to donate to the poor family.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing was, of course, that they themselves were the poor family.  After the collection at church, the pastor came to their house and delivered them the envelope containing their $70, and another $17 from the rest of the congregation.  Eddy and her family were shocked.  They had never thought of themselves as poor!&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end her family ended up donating the money to a missionary who was building churches in Africa.  When the missionary saw the money they put in, he exclaimed that they must really have some rich people in the church!  It was then that her family realized the true nature of wealth, that richness comes from within, not from your bank account.&lt;br /&gt;
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Read the whole story over at Mikey's Funnies: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.mikeysfunnies.com/archive/richFamily/index.html"&gt;The Rich Family In Church&lt;/a&gt; by Eddie Ogan&lt;br /&gt;
and &lt;a href="http://www.mikeysfunnies.com/archive/richFamily/aboutEddie2.html"&gt;The Real Eddie Ogan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-2998725102813013626?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
There is an ancient Chinese tale about a group of young boys who are among the chosen few who may be emperor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are all brought before the current emperor and given a seed, and are told to plant the seed in a pot and grow it.&lt;br /&gt;
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One boy goes home, plants his seed in fresh clean dirt and waters it every day.  After a week, there is no progress.  Two weeks, no progress.  After a month there is still no progress and the boy thinks to himself that surely he has failed because all of the other boys have excellent growing plants to show the emperor.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the boy arrives, the emperor announces that he is to be the chosen one!&lt;br /&gt;
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But the boy is confused, how can this be?  All the other boys have grown plants?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The emperor then reveals the truth... all of the young boys were given boiled seeds that could not grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every boy who brought a plant to the emperor replaced their boiled seed with another, to try and fool the emperor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honesty and integrity are incredibly important traits for all children, not just emperors, so why not share this story with your little boys and girls!&lt;br /&gt;
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Read the full story at Unveiling: &lt;a href="http://www.unveiling.org/Articles/seed.html"&gt;The Emperor and the Seed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-7771492919736591495?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
On Christmas Eve 2007, he went for a drive with his father Dave, his girlfriend Hollis, and his brother Brock.&lt;br /&gt;
In a tragic twist of fate, his father and girlfriend were killed in a horrific car accident, and his brother was paralized from the waist down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brock was told he had a one percent chance of ever walking again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost three years later, after intense physical training at the University of Michigan, Brock found his legs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And not only that, U of M coach Rich Rodriguez asked him to WALK on the field and lead the Wolverines out for their first game of the 2010 season!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.annarbor.com/sports/um-football/for-brock-mealer-saturdays-walk-out-of-michigan-stadium-tunnel-was-dream-come-true/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Brock Mealer, U of M, Rich Rodriguez" src="http://www.annarbor.com/assets_c/2010/09/BROCK-MEALER-1-thumb-310x465-52838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Read more of the story at AnnArbor.com: &lt;a href="http://www.annarbor.com/sports/um-football/from-never-to-walking-brock-mealer-will-lead-michigan-football-team-onto-field-saturday/"&gt;From 'never' to walking: Brock Mealer will lead Michigan football team onto field Saturday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-3887570370090921191?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some say we're too concerned about our own safety, but this little pup put his own life in danger to drag another dog to safety.&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch the video if you have tissues handy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Huffington Post: &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/12/03/dog-saves-other-injured-d_n_148238.html"&gt;Dog Saves Other Injured Dog Lying On A Highway (VIDEO)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-4075314284588045153?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In this case, it's something wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;
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Eight years ago police raided a drug cartel to find a lion, tiger and bear cub in captivity all together.  They were trophies in the eyes of the drug baron.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the eyes of the zoo keepers that rescued them, they were 3 unlikely companions that somehow had formed a bond during a rough situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the zoo received the two month old little bundles of fur, they decided that it would be for the animals benefit if they were kept together since they had already formed an emotional bond.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, eight years later they are fully grown, but still pals out at the &lt;a href="http://www.noahs-ark.org/"&gt;Noah's Ark Animal Rescue Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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An amazing story of a few fuzzy creatures sticking together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Urlesque: &lt;a href="http://www.urlesque.com/2009/12/15/lions-tigers-and-bears/"&gt;Lions And Tigers And Bears, Oh My! They're Roommates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
