<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:27:20.279-08:00</updated><category term="Home"/><category term="15 Things You Should Give Up To Be Happy"/><category term="A Little to Late"/><category term="A night of passion"/><category term="All the years"/><category term="Bad Habits"/><category term="Bear"/><category term="Beautiful"/><category term="Big Ole"/><category term="Can I borrow 50?"/><category term="Cinnamon and Honey"/><category term="Confidence"/><category term="Dad"/><category term="Daddy&#39;s Girl"/><category term="Faithful Dog"/><category term="Girlfriend"/><category term="God"/><category term="Heart Broken"/><category term="Heaven"/><category term="His Side"/><category term="Hug"/><category term="Kiss"/><category term="Live and Work"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Man"/><category term="Mother With One Eye"/><category term="My Best Friend"/><category term="My Love"/><category term="One Love"/><category term="Patience"/><category term="Pay Back"/><category term="Please Wake Up"/><category term="Reject"/><category term="Sexy"/><category term="Special"/><category term="The Blind Girl"/><category term="The Story of the Lonely Love"/><category term="The Success And The Love"/><category term="The Wealth"/><category term="The important things in life"/><category term="The little boy"/><category term="Vacation"/><category term="Waving"/><category term="Wedding"/><category term="Who is Poor?"/><category term="Why Me Mom?"/><category term="Wife"/><category term="Wish"/><category term="Woman"/><category term="You Are Beautiful"/><category term="You will laugh your heart out"/><category term="perfect"/><category term="pray"/><title type='text'>Jokes Central</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-7489572337648013999</id><published>2014-02-19T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.455-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Girlfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reject"/><title type='text'>Never Reject those you Love</title><content type='html'>A young man had a girlfriend.&lt;br/&gt;He was getting tired of her because she sent him messages every hour that said &quot;I miss you&quot; or &quot;I love you&quot;.&lt;br/&gt;One night before bed he received a message, but rather than read it went to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;In the morning he was awakened by a call. It was girlfriend&#39;s mother crying saying that his girlfriend was killed last night.&lt;br/&gt;He was in a state of shock, went to read the message: &quot;My sweetheart, come quickly, I think someone is following me!&quot;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And Now Every Day He Comes And Brings One Extra Flower To The Site Where She Was Murdered.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moral of the story: never rejects those who love, care, and try to reach out to you, because one day you&#39;ll realize you lost the moon while counting the stars!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If ever you are touched by this story ..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7489572337648013999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/never-reject-those-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/7489572337648013999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/7489572337648013999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/never-reject-those-you-love.html' title='Never Reject those you Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-5537245894174856256</id><published>2014-02-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.445-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Waving"/><title type='text'>Bear Waving</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQ4VO4cRVwo&amp;feature=youtu.be</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5537245894174856256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/bear-waving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5537245894174856256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5537245894174856256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/bear-waving.html' title='Bear Waving'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-5107729234558001079</id><published>2014-02-16T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.405-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hug"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Special"/><title type='text'>A Big Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com13907613504841.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;aligncenter size-full wp-image-542&quot; alt=&quot;pizap.com13907613504841&quot; src=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com13907613504841.jpg&quot; width=&quot;1920&quot; height=&quot;1200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone needs to feel special, so hers&#39;s a big hug from me to you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5107729234558001079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/a-big-hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5107729234558001079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5107729234558001079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/a-big-hug.html' title='A Big Hug'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-6995687082768018810</id><published>2014-02-16T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.397-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfect"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pray"/><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com10.5838785301893951389809123053.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;aligncenter size-full wp-image-538&quot; alt=&quot;pizap.com10.5838785301893951389809123053&quot; src=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com10.5838785301893951389809123053.jpg&quot; width=&quot;667&quot; height=&quot;587&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dear God, I know that I&#39;m not perfect, I know sometimes I forget to pray. I know I questioned my faith, I know sometimes I lose my temper, but thank you for loving me unconditionally and giving me another day to start over again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6995687082768018810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/6995687082768018810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/6995687082768018810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-886882125701670943</id><published>2014-02-16T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.357-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heaven"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish"/><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com10.52897267043590551389809800120.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;aligncenter size-full wp-image-535&quot; alt=&quot;pizap.com10.52897267043590551389809800120&quot; src=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com10.52897267043590551389809800120.jpg&quot; width=&quot;799&quot; height=&quot;599&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could climb up to heaven to give you a hug and tell you how much I love and miss you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/886882125701670943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/886882125701670943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/886882125701670943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-6647369261710490650</id><published>2014-02-16T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.346-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confidence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Woman"/><title type='text'>Sexy or Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com10.79870371660217641389808418241.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;aligncenter size-full wp-image-526&quot; alt=&quot;pizap.com10.79870371660217641389808418241&quot; src=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/pizap.com10.79870371660217641389808418241.jpg&quot; width=&quot;618&quot; height=&quot;599&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;100&quot; color=&quot;black&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t have to be skinny to be sexy or beautiful... Beauty is the size or your heart not the size of your jeans. Confidence is sexy! Work it ladies!&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6647369261710490650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/sexy-or-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/6647369261710490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/6647369261710490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/sexy-or-beautiful.html' title='Sexy or Beautiful'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-6814321162013728085</id><published>2014-02-03T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-03T17:33:04.693-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Big Ole"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wife"/><title type='text'>Big-Ole</title><content type='html'>Glenn and his wife were working in their garden one day when Glenn looks
 over at his wife and says, “Your butt is getting really big. I bet your
 butt is bigger than the barbecue.” With that he proceeded to get a 
measuring tape and measured the grill and then went over to where his 
wife was working and measured his wife’s bottom. “Yes, I was right, your
 butt is two inches wider than the barbecue!” The wife chose to ignore 
the husband. Later that night in bed Glenn was feeling a little frisky. 
