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This letter broke my heart today:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I vividly remember the first time I fell in love with him. It started from that very strong mutual attraction. Then I discover myself thinking about him and wanting to be with him all the time. I thought I had given up love and have thought that it was not for me. I didn't want to fall in love, afraid to be hurt again. But when I met him that one afternoon, everything changed about my feelings and skepticism. I started dreaming again. Everything around me became beautiful. Whenever I thought of him, my heart beats faster. I realized I was falling deeply in love. I found a new meaning of love. I have a man who loves me more than I have ever been loved. So I thought...Now I am here all alone, asking myself where I went wrong. I don't understand how easy for him to just walk away...Where did I go wrong?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I felt the pain that she's going through. When we're in love with a person, we take them seriously. But later on in the relationship when we start seeing the other side of the person, the one that we don't like, then we start to have issues. The reality of loving is, the one who gives us so much happiness is also the one who will break our heart. We become vulnerable to that person.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you think loving is all bed of roses, think again. &amp;nbsp;The the truth is, it takes a lot of hard work and equal responsibility from both couple. We invest not just time and money but most of all, our most precious and guarded emotion. It can either bring out the best in us or it can shatter our world. For some who are not strong enough, will resort to drugs, alcohol or other kinds of addiction just to forget their pain for a while. I know quite a few people whose lives turned upside down and broken into pieces when their relationship didn't work. I don't really blame them, nothing is as devastating as knowing that our beloved has hurt or betrayed us.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are no guarantees in love and there are no established rules on how to keep it safe from pain and heartbreak. It is because every person is different. Each one comes from a background different from the other. There will always be struggles and challenges to overcome if we want to have a a strong and lasting relationship. I find it hard to believe when I hear stories of couples parting ways after decades of being together. Experience thought me that people change. And sometimes part of that change is the way they feel towards us. Sad as it is, but that is a reality we need to be prepared for.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lesson I learned from my past is to take one day at a time. We should cherish each moment that we are together for we don't know what the future holds. We may not be with that person tomorrow. Show more understanding instead of focusing on the flaws and weaknesses. Give more and expect less. Always remember what made you fall in love with that person in the first place. I may sound like a naive, "martyr", or even crazy, hopeless romantic, heart over head woman in love. But I would like to think that if I have given all the love I have, done my part to keep the relationship and still it didn't work, maybe it was not meant to be in the first place. At least I know I've done my best. I will be grateful that I have loved and I was loved. I will have memories to cherish for the rest of my life. Life is too short to spend it being sad and miserable. I am responsible for my happiness and no one could make me feel better but myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is good, so I should live it to the fullest. Time is precious to be wasted feeling sorry for events in our lives that we do not have control with. The sun is &amp;nbsp;even glorious at sunset. Just keep moving. As the lines of Desiderata goes: And whatever your labor and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its shams, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for the post from Barney Cosby&lt;/div&gt;
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I was watching the "Today Show" this morning on &lt;a href="http://www.direct.tv/"&gt;direct.tv&lt;/a&gt;. Sometimes they have a travel expert from either "Budget Travel" or "Travel and Leisure". They had some great suggestions about some up and coming places to visit. They highlighted the Costa Rica. I have been once, but only to the gulf. They showed some really great places to visit. Particularly, the coffee region of Costa Rica. t looks like it is beautiful and lush. There are lots of outdoor things to do like hiking and zip lining. There are some really great places to eat and it is also well known as a culinary region. Also travel to Costa Rica is relatively in expensive and a pretty short trip. Delta takes direct flights from Atlanta to San Jose. They are only a short four hour flight. From San Jose, you can be anywhere in the country with about a three hour drive. There are beautiful beaches on both the Pacific and the Gulf. There are lush jungles and also great animal watching. Last time we were there we saw twenty macaws!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="text-align: left;"&gt;All these are in the past now. After few years of properly managing my credit, I am starting to reap my rewards now. I can get the latest model of sony TV that I've been wanting to put in my living room, &amp;nbsp;or new set of bedroom furnitures through financing payable in one year with zero interest. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't get better than this. On the other side, it can be frustrating sometimes to be inundated with offers from banks, credit companies who kept sending application forms allowing me to get credit in 30 seconds. There was one bank that sent me a pre-approved credit line of $2,000 and all I needed to do was call them and confirmed that I got the card. I ignored that offer but after a month they sent me an account statement billing me $150 for membership fee. Still I ignored that letter because I never used the card. The next month, guess what? They again sent me a bill for $150 plus interest for not paying it the previous month. I was so agitated so I called that bank and told them I was not interested in their offer and they should stop from sending me that bill because I never use their card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I am trying to point that I don't take up on every offer. I only use my credit line when it truly benefits me&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And&amp;nbsp;I am constantly aware and continually monitoring my credit score. &amp;nbsp;I do this through credit bureaus that provide &lt;a href="http://www.freescore.com/"&gt;credit report&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The US government requires these credit bureaus to provide us a free credit report every year. I take advantage of this and I get my &lt;a href="http://www.freescore.com/free-credit-score.aspx"&gt;free credit score&lt;/a&gt; from them to see my progress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I know that the way I manage my finances have a big impact on my life. I believe that it is also very important that I know how to keep my credit in good shape. Monitoring it regularly is one way of tracking my progress. Having a good record will make my life easier. They help me get better deals and better loan rates as long as I can show a history of responsible credit. This I believe is my way of protecting my future.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Christmas is right around the corner again. During this time being away from most of my love ones could be a lonely time. Christmas has always been a very special celebration for our family. We always looked forward to this season with so much anticipation because this is the time of the year when our big family really enjoys spending time together and exchanging presents. The highlight of the celebration would start from all of us going to Mass on Christmas Eve and the good times would continue until Christmas morning. After the celebration, we'd all be sleepy, tired and exhausted but happy. As for me and my daughter Rhea, we could only wish we were coming home this Christmas. This is one of those times when we feel really homesick and wanted to be with family. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having said that, doesn’t mean that I won’t be enjoying the holidays. To me Christmas is special in so many ways. I live in the suburb of Washington DC Northern Virginia. At this time of the year everywhere I go, I hear Christmas songs. At night when I'm home I really enjoy watching Holiday movies on Hallmark channel. Everything just feels so cozy.&amp;nbsp;Every year since I got here I am looking forward to this once a year change in the landscape right where I live. As you drive down the streets of our neighborhood after dark, you are constantly entertained by the panoramic vista of decorated homes all sparkling with myriads of colored lights with thousand tiny bulbs. Some houses have Christmas lights on their trees and shrubs or along the eves of their houses.