DailyMail.co.uk: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1234087/Lions-tigers-bears-oh-The-Jungle-Book-predators-forged-lifelong-friendship.html#ixzz0ZnjLFjOV"&gt;Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! The Jungle Book predators who have forged a lifelong friendship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-1657720366349154495?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a &lt;a href="http://www.hhofdogcontest.com/home"&gt;Hallmark contest&lt;/a&gt; for a special Christmas dog going on right now, and the sappy story below must be the best story of them all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://hhofdogcontest.com/dogs/hamlet-collins-nov-24"&gt;Vote for Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f0f0f0"&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have entered our dog Hamlet in the Hallmark Hall of Fame contest for a great Christmas dog.  We would be grateful if you could click the link below and vote for Hamlet and pass this on to as many people as you know.&lt;br /&gt;
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His story is that we had 2 dogs, Taz and Roxy. Taz got very sick and died and Roxy was dying of sadness. John had Beagles when he was a child and he really wanted another Beagle and this was around the time that all the animals were being brought up to Michigan after Hurricane Katrina so we had been looking at many shelters and Humane societies for a Beagle, and...seriously,...totally not kidding....Hamlet came up to our front door on Christmas day and sat in front of our door.  We opened the door and he sat there and looked at us, so we talked to him for a bit. He had a collar on but no tags, so we made up flyers and put them up at all local restaurants, grocery stores, vet clinics and gas stations and no one ever called to claim him so he has been with us ever since.  In this picture....he just jumped up in the chair by the tree and sat there for the longest time just staring at the tree...it was the cutest thing. We love him and think he is the perfect dog of Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Please vote!   Thank you and I hope you have a Christmas miracle of your own!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://hhofdogcontest.com/dogs/hamlet-collins-nov-24"&gt;Vote for Hamlet&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-7528340798552101048?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Here is a sappy story about a little cat that is brought into an animal shelter, and is nearly frozen solid.&lt;br /&gt;
It's up to some very caring volunteers to save her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the article:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f0f0f0;"&gt;"Whatcha got there?" ... "A cat, ... I'm not sure if it's still alive."&lt;br /&gt;
... pulls the black and white cat, so cold it's rigid, out of the carrier.&lt;br /&gt;
The eyes are closed. There's no movement. This is an awful moment for anyone who loves animals.&lt;br /&gt;
She steels herself. And then hears the tiniest squeak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I won't spoil the ending, but I can tell you it's a sappy one! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Story here:&lt;br /&gt;
Neatorama - &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2009/11/29/meet-icee-tale-of-a-frozen-cat-that-will-warm-your-heart/"&gt;Meet Icee: Tale of a Frozen Cat That Will Warm Your Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
USA Today - &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/lifestyle/pets/2009-11-24-pet-talk-icee_n.htm"&gt;Pet Talk: Tale of half-frozen cat named Icee will warm the heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-3105524694640828847?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While imprisoned in a nearby concentration camp, this British soldier Denis Avey snuck into Auschwitz, the infamous Holocaust Concentration camp.&lt;br /&gt;
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He tried to communicate with the Jewish prisoners there, and even managed to help one of them out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="background-color: #f0f0f0"&gt;He was determined to help, especially when he met Jewish prisoner Ernst Lobethall.&lt;br /&gt;
Mr Lobethall told him he had a sister Susana who had escaped to England as a child, on the eve of war. Back in his own camp, Mr Avey contacted her via a coded letter to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;
He arranged for cigarettes, chocolate and a letter from Susana to be sent to him and smuggled them to his friend. Cigarettes were more valuable than gold in the camp and he hoped he would be able to trade them for favours to ease his plight - and he was right.&lt;br /&gt;
Mr Lobethall traded two packs of Players cigarettes in return for getting his shoes resoled. It helped save his life when thousands perished or were murdered on the notorious death marches out of the camps in winter in 1945.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Read the full story:&lt;br /&gt;
Neatorama: &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2009/11/30/sneaking-into-auschwitz/"&gt;Sneaking Into Auschwitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BBC: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8382457.stm"&gt;The man who smuggled himself into Auschwitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-6629186674248949336?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
This girl did!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laura Hughes was sailing near the Greek island of Rhodes when her boat's engine stopped working.  She was with her friend John Cochrane, her two dogs and nine newborn puppies.&lt;br /&gt;
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An experienced sailor, she took the puppies in a basket and swam over 100 meters to shore, saving every one!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Via &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/turkey/6596749/British-sailing-woman-swam-ashore-with-puppies-on-head.html"&gt;Neatorama&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/turkey/6596749/British-sailing-woman-swam-ashore-with-puppies-on-head.html"&gt;Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-3513456974674676924?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
In the scuffle nine soldiers were wounded, and the the dog was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;
After months of searching they officially declared the dog Missing In Action.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can never count a good dog out though, and over a year later Sabi turned up at a remote base!&lt;br /&gt;
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More info at &lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2009/11/12/bomb-sniffing-dog-returns-after-being-lost-in-afghanistan-for-14-months/"&gt;Neatorama&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8356224.stm"&gt;BBC News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-4762900436791401489?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The child exited, but the door quickly closed on the father before he could get out with his son!&lt;br /&gt;