He makes some advances towards his wife who completely brushes him off. 
“What’s wrong?” he asks. She answers, “Do you really think I’m going to 
fire up this big-ole grill for one little weenie ?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6814321162013728085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/big-ole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/6814321162013728085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/6814321162013728085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/big-ole.html' title='Big-Ole'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-7016002391069235236</id><published>2014-02-03T17:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-03T17:30:53.814-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="His Side"/><title type='text'>His Side</title><content type='html'>A little girl asked her mother, “How did the human race begin?”&lt;br /&gt;
The mother answered, “God made Adam and Eve and they had children, and so all mankind was made.”&lt;br /&gt;

Two days later the girl asked her father the same question, “How did 
the human race begin?” The father answered, “Many years ago there were 
monkeys from which the human race evolved.&lt;br /&gt;
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The confused girl returned to her mother and said, “Mom, how is it 
possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Dad 
said they developed from monkeys?”&lt;br /&gt;

The mother answered, “Well, dear, it is very simple. I told you about my side of the family and your father told you about his.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7016002391069235236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/his-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/7016002391069235236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/7016002391069235236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/his-side.html' title='His Side'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-1827637084923786519</id><published>2014-02-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-02T09:12:07.372-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation"/><title type='text'>Vacation </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Share if you thinks it&#39;s time someone whisked you away on Vacation! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1827637084923786519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/1827637084923786519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/1827637084923786519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/02/vacation.html' title='Vacation '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4D4cpNdInVEK9Brt4ybDBKjmRzMaf8n6fN9GHyYhOxrDZFpRk6Xfl55MMPgzeW1XJGoUgRHYkU-oqC_OAW4VPCNnCbUnzUDI8yXVL5T1qD-aOEdiXacfCVvKoK_z6_gj1JCmhGC8/s72-c/pizap.com10.62090493040159341389916369516.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-5514171559635532671</id><published>2014-01-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.296-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding"/><title type='text'>A Dad&amp;#39;s Wedding Speech</title><content type='html'>A Dad’s Wedding Speech At His Daughter’s &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Best Indian Wedding Themes&quot; href=&quot;http://www.letsplan.in/best-indian-wedding-themes/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Wedding Ceremony and Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – I decided I would probably begin my speech and toast by addressing you as the “new” family of my daughter . But nevertheless I do believe that it becomes inappropriate simply because now that she is married , you are now “the family” for her . Trust me ; I don’t have a problem with that .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I , in fact , wish for my daughter to have “you” as her priority now . Its time for all of us to consider a backseat in her life . We would certainly gladly accept and appreciate it but would surely request one thing- please make sure you keep her happy ! I am much more than sure that you will always keep her extremely happy . She is going to perhaps be more happy than what she used to be here . But like all fathers , I obsess over my daughter’s joy and happiness which is making me say this over and over again- please keep her happy ! She never was and will never be a burden for me . She is in fact the reason why I breathe and smile . I am getting her married because this is what the law of nature demands . I am helpless in the face of our culture and therefore sending her to your home . She was the happiness of my home and will now light up your home .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A Dad’s Wedding Speech At His Daughter’s Wedding Ceremony – Dedicated to all Fathers&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am giving my world to you . Please make sure it remains beautiful . I am giving away my princess to you . Please make sure she stays as a queen . I have raised her with my sweat and blood and now she is wonderfully perfect . For all the care , love , beauty and warmth my daughter will bring into your lives , I just want her happiness in return—please keep her happy ! If at times you think that my daughter has said or done something wrong , feel free to scold her . But handle her with love . She is very fragile . If at times she feels low , be with her . She just needs a little bit of your attention . If at times she feels sick , show her some care . It’s the medicine that works best for her . If at times she fails to fulfill a responsibility , feel free to chastise her . But empathize with her . She is still learning . Do understand her—please keep her happy ! I don’t mind if I don’t get to see her for months . I don’t mind if I am not able to talk to her on a daily basis . I would be more than happy if she doesn’t remember me much . But , my only motive in life has been my daughter’s happiness which is now in your hands . I beg you , please keep her happy .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dear son-in-law , these words may not mean much to you now but if you are lucky enough to father a daughter someday , you will appreciate them better when you will find every beat of your heart shouting – “please keep her happy” !