&amp;nbsp;A few of them have lighted figures of Santa, reindeer, snowmen or other Christmas characters on their front lawns. To me the most spectacular view and the best part is when the ground is covered with a blanket of pure white snow. The surrounding becomes a fantastic wonderland of lights and colors. It is an awesome view to behold. I will always love spending Christmas in the US this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6uXWZOD_3I/Tu64YCCVWsI/AAAAAAAAFLU/slpMxe4wtUw/s1600/christmashouse2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6uXWZOD_3I/Tu64YCCVWsI/AAAAAAAAFLU/slpMxe4wtUw/s320/christmashouse2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though I won't be celebrating this Christmas with my family, I will celebrate it with them in spirit. After all the real essence of this season is what's inside our Heart and what it means to us. And to me the message of this holiday is happiness and the joy of giving and not just receiving. Most of all, being grateful for all that we have. Sometimes because of the things that happened to us we tend to focus on the negative part of life. All we need is step forward a little bit far from our door steps so we could see how bad the sufferings of others are compared to ours. Then we will realized how blessed we are in so many ways.&amp;nbsp;I have always feel so blessed in my life. I have the love of my family, I have real friendships that span half of my life; aside from occasional &amp;nbsp;common colds, and muscle/back pains that comes with age, my health has always been in good shape, I have a stable job that gives me the feeling of accomplishment every day. In the world’s perspective of wealth, I may not be rich in material things but I have everything I ever need. What more can I ask for?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;May the spirit of Christmas which is peace, joy and love be felt by each and every one of us no matter where we are in this world. May we always find reasons to be happy and enjoy the birthday of our Lord. From the bottom of my heart, I wish you all a Merry Christmas and all the best to come in 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945759596854658571-3054902233744209888?l=www.amiezonio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I was relocated to Boston in the spring, I welcomed the change with open  arms. I was not looking forward to another hot and dry Texas summer. I had heard  that Boston summers are awesome! Boy oh boy are they ever! I was so pleased with  the temperatures and regular rain showers, I couldn’t remember ever spending so  much time outside during August. The move to the north had certainly been good  for my soul and I was thrilled to know I was going to call &lt;a href="http://www.libertyhotel.com/" title="Link to Boston packages"&gt;Boston&lt;/a&gt;  home for quite some time. I had spent the whole season reading and enjoying the  outdoors when old man winter showed up unannounced and ready to take over. A  cold snapped arrived early and the only place I was comfortable was in my home  with the heat on high. That’s when I decided to contact &lt;a href="http://www.expertsatellite.com/direct-tv/direct-tv-boston-massachusetts.html"&gt;Boston  direct tv&lt;/a&gt; and get my satellite TV. I had forgotten how much I loved classic  movies and great documentaries since it had been so long since I had even turned  on a television. Come on winter, I ‘m ready for you with remote in hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945759596854658571-8757150298419849180?l=www.amiezonio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;asked that question because&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;nbsp;told me today&amp;nbsp;that she was lonely and feel bad about it. I didn't know what to tell her. I just want her to feel better. I assured her that she will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had known loneliness as a&amp;nbsp;negative feeling&amp;nbsp;that creates a cavity of separation that&amp;nbsp;most of us&amp;nbsp;unknowingly step around. But I think that&amp;nbsp;it is good to be lonely sometimes. From the depth of solitude which is certainly an aspect of loneliness, so many thoughts finally have a chance to bubble up. Thoughts that are not&amp;nbsp;able to come to fruition amidst the clatter of conversation. The&amp;nbsp;world that we have now is always warring and contentious and competitive and grasping and materialistic that sometimes we miss&amp;nbsp;the chance to experience the nuances of&amp;nbsp;our human&amp;nbsp;existence. Sometimes&amp;nbsp;my most profound ideas can rise out of silence and solitude.&amp;nbsp;When I am lonely, I have the opportunity to have a thought that isn’t just in reaction to what I saw or someone else said or did. It stirs my creativity&amp;nbsp;and innovations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still there are moments when&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don’t recognize that alone, lonely, scared, bored or frustrated are not the same thing.&amp;nbsp; It is disconcerting to have that realization.Truly,&amp;nbsp;I need to be introspective, at least to be just myself and to feel the ebb and the flow of life. &lt;br /&gt;
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Loneliness is&amp;nbsp;not a bad thing at all. And as long as I recognize that it is good to feel like that once in a while, as long as I can look at it as an opportunity to look&amp;nbsp;deep inside&amp;nbsp;myself and&amp;nbsp;feel my emotions;&amp;nbsp;then I can truly say that it is okay to be lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945759596854658571-5431130373999630338?l=www.amiezonio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Colonial Williamsburg (CW) is a collection of approximately 40 original,  restored and/or reconstructed buildings located in Williamsburg, Virginia. The  300+ acre area has been beautifully restored to allow visitors to experience  what life was like in the 17th and 18th centuries.&amp;nbsp;The streets are devoid of cars and the way&amp;nbsp;the staffs&amp;nbsp;dress, the way businesses/trades are done and even the way&amp;nbsp;they talk bring you back to those times. Many famous Americans graced the streets and taverns of the city, including George Washington, Patrick Henry, James Madison and Thomas Jefferson. Virginia was the&amp;nbsp;largest  British colony from 1699 until 1780 and Williamsburg was then&amp;nbsp;its&amp;nbsp;political and social  hub. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here&amp;nbsp;are some snapshots of that trip&lt;br /&gt;
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The fall season is&amp;nbsp;at its peak&amp;nbsp;and the world where I am now is surrounded by vibrant autumn colors-- red, yellow and gold.&amp;nbsp; The weather has been gorgeous for a couple of days, sunny but very comfortable although&amp;nbsp;sometimes it gets really&amp;nbsp;chilly especially in the morning. But less than two months from now winter will be here and the trees will turn into gray, colorless and lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don’t get me wrong, I am not being pessimistic. To me the confetti of the fall might be over and the coming winter might be cold and gloomy&amp;nbsp;but not the beautiful and warm colors of life. I am just in my&amp;nbsp;deep reflective mood and can't help but ponder about my life. I am happy that finally I found the balance that I have been looking for and excited about the changes that I am going through&amp;nbsp;now. But I also think that time can get by me if I'm not careful and find ways to ensure that I am not only enjoying as much of it as I can, but is living the life I want to live.&amp;nbsp; Everyday I am conscious of the fact that time is precious, it is slipping away and won't wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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And looking out the window watching the falling&amp;nbsp;leaves dance&amp;nbsp;with the wind before touching the ground, I seem to hear them&amp;nbsp;whisper&amp;nbsp;their message that somehow validates these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first came here in the East Coast there was this little maple&amp;nbsp;tree in front of the deck of&amp;nbsp;our house. This tree was but a small sapling, so weak and hapless that it was almost blown about by the winter winds. Over the changing seasons it has grown taller, thicker. Its branches now reach up to the heavens; its roots have taken a firm grip in the earth. Though its leaves have fallen away throughout each of the seasons, its core has developed to a fuller and more mature stature, and now is&amp;nbsp;the most beautiful tree in the yard. Every time I pass by that house and look at that deck, I can't help but look at&amp;nbsp;the tree and with it, some thoughts make me smile. I feel the warmth in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life from my point of view is constantly evolving and continually changing. I am enjoying&amp;nbsp;every bit of&amp;nbsp;it and I am grateful and blessed for all that I am NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945759596854658571-3845918171094266979?l=www.amiezonio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3dG9h3LfUA/TpO6ZKWtDMI/AAAAAAAAFEA/FByIpA6KVG0/s1600/1270745818pm0B7x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3dG9h3LfUA/TpO6ZKWtDMI/AAAAAAAAFEA/FByIpA6KVG0/s320/1270745818pm0B7x.