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A nearby woman watched in horror as the subway train sped away leaving the child on the platform.&lt;br /&gt;
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This wonderfully kind hearted stranger sat and stayed with the young boy until his father returned.&lt;br /&gt;
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After hugs and tears the father is reunited, thanks to this Good Samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/ashleytalong/faulty-train-door-leaves-3-year-old-stranded-hpz/"&gt;Video from BuzzFeed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.katu.com/news/local/71053867.html"&gt;more details from Katu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dEjBQsf3uh54nJsnDnV-Jw8J6HU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dEjBQsf3uh54nJsnDnV-Jw8J6HU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SappyStories/~4/WGia04sRvq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6339765128069759907/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-year-old-saved-by-stranger.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6826540385794919451/posts/default/6339765128069759907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6826540385794919451/posts/default/6339765128069759907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SappyStories/~3/WGia04sRvq0/three-year-old-saved-by-stranger.html" title="Three Year Old Saved by a Stranger" /><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-year-old-saved-by-stranger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CQXk5fCp7ImA9WxNaEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826540385794919451.post-1691233834218124245</id><published>2009-11-23T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:31:00.724-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T13:31:00.724-08:00</app:edited><title>Kids &amp; Strangers</title><content type="html">It's amazing the mental pictures that kids come up with for things that parents have tried to explain to them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/what-does-a-stranger-look-like/"&gt;From BuzzFeed&lt;/a&gt; we have an old PSA featuring some young kids talking about what they think a stranger looks like, and how to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
For this extravagant feat, he went and had a custom movie made with a proposal at the end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then he rented out a movie theater, filled it with friends and family, and brought her in there for the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just watch!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
And we all support the troops, right?&lt;br /&gt;
Especially on and around Veteran's Day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well it's a little known fact that dogs love soldiers too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mental Floss has compiled a list of videos of soldiers coming home and being greeted by their puppies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/40324"&gt;Click Here to watch all the videos at Mental Floss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Below is a preview of one of them:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
So instead she turned it into a party for the localy retirement community, how sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/2009/11/09/jilted-bride-turns-wedding-into-party/"&gt;Jilted Bride Turns Wedding Into Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"It made me feel good," Harris says. "We didn't want anything to go to waste."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6826540385794919451-2452492956754032649?l=sappystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K0eyWV8dkjXv7EgF9YTSJkayntc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K0eyWV8dkjXv7EgF9YTSJkayntc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SappyStories/~4/mV0Ang8QN5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sappystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2452492956754032649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/retirement-wedding-party.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6826540385794919451/posts/default/2452492956754032649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6826540385794919451/posts/default/2452492956754032649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SappyStories/~3/mV0Ang8QN5I/retirement-wedding-party.html" title="Retirement Wedding Party" /><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://sappystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/retirement-wedding-party.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFSXYzfSp7ImA9WxNUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826540385794919451.post-4642784328360510847</id><published>2009-11-08T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:28:38.885-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T18:28:38.885-08:00</app:edited><title>Alex's Lemonade Stand</title><content type="html">A young girl named Alex was diagnosed with cancer at age 1.  Doctor's doubted she would ever walk.  By age 2 she was walking with leg braces.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On her 4th birthday, she told her parents she wanted to start a lemonade stand to raise money to help fight the cancer.  In the first year of her lemonade stand she raised $2,000, and she continued to run a lemonade stand for charity every year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sadly she passed away at age 8, but not before she raised over 1 million dollars for charity!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her family is continuing her vision through a charity founded in her name, &lt;a href="http://www.alexslemonade.org/about/meet-alex"&gt;Alex's Lemonade Stand Foundation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can just see from the tears in her eyes how much she truly loves him and missed him.&lt;br /&gt;
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A six year old girl named Elena was diagnosed with brain cancer... she passed on in less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;
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After she was gone, her parents began to find little love notes that she had hidden throughout the house.  "I love you Mom &amp; Dad" or a page full of little hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm getting teary eyed just typing up this blog!&lt;br /&gt;
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They are selling the book about her story and the notes, and the profits are going to charity to help fight the cancer that Elena died from:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.notesleftbehind.com/"&gt;www.notesleftbehind.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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