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dedicated to all fathers</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5514171559635532671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-dad-wedding-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5514171559635532671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5514171559635532671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2014/01/a-dad-wedding-speech.html' title='A Dad&amp;#39;s Wedding Speech'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-3437536602711869989</id><published>2013-09-18T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-14T14:55:39.260-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Home"/><title type='text'>Love and Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/tumblr_m0ffslJ7Ua1rqckkdo2_500.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;aligncenter size-medium wp-image-27&quot; alt=&quot;tumblr_m0ffslJ7Ua1rqckkdo2_500&quot; src=&quot;http://quotescentralsplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/tumblr_m0ffslJ7Ua1rqckkdo2_500-300x300.png&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3437536602711869989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/09/love-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/3437536602711869989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/3437536602711869989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/09/love-and-life.html' title='Love and Life!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-2886054106094165119</id><published>2013-03-02T05:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-02T05:38:23.785-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bad Habits"/><title type='text'>Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot; id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UFICommentBody&quot; id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[2]&quot;&gt;&quot;My
 mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. She
 cooked for students &amp;amp; teachers to support the family. There was 
this one day during elementary &lt;a href=&quot;http://frasesdeamoryvida.blogspot.com/2013/02/story-of-mother-with-one-eye.html#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_1&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; where my mom came to say hello to 
me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[3]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[4]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0].[5]&quot;&gt;I was so embarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3]&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[0]&quot;&gt;ssed. How could she do this to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[1]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[2]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[3]&quot;&gt;I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[4]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[5]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[6]&quot;&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;http://frasesdeamoryvida.blogspot.com/2013/02/story-of-mother-with-one-eye.html#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_2&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;next&lt;/a&gt; day at school one of my classmates said, &quot;EEEE, your mom only has one eye!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[7]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[8]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[9]&quot;&gt;I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[10]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[11]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[12]&quot;&gt;So I confronted her that day and said, &quot; If you&#39;re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don&#39;t you just die?!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[13]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[14]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[15]&quot;&gt;My mom did not respond...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[16]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[17]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[18]&quot;&gt;I
 didn&#39;t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I
 was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of 
that house, and have nothing to do with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[19]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[20]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[21]&quot;&gt;So I studied real hard, got a chance to go to Singapore to &lt;a href=&quot;http://frasesdeamoryvida.blogspot.com/2013/02/story-of-mother-with-one-eye.html#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_0&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;study&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[22]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[23]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[24]&quot;&gt;Then, I got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[25]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[26]&quot;&gt;I bought a house of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[27]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[28]&quot;&gt;I had kids of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[29]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[30]&quot;&gt;I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[31]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[32]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[33]&quot;&gt;Then
 one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn&#39;t seen me in years and 
she didn&#39;t even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my 
children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[34]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[35]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[36]&quot;&gt;I screamed at her, &quot;How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[37]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[38]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[39]&quot;&gt;And
 to this, my mother quietly answered, &quot;Oh, I&#39;m so sorry. I may have 
gotten the wrong address,&quot; and she disappeared out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[40]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[41]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[42]&quot;&gt;One
 day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.