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I logged onto &lt;a href="http://www.wildbluedeals.com/satellite-internet/minnesota/"&gt;http://www.wildbluedeals.com/satellite-internet/minnesota/&lt;/a&gt;  at work to look into getting internet at our home. We live so far away from  everything on our farm, that we can’t get traditional hard-wired internet  service providers. Over the last five years, I really feel like we have been at  a disadvantage not having internet access from home. I feel like almost  everything is done from the computer now a days. Our office definitely uses the  internet and I feel like I miss out on a lot when I return to work and my inbox  is full with coworker’s conversations from the night before that I missed  because we do not have internet access at home. I didn’t realize that satellite  internet was an option until recently when our neighbors told us that they had  recently gotten it. They are very enthusiastic and have been working on getting  my husband on board too. I think that I have convinced my husband that it is a  necessity and look forward to being connected soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2945759596854658571-5385334744165979783?l=www.amiezonio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The drive to get there:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQuNJUGR6hw/TodboQ_oZhI/AAAAAAAAFCc/BJw5lnb-AvA/s1600/IMG_0367A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQuNJUGR6hw/TodboQ_oZhI/AAAAAAAAFCc/BJw5lnb-AvA/s320/IMG_0367A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ADa3G_Bf5U/Todbuyt53wI/AAAAAAAAFCk/67JiVxKCQ0o/s1600/IMG_0378A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ADa3G_Bf5U/Todbuyt53wI/AAAAAAAAFCk/67JiVxKCQ0o/s320/IMG_0378A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foggy and chilly Virginia by-ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e5aCCq9ViM/Topmyl2IUUI/AAAAAAAAFD0/ozaEdw2U42I/s1600/IMG_0393A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e5aCCq9ViM/Topmyl2IUUI/AAAAAAAAFD0/ozaEdw2U42I/s320/IMG_0393A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michie Tavern&amp;nbsp;was built in 1784 and less than a mile away from Monticello. Foods serve here are from pre colonial United States and they are really good.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nwp1dmqwLs/Tod-BF7K0yI/AAAAAAAAFC0/8EQ0pWgh5hQ/s1600/IMG_0401A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nwp1dmqwLs/Tod-BF7K0yI/AAAAAAAAFC0/8EQ0pWgh5hQ/s320/IMG_0401A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJLTYrmLGPk/Tod-H4jtuNI/AAAAAAAAFC4/fsNWCXP78jk/s1600/IMG_0400A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJLTYrmLGPk/Tod-H4jtuNI/AAAAAAAAFC4/fsNWCXP78jk/s320/IMG_0400A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpvWJ7W0eKs/Tod-XqerjBI/AAAAAAAAFC8/1U_b4ZvU4Rs/s1600/IMG_0415A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpvWJ7W0eKs/Tod-XqerjBI/AAAAAAAAFC8/1U_b4ZvU4Rs/s320/IMG_0415A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the east portico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0m3yk6CzgSs/Tod-g3INsfI/AAAAAAAAFDA/6Actb_3iN2U/s1600/IMG_0419A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0m3yk6CzgSs/Tod-g3INsfI/AAAAAAAAFDA/6Actb_3iN2U/s320/IMG_0419A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22Wb1DZEMcg/TopYP9pbY_I/AAAAAAAAFDs/ESQAZye8Tgw/s1600/IMG_0441A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-22Wb1DZEMcg/TopYP9pbY_I/AAAAAAAAFDs/ESQAZye8Tgw/s320/IMG_0441A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HKbltSiPjw/Tod-uRfb-vI/AAAAAAAAFDI/GP3f0OUaC80/s1600/IMG_0438A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HKbltSiPjw/Tod-uRfb-vI/AAAAAAAAFDI/GP3f0OUaC80/s320/IMG_0438A.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful architectural details&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeBUvy9hD78/Tod_TSZgscI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/-VvW_oJ3oyQ/s1600/IMG_0459A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeBUvy9hD78/Tod_TSZgscI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/-VvW_oJ3oyQ/s320/IMG_0459A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can imagine sitting under this shade and pond while reading a romantic novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blooms in the garden/yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-104NcpOUihs/ToeAABy1a-I/AAAAAAAAFDU/b96JHMoaHDM/s1600/IMG_0463A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-104NcpOUihs/ToeAABy1a-I/AAAAAAAAFDU/b96JHMoaHDM/s320/IMG_0463A.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;My trip to Monticello made me learn more about this great man and thus admire him even more. It was really amazing&amp;nbsp;to see the way&amp;nbsp;that Thomas Jefferson&amp;nbsp;designed his home. It was filled with his innovations, many of which he designed or adapted "with a greater eye to convenience." As in the rest of the house, the bedroom's furnishings illustrate many of his ideas about the efficient use of time, space, and light, including prominently placed clocks, space-saving alcove beds, and light-maximizing mirrors. At the end of the tour, I found myself&amp;nbsp;wanting to know more about him, his life and his passion.&amp;nbsp;He was&amp;nbsp;a man of letters, an intellectual, an artist, a statesman and a lover of the  finer things. There is so much to learn about him, and that tour&amp;nbsp;gave me&amp;nbsp;a glimpse of the world Jefferson and his family inhabited..&amp;nbsp;That was such a fulfilling day for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last September 11 and 12, we were in Jacksonville, Florida&amp;nbsp;visiting family they took me to&amp;nbsp;watch their home team&amp;nbsp;Jacksonville Jaguars play againts Tennessee Titans. The game started at&amp;nbsp;one o'clock in the afternoon and the temperature was 95'F. Even that didn't&amp;nbsp;diminished the excitement I felt&amp;nbsp;for being able to watch NFL game live. And being there when the action took place and watched my&amp;nbsp;favorite NFL&amp;nbsp;player (Maurice Jones-Drew) play was amazing to say the least. In spite of that seething Florida heat, the Everbank Field was filled with Jaquars fans&amp;nbsp;who have always been very supportive of their home team.&amp;nbsp;Watching that game was even more special and memorable to me because it was September 11 and halfway through the game, there was a&amp;nbsp;commemoration of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attack on the US. Footages of that dreadful event were being shown on&amp;nbsp;wide screens of the football field and hundreds of red, white and blue ballons were released in the air and few members&amp;nbsp;of US Army, Marines, Air Force and Navy held and spread the American Flag in the middle of the field while Charice Pempengco was singing "God Bless America." Up in the sky, the three&amp;nbsp;members of the&amp;nbsp;US army were&amp;nbsp;flying in parachute and after a&amp;nbsp;couple of minutes they landed in the middle of the football field. The whole stadium was quiet&amp;nbsp;even if it was&amp;nbsp;full packed with fans; which made the moment so touching. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some of my photos of that memorable day:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jaguars won!!! fans went home very happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8SFOk53lXg/TnvHe6oE2YI/AAAAAAAAFCU/n2u3gjrc5GQ/s1600/IMG_0288A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8SFOk53lXg/TnvHe6oE2YI/AAAAAAAAFCU/n2u3gjrc5GQ/s320/IMG_0288A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a great&amp;nbsp;feeling to be&amp;nbsp;in a&amp;nbsp;very historic place like Mt. Vernon. Although I&amp;nbsp;learned American History in my college years,&amp;nbsp;the only thing I knew about George Washington then was that he was the first American President and was responsible for the&amp;nbsp;surrender of Gen. Cornwallis that lead to American independence from England. But by&amp;nbsp;going to Mount Vernon and actually walked in his yard and saw his mansion, his huge farm (8,000 acres and 316 slaves!),&amp;nbsp;his vehicles and everything around his mansion, I had a grasp now&amp;nbsp;of how he lived and how hard life was then even for a rich person like him, much more for ordinary everyday people especially the slaves.&amp;nbsp;I can't imagine&amp;nbsp;travelling from Virginia to pennsylvania (160 miles more or less) even on a horse carriage like he had in a very rough road.&amp;nbsp;Much more that I can't imagine fetching&amp;nbsp;twenty to thirty buckets of water just to wash a load of laundry. Slaves assigned in the wash house&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;be one&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;hardest tasks. &amp;nbsp;It was such a tough life. It made me appreciate more&amp;nbsp;the things and comforts&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;we have now. &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to share some of the photos that I took but please bear with me if they are not really good. With the number of tourists&amp;nbsp;there and the very limited space that I could move to get a good angle&amp;nbsp;just to&amp;nbsp;get rid of many distractions as I could&amp;nbsp;was such a challenge. And it was one o'clock in the afternoon when we started the tour so I also had a hard time&amp;nbsp;with the lighting. It was an educational and not a photography tour for me so I didn't worry about these technical stuffs so much. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Somehow that vision brought a feeling of happiness and hope in my heart. It inspired me to reflect on my experiences in my journey through this life. It is always comforting that happiness comes after every trial. The frustrations and the sadness brought about by our own mistakes and shortcomings may weaken our self-confidence but also a way for us to become stronger and better person if we only look at the positive side of these experiences. After every storm, the sky clears up and the sun will surely shines.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbzErb1Zyng/TltKMoeI31I/AAAAAAAAE9k/NvxHCjj0Quk/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbzErb1Zyng/TltKMoeI31I/AAAAAAAAE9k/NvxHCjj0Quk/s320/image001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And as for me there's so much to hope for and so much promise for today and for the future. The sky seemed to be talking to me, saying "be patient for many good things are coming, the promise of beautiful future is at hand." I felt so at peace even though my schedule as I looked at it, threatens to overrun me....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2945759596854658571-2083037673176632947?l=www.amiezonio.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Just the other day, I received an email from my friend from the Philippines, who begged me for assistance from Spain.&lt;br /&gt;
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The warning lights came on one by one. In the first paragraph, she&amp;nbsp;told me she's in Madrid for&amp;nbsp;a program.&amp;nbsp;She went on to explain, “I have misplace my wallet on my way to hotel where my money and valuable things were keep.” Then she wrote, “I want you to assist me (she doesn't sound so demanding, huh!) with a loan of 2700 Erous (notice the spelling and the grammar, hahaha!).&amp;nbsp;I will appreciate whatever you can afford to assist me with.&amp;nbsp;Please send the money to the following&amp;nbsp;information.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, you ask me, are you not going to help your friend in dire need?&amp;nbsp;Of course&amp;nbsp;I will. The problem is I just talked to my friend that day I got her email. She was in&amp;nbsp;Manila that day. I know her to be very proficient in English both written and oral.&lt;br /&gt;
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You’ve probably received a scam letter like this before. Many people have. And some of them,&amp;nbsp;God knows how, fall for it. It makes me wonder how is it that people can succumb to this pathetic con?&amp;nbsp;Are these con guys trying to portray&amp;nbsp;my friend, who has a degree in&amp;nbsp;Economics and&amp;nbsp;Masters in Business Management from Asian Institute of Management as so distraught that she wrote awefully?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Last month, I received&amp;nbsp;this email:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_3_1303946879004106" style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_3_1303946879004105"&gt;Dear Esteemed Winner,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congratulations, you have won 2,000,000.00 (TWO MILLION BRITISH POUNDS) from MEGA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;MILLIONS LOTTERY PROGRAM as one of the 10 top lucky winners for the month of July, 2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THESE ARE YOUR WINNING INFORMATION'S:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Batch Number&amp;nbsp; 089/75588&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1303949204_1"&gt;Winning Numbers&lt;/span&gt; 05,17,25,34,37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Reference Number MM/5464542&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Payment No. MM 0348&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;To begin your claims, kindly contact our Overseas Payment Officer, Dr. Ahmed Majid with below details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Dr. Ahmed Majid&amp;nbsp; (Overseas Payment Officer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;Email:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mmclaims2010@gmail.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" ymailto="mailto:mmclaims2010@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1303949204_2" style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;mmclaims2010@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; color: white;"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told, “Please note that your lucky winning number falls within our Afro representative office in (South Africa) as indicated in your electronic play coupon.” Later references were made to “our Africa agent.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really pay so much attention to this stuff because I knew right away that this is a scam. But after getting email from my friend in need I really got agitated. It is so frustrating and annoying isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone who fails&amp;nbsp;to note the nearly illiterate writing and falls victim to this scam or similar ones will mostly become their victim.&amp;nbsp;I feel sorry for those victims and what they have to go through to learn&amp;nbsp;lessons. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I have said in the past, Technology have brought so much comfort and convenience to this generation. But we also have to be very careful and vigilant for those people who will use it to steal&amp;nbsp;our money, privacy and sometimes our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYghr7Z8P8c/TkXf-lM-hWI/AAAAAAAAE9U/q2LD-FVpTcY/s1600/mail1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYghr7Z8P8c/TkXf-lM-hWI/AAAAAAAAE9U/q2LD-FVpTcY/s1600/mail1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the things that I've always wanted to do but never found the time or  budget to make it there is taking a trip to New York City. I've always thought  that it sounded so fun and I thought that now would be the best time to do it,  now that I'm retired anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was looking up online to figure out what Broadway play I wanted to see when  I ran across the website &lt;a href="http://hearingaids.miracle-ear.com/hearing-locations/pennsylvania/k/kissimmee/" title="Click here for http://hearingaids.miracle-ear.com/hearing-locations/pennsylvania/k/kissimmee/ deals"&gt;http://hearingaids.miracle-ear.com/hearing-locations/pennsylvania/k/kissimmee/&lt;/a&gt;.  After I looked through it some I decided to go and get a free hearing aid test.  I did and ended up buying some hearing aids before my big trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw The Addams Family with Brooke Shields on Broadway and it was so  wonderful! It was entertaining and hilarious, which is exactly what I wanted to  see in my very first Broadway play. She played Morticia and it was exactly what  I pictured, it was so much funnier! I've always enjoyed the movies, but they  were never as funny as this. Gomez was the funniest though.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and he turned to her and said, "Do you want to talk?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, "What would you want to talk about?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Oh, I don't know," said the atheist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;"How about why there is no God, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?" as he smiled smugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;"OK," she said.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;"Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why do you&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;suppose that is?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My recent vacation&amp;nbsp;in the Philippines was truly a life changing experience for me. It was very short and how I wished I could have stretched the time a little bit more. There are people very close to me that I didn’t get the chance to see or bond with; like my brother who was out of the country for a work related trip, my sister who is in the Monastery, and one of my closest friends whom I never get the chance to meet and talk in spite of the fact that she was just in the city the whole time I was there.&amp;nbsp; Being a positive person and always looking at the brighter side of life, I didn’t allow these setbacks to affect the quality time I spent with my family and closest friends and have fun with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But just like a story that has a beginning, the end has to come. The most painful part of&amp;nbsp;short vacation is the parting time. That morning I was leaving, my granddaughter Arielle was watching me doing my last minute packing. Out of nowhere she asked me “mammo, where are you going? Why are you packing your toothbrush and toothpaste? I answered her, “baby, it’s time for mammo to go back to the States. She answered, ‘mammo, please take me to the US, I want to go with you.” My gosh, I could not describe the pain I felt when I heard her said those words. Those pleading words broke my heart. I could not stop my tears from falling. Then she started crying repeatedly asking me to take her to the US. I tried to gather all my strength so she wouldn’t see me crying. Then I told her, Baby I cannot take you to the US, and I have to go back because your mommy is alone. She is crying now because she misses you and she needs company so she won’t cry anymore. That made Arielle stopped crying. She told me that it was okay&amp;nbsp;if I go back to the States so her mommy won’t be alone and she won’t cry anymore. In spite of her tender age and innocence I can feel the love and concern she has for her mom, it is capable of sacrificing and understanding the situation. And that thought brought my tears again. There were no words to describe how sad I was to think that she’s growing up without her mother. The last time they saw each other was in July 2008 when she was just barely one year old. But I have to look at the future—her mother and hers. Hopefully within two years her mother will be able to bring her to the States and they will never be separated again. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVvT4MFDQ2U/TiJh5O94PuI/AAAAAAAAE8o/VzuhGrmkO4o/s1600/IMG_9596A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVvT4MFDQ2U/TiJh5O94PuI/AAAAAAAAE8o/VzuhGrmkO4o/s320/IMG_9596A.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Another very touching moment of my last day of vacation was at the airport&amp;nbsp;when I hugged my father and told him to take care of mama and himself. For the first time in my life I saw my father’s tears. That really touched me to the core of my being. I have always known my father as the strongest person on earth. When we were growing up, he was the iron one in the family. None of us ever tried to defy our father’s rule. His words were law that should be obeyed. And our mother has always supported our father’s decision. Our family was very much of a patriarchal type and I used to recent my mom for not being on our side when our dad was unreasonably strict (not even allowing us to watch movies, no boyfriends until we finished our studies and going to disco or outing with friends were some of the things we were&amp;nbsp;not allowed to do). &amp;nbsp;Later in my adult life, I’ve witnessed how my father has changed a lot when it comes to raising up my three younger sisters. They were more free than we the older four were. Also when I became a parent myself, I came to understand my parents more and the sacrifices they did to raise and educate us (seven children). I also realized that we were less grateful of our parents when we were younger. All I could think then was their being strict in not allowing us to have more fun while young. Later did I realize that I should be grateful for their being strict and focused on our education first. And that day I hugged my father at the airport and saw him cried, I realized I have never hugged him, I’m sure not one of my younger siblings ever did. And I think that’s what brought my dad to tears. He has always been the provider/giver of the family of guidance and strength. Even in the community where we spent almost half of our growing up years, people looked up to him for advice. He has been one of the lay leaders of the Parish he served for 30 years. He has always been looked up to as the strong and strict head of the family. Everyone overlooked that he also needed affection and expression of love and gratitude for all he did to put us where we are now. &amp;nbsp;All throughout my trip back to my home in Virginia, I have reflected on that moment with my dad&amp;nbsp;at the airport. Until now&amp;nbsp;I feel so sad that it took me&amp;nbsp;all these years&amp;nbsp;to realize how all of us overlooked the needs of our dad for affection. But somehow I was relieved to know that it is not yet too late. He is just 74 and still very sharp in mind. I know I still have time to let my dad know how I love him and how grateful I am for everything he did so I could be where I am right now. &amp;nbsp;He has raised us to love God above all, to always treasure family and respect all people regardless of their status in life. All these are priceless treasures that he handed to us and we will be passing on to our children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was just two years ago when I&amp;nbsp;was in the Philippines for a vacation. Well, I am here again and I am having great time with my family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I am sharing some photos of these times.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zo8fSgQTMAo/ThI6jquaeEI/AAAAAAAAE7o/laLNCOyLIBg/s1600/IMG_9225A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zo8fSgQTMAo/ThI6jquaeEI/AAAAAAAAE7o/laLNCOyLIBg/s320/IMG_9225A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gensan Airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC7Fa2_N7GU/ThI7TNc4kUI/AAAAAAAAE7s/BiCc3Ix9aIo/s1600/IMG_9303A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mC7Fa2_N7GU/ThI7TNc4kUI/AAAAAAAAE7s/BiCc3Ix9aIo/s320/IMG_9303A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the mothers, daughters and cousins&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiqRa2tGM8k/ThJDw48zkXI/AAAAAAAAE7w/Uzkh52ItxHY/s1600/263734A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiqRa2tGM8k/ThJDw48zkXI/AAAAAAAAE7w/Uzkh52ItxHY/s320/263734A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;cactus in Lemlunay&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xD0nsEm6Wjw/ThJD7oOIGSI/AAAAAAAAE70/UemizBWyiFk/s1600/267437A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xD0nsEm6Wjw/ThJD7oOIGSI/AAAAAAAAE70/UemizBWyiFk/s320/267437A.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;magnificent morning,&amp;nbsp;the beautiful&amp;nbsp;and the infinity pool&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kBa8KDLLTI/ThJNB5yC3-I/AAAAAAAAE8Q/mKmTSBMpqwQ/s1600/IMG_9327A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kBa8KDLLTI/ThJNB5yC3-I/AAAAAAAAE8Q/mKmTSBMpqwQ/s320/IMG_9327A.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arielle with her tita Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCYeZWILzhE/ThJNbROwADI/AAAAAAAAE8U/Ov7qb2r36-s/s1600/IMG_9246A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aCYeZWILzhE/ThJNbROwADI/AAAAAAAAE8U/Ov7qb2r36-s/s320/IMG_9246A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;spending time with me inspite of their busy schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-Q7MJBXjWs/ThJSfqXIqkI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/aiUGZ0hiO5M/s1600/267953A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-Q7MJBXjWs/ThJSfqXIqkI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/aiUGZ0hiO5M/s320/267953A.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;my beautiful niece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmawLfg663Q/ThJSwCqkGzI/AAAAAAAAE8c/4sT0qyf_lA4/s1600/270206A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmawLfg663Q/ThJSwCqkGzI/AAAAAAAAE8c/4sT0qyf_lA4/s320/270206A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;they love waking up and have this right in their sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-_pJYfmSjI/ThJTh6TbjRI/AAAAAAAAE8g/tWZRY8k82Ps/s1600/263927A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-_pJYfmSjI/ThJTh6TbjRI/AAAAAAAAE8g/tWZRY8k82Ps/s320/263927A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;just enjoying each other's presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6ofGQ6I03o/ThJElWEW84I/AAAAAAAAE74/BQJpNtVaOOc/s1600/267786A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6ofGQ6I03o/ThJElWEW84I/AAAAAAAAE74/BQJpNtVaOOc/s320/267786A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;the white boat&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ2IlxoAuLs/ThJFi9yhiNI/AAAAAAAAE78/7lyvl8NB1hs/s1600/IMG_9267A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ2IlxoAuLs/ThJFi9yhiNI/AAAAAAAAE78/7lyvl8NB1hs/s320/IMG_9267A.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Me with my grand daughter&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3yGJ--qInc/ThJG-muh8_I/AAAAAAAAE8A/Ndxg9yPBxUk/s1600/IMG_9408A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3yGJ--qInc/ThJG-muh8_I/AAAAAAAAE8A/Ndxg9yPBxUk/s320/IMG_9408A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;bonding time with a long time friend Avel &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EVheTicQ2w/ThJJE637I4I/AAAAAAAAE8E/Lxw3JSXnEp8/s1600/IMG_9406A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EVheTicQ2w/ThJJE637I4I/AAAAAAAAE8E/Lxw3JSXnEp8/s320/IMG_9406A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;with the planet man&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjWlckgETVk/ThJJSaT6HdI/AAAAAAAAE8I/K7wBKqje32Y/s1600/IMG_9418A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjWlckgETVk/ThJJSaT6HdI/AAAAAAAAE8I/K7wBKqje32Y/s320/IMG_9418A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;my favorite pasta&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgyxE9azwg/ThJJtz1AlBI/AAAAAAAAE8M/_G4Tr6Acypg/s1600/IMG_9409A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgyxE9azwg/ThJJtz1AlBI/AAAAAAAAE8M/_G4Tr6Acypg/s320/IMG_9409A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;between two awesome people&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This is a very short post, but more are coming. It is so nice to be around with people we care so much and my time with them is just very short. But the fun times we have and the memories will be my constant company when I go back to the US. I am so&amp;nbsp;grateful to have&amp;nbsp;this chance to share these moments with them. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A father and a son went out to take part in the Vietnam Challenge – a sixteen-day, twelve-hundred-mile bike ride. The son was blind, so he and his father rode on a tandem bike. They rode in the same outfits and were therefore ultimately linked together tightly on that bike for those sixteen days. During those sixteen days the son learned much about his father – a rather private man whom he didn’t really know. He learned of his dedication to his country, of his service in Vietnam, his optimism, his faith in country and so forth. The highlight of the story was the father and son’s trek to the point of the most grueling part of the ride; the Hai Van Pass, which was a mountain pass of over 3200 feet out of the coastal plains below. It was a physically demanding stretch that required the father and son to work together as a team. Well, as the story continues the son comes to this realization; “In the past, it had always been my father putting his hand on my shoulder. … On the back of our tandem bike, facing the steepest section of the Hai Van Pass, this would be my chance to do something for him. I wanted my legs to be the force that would power our small team up the steep switchbacks to the top. We’ll go as slow as you want, but we won’t stop, the son commanded. But hearing his father’s heaving breaths he backed off. We can stop if you want he told his father and he continued pedaling. They, as a team, were getting close to the top and as they neared it the father kept telling the son how far they were – another half mile, then only a hundred yards. The son maintained the rhythm of his pedaling, hoping to have the strength to bring them to the top of the pass and over. As they neared the top the bike toppled over; the son got up quickly and went right over to his father, who was a little dizzy. They walked the bike the rest of the way to the top as the crowd of people, who had gathered, cheered them on. When they reached the top the father said “I have lived through a war, I watched my son go blind. I saw my wife die in a car accident. Some people think I’m unfeeling. But what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to act? Should I have given up? Should I have quit? Life is too precious, and all I can do is live it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Fatherhood cannot be proven with a blood test, nor does it consist of simply providing a paycheck. It&amp;nbsp;cannot be reduced to a single dimension. It involves commitment, self-sacrifice, integrity, and unconditional love. It is for them that I dedicate this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It was completely a different world when I got here in the US. Here, even if you have money in the bank, you don't run around buying things in cash. It's crazy to pay a $5,000 TV sets in cash. It is&amp;nbsp;perceived&amp;nbsp;that only people who&amp;nbsp;are into&amp;nbsp;illegal activities like drug dealers and&amp;nbsp;bank robbers carry big amount of money and pay&amp;nbsp;cash in big amounts. Everything here&amp;nbsp;is either paid through credit cards or in-house financing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In order to get the best deal, you've got to have a good &lt;a href="http://www.freescore.com/credit-score.aspx"&gt;credit score&lt;/a&gt; otherwise it will cost you financially. &lt;/span&gt;You&amp;nbsp;end up&amp;nbsp;paying a much higher interest. For example, on a $20,000, 60-month auto loan, borrowers would usually pay $5,000 more in interest with a bad credit score than with a good credit score. Most people don't know that credit score mainly represents the risk of not repaying a loan. These are the facts that I have to face when I finally decided to settle in the US for good. It was tough but with patience and diligence I was able to start building my credit history. I first applied for credit card designed for somebody like me who has no credit history. I used my credit card to purchase everything instead of using my debit card and I would pay all my balance instead of just paying the minimum amount required before my due date so I didn't have to pay for the high interest rates on balance unpaid after billing cycle. It has been fun and life learning experience while building my credit history. Lately I just bought my new car. After paying only half using the sale from my 3 year old car as down payment and half through financing, I got a 60 month zero interest and a monthly amortization that is worth less than my two days salary. It is really very affordable on my part. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For those who are just starting to make a life in the US and those who are planning to come and live here, this is one of those things that need to be taken care of. After you settled and have a job, start building your credit history even if you have money and can afford to pay cash. Practicality, convenience and safety are some of the reasons to have that plastic in your wallet. After that, you'll be amazed at how the world opens up for you. Words of caution though. Proper management of your finances is very important. And if you're the one who already established a stable history and just curious about your credit score? There are &lt;a href="http://www.freescore.com/"&gt;free credit score&lt;/a&gt; websites that offer free FICO score estimator. FICO by the way means Fair Isaac Corporation, a public company that provides analytics&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and decision making services including credit scoring intended to help financial services and companies make complex, high-volume decisions (source: Wikipedia). It's not a bad thing to have credit, as long as you are responsible. You can use it to your advantage and make your life more flexible and your choices more suited to your financial capacity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I can't believe that my birthday is coming again. It seems like just yesterday when I had that birthday celebration in Manhattan, New York last year. We had a very nice dinner at the revolving restaurant of Marriot Marquis and later watched Broadway (Phantom Of The Opera) and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;after that; we just hanged out in Times Square until the wee hours of the morning. It was a very nice birthday celebration to say the least.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Post Office.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Get ready to imagine a world without the post office.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They are so deeply in financial trouble that there is probably no way to sustain it long term.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Email, Fed Ex, and UPS have just about wiped out the minimum revenue needed to keep the post office alive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Most of your mail every day is junk mail and bills.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Check. Britain is already laying the groundwork to do away with checks by 2018. My personal experience attest to this fact. I can only remember one time I used my checkbook. I forgot my wallet in the house where all my bank cards are kept. I had to pay my groceries with my check. It costs the financial system billions of dollars a year to process checks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Plastic cards and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;online transactions will lead to the eventual demise of the check.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This plays right into the death of the post office.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you never paid your bills by mail and never received them by mail,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the post office would absolutely go out of business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Newspaper .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The younger generation simply doesn't read the newspaper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They certainly don't subscribe to a daily delivered print edition.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That may go the way of the milkman and the laundry man.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As for reading the paper online, get&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;ready to pay for it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The rise in mobile Internet devices and e-readers has caused all the newspaper and magazine publishers to form an alliance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They have met with Apple, Amazon, and the major cell phone companies to develop a model for paid subscription services.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Madison's Capitol Times and Seattle's Post Intellegencer are already on models onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We say we will never give up the physical book that we hold in our hand and turn the literal pages.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You probably said the same thing about downloading music from i Tunes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought I wanted my hard copy CD&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;but quickly changed my mind when I discovered that I could get albums for half the price without ever leaving home to get the latest music.