 So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[43]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[44]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[45]&quot;&gt;After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[46]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[47]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[48]&quot;&gt;I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[49]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[50]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[51]&quot;&gt;Mom&#39;s Letter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[52]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[53]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[54]&quot;&gt;My
 dearest son, I think of you all the time. I&#39;m sorry that I came to 
Singapore and scared &lt;a href=&quot;http://frasesdeamoryvida.blogspot.com/2013/02/story-of-mother-with-one-eye.html#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_3&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;your&lt;/a&gt; children. I was so glad when I heard you were 
coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to 
see you. I&#39;m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you 
were growing up. You see........when you were very little, you got into 
an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn&#39;t stand watching 
you having to grow up with one eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[55]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[56]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[57]&quot;&gt;So I gave you mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[58]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[59]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[60]&quot;&gt;I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With my love to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[61]&quot; /&gt;&lt;br id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[62]&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;.reactRoot[7].[1][2][1]{comment133111423524564_182561}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[3].0.[63]&quot;&gt;Your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/447043569152494307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/02/mother-with-one-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/447043569152494307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/447043569152494307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/02/mother-with-one-eye.html' title='Mother With One Eye'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGn6pwzWH0C-ZTzfwm-m7Lq7E8-tbn2ACtyU83gVM9IBsY1Mdr3P4Bt1viSzhgMqxzJo62Mn7XIDoInS8VyS0c72qWLgYrjJzxTQsyy5bSgRc31j4OfWy2J0uwhWLCq2db-HrVai_/s72-c/Crying.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-7249889537225092248</id><published>2013-02-22T16:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T16:21:01.211-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cinnamon and Honey"/><title type='text'>Cinnamon and Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Cinnamon and Honey&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Drug companies won&#39;t like this one getting around. Facts on Honey and Cinnamon: &lt;br /&gt;
 It is found that a mix of honey and Cinnamon cures most diseases. Honey
 is produced in most of the countries of the world. Scientists of to&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;day
 also note honey as very effective medicine for all kinds of diseases. 
Honey can be used without side effects which is also a plus.Today&#39;s 
science says that even though honey is sweet, when it is taken in the 
right dosage as a medicine, it does not harm even diabetic patients. 
Researched by western scientists:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; HEART DISEASES: Make a paste 
of honey and cinnamon powder, put it on toast instead of jelly and jam 
and eat it regularly for breakfast. It reduces the cholesterol and could
 potentially save one from heart attack. Also, even if you have already 
had an attack studies show you could be kept miles away from the next 
attack. Regular use of cinnamon honey strengthens the heart beat. In 
America and Canada, various nursing homes have treated patients 
successfully and have found that as one ages the arteries and veins lose
 their flexibility and get clogged; honey and cinnamon revitalize the 
arteries and the veins.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ARTHRITIS: Arthritis patients can 
benefit by taking one cup of hot water with two tablespoons of honey and
 one small teaspoon of cinnamon powder. When taken daily even chronic 
arthritis can be cured. In a recent research conducted at the Copenhagen
 University, it was found that when the doctors treated their patients 
with a mixture of one tablespoon Honey and half teaspoon Cinnamon powder
 before breakfast, they found that within a week (out of the 200 people 
so treated) practically 73 patients were totally relieved of pain -- and
 within a month, most all the patients who could not walk or move around
 because of arthritis now started walking without pain. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 
BLADDER INFECTIONS: Take two tablespoons of cinnamon powder and one 
teaspoon of honey in a glass of lukewarm water and drink it. It destroys
 the germs in the bladder....who knew? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; CHOLESTEROL: Two 
tablespoons of honey and three teaspoons of Cinnamon Powder mixed in 16 
ounces of tea water given to a cholesterol patient was found to reduce 
the level of cholesterol in the blood by 10 percent within two hours. As
 mentioned for arthritic patients, when taken three times a day, any 
chronic cholesterol-could be cured. According to information received in
 the said Journal, pure honey taken with food daily relieves complaints 
of cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; COLDS: Those suffering from common or severe 
colds should take one tablespoon lukewarm honey with 1/4 spoon cinnamon 
powder daily for three days. This process will cure most chronic cough, 
cold, and, clear the sinuses, and it&#39;s delicious too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; UPSET STOMACH: Honey taken with cinnamon powder cures stomach ache and also is said to clear stomach ulcers from its root.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 GAS: According to the studies done in India and Japan, it is revealed 
that when Honey is taken with cinnamon powder the stomach is relieved of
 gas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; IMMUNE SYSTEM: Daily use of honey and cinnamon powder 
strengthens the immune system and protects the body from bacterial and 
viral attacks. Scientists have found that honey has various vitamins and
 iron in large amounts. Constant use of Honey strengthens the white 
blood corpuscles (where DNA is contained) to fight bacterial and viral 
diseases.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; INDIGESTION: Cinnamon powder sprinkled on two 