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The same thing will happen with books.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have a Kindle DX and I can browse a book online and even read a preview chapter before&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I buy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And the price is less than half that of a real book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And think of the&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;convenience!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once you start flicking your fingers on the screen instead of the book, you find that you are lost in the story, can't wait to see what happens next, and you forget that you're holding a gadget instead of a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Land Line Telephone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unless you have a large family and make a lot of local calls, you don't need it anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Most people keep it simply because they've always had it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But you are paying double charges for that extra&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;service.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All the cell phone companies will let you call customers using the same cell provider for minimal or no charge against your minutes and you get unlimited text for free. I haven't had a landline since 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Music.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is one of the saddest parts of the change story.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The music industry is dying a slow death.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not just because of illegal downloading; It's the lack of innovative new music being given a chance to get to the people who would like to hear it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Greed and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;corruption is the problem.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The record labels and the radio conglomerates are simply self-destructing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Over 40% of the music purchased today is "catalog items,"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;meaning traditional music that the public knows older established artists.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is also true on the live concert circuit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Television.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Revenues to the networks are down dramatically.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not just because of the economy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People are watching TV and movies streamed from their computers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And they're spending time playing games and doing lots of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;other things that take up the time that used to be spent watching TV.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Prime time shows have degenerated down to lower than the lowest common denominator.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cable rates are skyrocketing and commercials run about every 4 minutes and 30 seconds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I say good riddance to most of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's time for the cable companies to be put out of our misery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let the people choose what they want to watch online and through Netflix.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The "Things" That You Own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many of the very possessions that we used to own are still in our lives, but we may not actually own them in the future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They may simply reside in "the cloud."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today your computer has a hard drive and you store your pictures, music, movies, and documents.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your software is on a CD or DVD, and you can always re-install it if need be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But all of that is changing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Apple, Amazon, Microsoft, and Google are all finishing up their latest "cloud services."&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That means that when you turn on a computer, the Internet will be built into the operating system.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, Windows, Google, and the Mac OS will be tied straight into the Internet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you click an icon, it will open something in the Internet cloud.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you save something, it will be saved to the cloud.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And you may pay a monthly subscription fee to the cloud provider.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In this virtual world, you can access your music or your books, or your whatever from any laptop or handheld Internet capable device.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That's the good news.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But, will you actually own any of this "stuff" or will it all be able to disappear at any moment in a big "Poof?"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Will most of the things in our lives be disposable and whimsical?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It makes you want to run to the closet and pull out that photo album, grab a book from the shelf, or open up a CD case and pull out the insert.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Amie is a woman known to many, and has many different roles to fill in her life. She is a daughter, sister, care giver, grandmother, friend, and for me, I have the blessing of being able to call her ‘Mom’. She raised 2 children into adulthood, single handedly, and she did it well. Her love is boundless and her energy unmatched. She is a source of inspiration to more people than she will ever know. Our mother encouraged and supported us in every sense of the word. Therefore we are able to take our place in the world, and it is a source of accomplishment for my mother that we, in spite of all our family has endured, were and are happy human being.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fifteen years have passed since we live our life without our father. The incident changed her life, and the life of our family forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom had to be the tower of strength for us her two young pre-&amp;nbsp;teen age daughters in the coming weeks, months and years. She did it, and she did it well. She was, and still is, a tribute to womanhood, and to motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother, was a rock, and an anchor in any storm.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom had to adapt to a life of a single parent to two growing up adolescents, a daunting task in itself. But she never wavered, She was the captain of every storm&amp;nbsp; and she ran a tight ship. Mom did everything humanly possible to maintain her dignity and independence after our father left us. Later in life did I realized how hard it must have been for mom; young and with two kids to raise alone There are many&amp;nbsp;many&amp;nbsp;nights&amp;nbsp;that she turned into days working to support us,&amp;nbsp;meanwhile neglecting her own happiness, never taking time to relax, time she needed to recharge her batteries. She just kept going.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom has always been our anchor and protection, all the while not wanting us to be on our own without her. In her big family, her siblings turned to her for many things and she always have&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the hugs that healed the broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is a woman on the outside but tough inside. In the most challenging times of her life the frustrations, disappointments, anger and confusion, were kept to herself.&amp;nbsp;But even as a very young age I knew what my mother was going through.&amp;nbsp;One of mom's legacy to us is the love of God above all things. We were encouraged to work hard and someday make a good life for ourselves, but to always put God first. My Mothers’ faith and constant endless love kept us on track, she never faltered in her faith although the storms would rage at times, we got through with her at the front seat. Her strength in the heart breaking wreckage of her life is truly admirable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom has been an inspiration to her family, friends and most of all, to us her daughters, and to those who know her by her unselfishness and loyalty.&amp;nbsp;If we could give you a gift Mom, we would give you the ability to see yourself as others see you, then you could really see how very special you are. You have taught us so many good values and your legacy are engraved on our hearts forever. Your courage in the face of adversity, and your inner strength is truly a blessing to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are a shining gem to your family and to us your daughters. We appreciate the love you have shown to us, your devotion and determination to keep us together, and last but not least, the way you have cared for&amp;nbsp;us all those years. You are indeed a true ‘woman of heart’, a woman with great faith, and a wonderful role model&amp;nbsp;and mother to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love you Mom, more than you know, and we will continue to love you, forever. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "My dear child, why are you crying?" The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family..The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with sapphires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNl559Od7tE/TcDCJlkYYQI/AAAAAAAAE4I/3VKSfCa9ivg/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNl559Od7tE/TcDCJlkYYQI/AAAAAAAAE4I/3VKSfCa9ivg/s1600/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked.The seamstress replied, "No." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a golden thimble studded with rubies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjgkYI94mJU/TcDChur4QBI/AAAAAAAAE4M/cgKEwlUrfIs/s1600/rubies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjgkYI94mJU/TcDChur4QBI/AAAAAAAAE4M/cgKEwlUrfIs/s1600/rubies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied, "No." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Lord reached down again and came up with a Leather thimble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qaY9iiEeEM/TcDCzH_d6BI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/akLqFPHtaoQ/s1600/thimble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3qaY9iiEeEM/TcDCzH_d6BI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/akLqFPHtaoQ/s1600/thimble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, "Yes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t3I4EmnrKc/TcDDQh84qzI/AAAAAAAAE4U/cT-XQeWveY0/s1600/glitters.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4t3I4EmnrKc/TcDDQh84qzI/AAAAAAAAE4U/cT-XQeWveY0/s320/glitters.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are you crying?'' "Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. "Is this your husband? The Lord asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIkUd6eNPK8/TcDDhe-7B0I/AAAAAAAAE4Y/xQxKDzqlqzU/s1600/Clooney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIkUd6eNPK8/TcDDhe-7B0I/AAAAAAAAE4Y/xQxKDzqlqzU/s1600/Clooney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Yes," cried the seamstress..The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said "no" to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHbxWvtnqk0/TcDDt_SutlI/AAAAAAAAE4c/x4ncU7ef6Uo/s1600/Brad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHbxWvtnqk0/TcDDt_SutlI/AAAAAAAAE4c/x4ncU7ef6Uo/s1600/Brad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then if I said "no" to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said "yes," you would have given me all three. Lord, I'm not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT'S why I said "yes" to George Clooney. And so the Lord let her keep him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The moral of this story is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and honorable reason, and in the best interest of others. That's our story, and we're sticking to it.&amp;nbsp; LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Signed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All Us Women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSSamXaZcU/TcDEMO9yFHI/AAAAAAAAE4g/4VgM-4P2Jjk/s1600/Oldies.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNSSamXaZcU/TcDEMO9yFHI/AAAAAAAAE4g/4VgM-4P2Jjk/s320/Oldies.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoHeader" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Less than two weeks ago, I had a bad experience at work with a very nasty and rude customer.&amp;nbsp;She humiliated and berated me&amp;nbsp;in front of my fellow employees. She accused&amp;nbsp;me of being nasty because&amp;nbsp;she thought I did something, which I did not. You&amp;nbsp;could not imagine how&amp;nbsp;embarassed I was when she was talking nasty to me in front of people and not feeling satisfied, she called our&amp;nbsp;branch manager and reported to him her wrong accusation. I was so humiliated and hurt. I wasn't able to move, I felt my body numbed. I had to gather all my strength to keep my mouth from answering&amp;nbsp;back at her. If I did that I would've put the company in jeopardy.&amp;nbsp;The company I work for has been known for its high standard of customer service and has been on top in customer satisfaction surveys. I didn't want to be defensive in front of&amp;nbsp;our manager too because then I would lose my chance of explaining my side to him&amp;nbsp;after she's gone. I just hoped that I would have that chance.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I expected, after that woman left, I was called by our branch&amp;nbsp;manager to his office and he apologized for what had happened. He commended me for keeping my self-control and told me he was proud of me. He said he'd known me for more than a year as a very good employee and that I was doing an awesome job. He sent me home three hours short of my shift and&amp;nbsp;would get paid for&amp;nbsp;full shift. He said that&amp;nbsp;that's the least that the company could do for&amp;nbsp;going through that very rough day. During that time, all I could feel was pain and humiliation that I couldn't see any positive thing about what I just went through. I cried all the way home, wondering how could a human being&amp;nbsp;be that cruel enough to humiliate and accused me&amp;nbsp;of being nasty&amp;nbsp;and other bad&amp;nbsp;things when&amp;nbsp;she didn't even know anything about me. I even thought of quitting my job in the customer service and just move to other department where I don't have to deal with people's bad attitude. In my one year and&amp;nbsp;four months in the customer service, I have encountered people who were unreasonable, unfair, angry, agitated and&amp;nbsp;some were also rude&amp;nbsp;but this last one has really shaken and challenged my composure. There was something in her that really made me feel so bad besides from the fact that&amp;nbsp;I really find it hard to deal with when I am unfairly accused of doing something I didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the following day was my day-off and I spent big part of that day processing my reaction and feelings toward that customer. Many of my coworkers and staffs sent me comforting emails and my facebook profile&amp;nbsp;was stormed with different reactions, love&amp;nbsp;and support&amp;nbsp;from family and friends&amp;nbsp;that gave me different perspective and helped me came out of that negative feeling as quickly as I could.&amp;nbsp;A friend&amp;nbsp;sent me a&amp;nbsp;video&amp;nbsp;that really made that experience a process for me to learn and grow professionally.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thinking back to that moment now, I can only look at it from a different perspective. It gave me chance to reevaluate and look deep inside myself. These are my realizations:&lt;br /&gt;
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First, I realized that all my hard works as employee had been noticed not only by my department manager, but&amp;nbsp;up to the highest level of management in our branch too. &lt;br /&gt;
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Second, I&amp;nbsp;felt the support of my co employees and experienced teamwork&amp;nbsp;even in a very&amp;nbsp;challenging personal situations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Third, I was reaffirmed&amp;nbsp;of the fact that I am&amp;nbsp;so lucky to have so many friends who&amp;nbsp;will always be their to give&amp;nbsp;their love and support&amp;nbsp;anytime I need them&amp;nbsp;(so many people doesn't&amp;nbsp;have anybody they can call&amp;nbsp;friend).&lt;br /&gt;
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Fourth, in spite of that experience with that woman and three more from her ethnic origin in the past, I didn't give in to my tendency to stereotype people. I know a lot of people and have some&amp;nbsp;friends from her race who are so kind hearted, very educated and well mannered. So I just&amp;nbsp;consider them&amp;nbsp;few bad grain from a sack of good rice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fifth, in spite of the fact that I had been renewed and had been through&amp;nbsp;series of seminars,&amp;nbsp;trainings&amp;nbsp;and renewals in my faith, I just realized that&amp;nbsp;I still have that pride in me that made it hard for me to forgive when somebody hurts me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sixth, I questioned my vanity of enjoying the appreciation and compliments from people and yet&amp;nbsp;allow that single bad experience from a&amp;nbsp;person to hurt me and made me feel bad about myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seventh, I learn to appreciate those countless number of customers I have encountered that have been nice and have made my days at work&amp;nbsp;a lot better and less stressful. &lt;br /&gt;
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