tablespoons of honey taken before food is eaten relieves acidity and 
digests the heaviest of meals&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; INFLUENZA: A scientist in Spain 
has proved that honey contains a natural &#39;Ingredient&#39; which kills the 
influenza germs and saves the patient from flu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; LONGEVITY: Tea 
made with honey and cinnamon powder, when taken regularly, arrests the 
ravages of old age. Use four teaspoons of honey, one teaspoon of 
cinnamon powder, and three cups of boiling water to make a tea. Drink 
1/4 cup, three to four times a day. It keeps the skin fresh and soft and
 arrests old age. Life spans increase and even a 100 year old will start
 performing the chores of a 20-year-old.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; RASPY OR SORE THROAT: 
When throat has a tickle or is raspy, take one tablespoon of honey and 
sip until gone. Repeat every three hours until throat is without 
symptoms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; PIMPLES: Three tablespoons of honey and one teaspoon 
of cinnamon powder paste. Apply this paste on the pimples before 
sleeping and wash it off the next morning with warm water. When done 
daily for two weeks, it removes all pimples from the root.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; SKIN
 INFECTIONS:Applying honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts on the 
affected parts cures eczema, ringworm and all types of skin Infections.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 WEIGHT LOSS:Daily in the morning one half hour beforebreakfast and on 
an empty stomach, and at night before sleeping, drink honey and cinnamon
 powder boiled in one cup of water. When taken regularly, it reduces the
 weight of even the most obese person. Also, drinking this mixture 
regularly does not allow the fat to accumulate in the body even though 
the person may eat a high calorie diet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; CANCER: Recent research
 in Japan and Australia has revealed that advanced cancer of the stomach
 and bones have been cured successfully. Patients suffering from these 
kinds of cancer should daily take one tablespoon of honey with one 
teaspoon of cinnamon powder three times a day for one month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 
FATIGUE: Recent studies have shown that the sugar content of honey is 
more helpful rather than being detrimental to the strength of the body. 
Senior citizens who take honey and cinnamon powder in equal parts are 
more alert and flexible. Dr. Milton, who has done research, says that a 
half tablespoon of honey taken in a glass of water and sprinkled with 
cinnamon powder, even when the vitality of the body starts to decrease, 
when taken daily after brushing and in the afternoon at about 3:00 P.M.,
 the vitality of the body increases within a week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; BAD BREATH: 
People of South America, gargle with one teaspoon of honey and cinnamon 
powder mixed in hot water first thing in the morning so their breath 
stays fresh throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; HEARING LOSS: Daily morning and night honey and cinnamon powder, taken in equal parts restores hearing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Remember when we were kids? We had toast with real butter and cinnamon sprinkled on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7249889537225092248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/02/cinnamon-and-honey-drug-companies-wont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/7249889537225092248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/7249889537225092248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/02/cinnamon-and-honey-drug-companies-wont.html' title='Cinnamon and Honey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxIjsCGWlzDyzYK0lGurPT6Ei6Dy8zbHHDZVtbVz43zbLKKRTFCeMJLZSFSucVDYSVqqhZF4VAjEcr5acmhJIS4twSo-35jQ0h_k7qn9LKPxDWulFz4lstD4BS3r3007bbza4z2Gk/s72-c/529024_4883561539824_1181647355_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-8571410969494569931</id><published>2013-01-08T20:16:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T20:17:57.299-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Why Me Mom?"/><title type='text'>Why Me Mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ins style=&quot;border: none; display: inline-table; height: 250px; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 250px;&quot;&gt;&lt;ins id=&quot;aswift_0_anchor&quot; style=&quot;border: none; display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 250px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;more-4236&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;the other car didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I’m the one who will pay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I’m lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you’d get here soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;He was probably at the same party as I.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The only difference is, he drank and I will die.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your &lt;a href=&quot;http://quotesinfluence.com/quotes-about-life/why-me-mom-2#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_0&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;whole life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8571410969494569931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/why-me-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/8571410969494569931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/8571410969494569931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/why-me-mom.html' title='Why Me Mom?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzxrRsYRgq2d9UCCHk4FvgNKgL1MxLL46e-FrKQbOR-XbB0G3Q5JjbcPk_7RKhkCoCisBvOou-34m55bIf_G7h4C6Wd0B8AnGESitQD9DkHurs72xSIKxViBNA8sbYo9B0Jr5xJV2/s72-c/innocent-death-220x300.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-158757677128853940</id><published>2013-01-08T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T20:14:10.403-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Success And The Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Wealth"/><title type='text'>The Wealth, The Success And The Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6b4Vwt7ssEl4UUWpSt0IuCmd_xx6Gm2KxM5hKZ8XuI2bsMTzFKgCSkyqoCmNDyu6pST56Tfzv__4l2dCOQ0RIsy0wNgVTSaRsVJIoYksIqOrjIlrZECtAN4lZhaH7CQffK6IDScA7/s1600/wealth-success-love-495x406.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;262&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6b4Vwt7ssEl4UUWpSt0IuCmd_xx6Gm2KxM5hKZ8XuI2bsMTzFKgCSkyqoCmNDyu6pST56Tfzv__4l2dCOQ0RIsy0wNgVTSaRsVJIoYksIqOrjIlrZECtAN4lZhaH7CQffK6IDScA7/s320/wealth-success-love-495x406.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;A woman came out of her house and saw three&amp;nbsp;old men&amp;nbsp;with 
long white beards sitting in her&amp;nbsp;front yard. She did not recognize them.
 She said, “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please 
come in and have something to eat.”&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;“Is the man of the house home?” they asked. “No,” she said, “he’s out.” “Then we cannot come in,” they replied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;more-4246&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;“Go tell them I am home and invite them in!” The woman went
 out and invited the men in. “We do not go into a house together,” they 
replied. “Why is that?” she wanted to know. One of the old men 
explained, “His name is Wealth,” said pointing to one of his friends, 
and said, pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then 
he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you 
want in your home.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;“How nice!” he said. “since that is the case, let us invite
 Wealth. Let him come in and fill our home with wealth!” His wife 
disagreed. “My dear, why&amp;nbsp;don’t we&amp;nbsp;invite Success?” Their daughter-in-law
 was listening from another corner of the house. She jumped in with her 
own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will 
then be filled with love!” “Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” 
said the husband to his wife.” Go out and invite Love to be our guest.” 
The woman went out and asked the three old men, “Which one of you is 
Love? Please come in and be our guest.” Love got &lt;a href=&quot;http://quotesinfluence.com/quotes-about-life/the-wealth-the-success-and-the-love#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_0&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;up and&lt;/a&gt;
 started walking toward the house. The other two also got up and 
followed him. Surprised, the woman asked Wealth and Success: “I only 
invited Love, why are you coming in?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The old men replied together: ” If you had invited Wealth 
or Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but since you 
invited Love, wherever he goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, 
there is Wealth and Success!!!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;A dog was so faithful that the woman could leave her baby 
with it and go out to attend other matters. She always returned to find 
the child soundly asleep with the dog faithfully watching over him. One 
day something tragic happened. The woman as usual, left the baby in the 
“hands” of this faithful dog and went out shopping. When she returned, 
she discovered rather a nasty scene, there was a total mess. The baby’s 
cot was dismantled, his nappies &amp;amp; clothes torn to shreds with blood 
stains all over the bedroom where she left the child &amp;amp; the dog. 
Shocked, the woman wailed as she began looking for the baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;more-4254&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of a sudden, she saw the faithful dog emerging from
 under the bed. It was covered with blood and licking it’s mouth as if 
it had just finished a delicious meal. The woman got angry and assumed 
that the dog had devoured her baby. Without much thought she beat the 
dog with a wood to death. But as she continued searching for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;the”remains” of her child, she beheld another scene. Close to 
the bed was the baby who, although lying bare floor, was safe &amp;amp; 
under the bed where the body of a snake was torn to pieces in what had 
been a fierce battle between the snake and the dog which was now dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then reality dawned on the woman who now began to 
understand what took place in her absence. The dog fought to protect the
 baby from the ravenous snake. It was too late for her now to make 
amends because in her impatience and anger,she had killed the faithful 
dog. How often have we misjudged people and torn them to shreds with 
harsh words and deeds before we have had time to evaluate the 
situation?.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5794017180381816016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/faithful-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5794017180381816016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5794017180381816016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/faithful-dog.html' title='Faithful Dog'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9FTQMqt2dlOBLS0paBgLgpt2sbl_ENUZY_2aTjntZeTQNquZxSYLUWcim2Q73SXVJmaNmKf6krXsbP6-z_rGwzRLqCnyUaGyR3du_xA-TQiElHkc2znYGITXAGWMauqX07QQS5pq/s72-c/dog-and-baby+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-3954188171152117235</id><published>2013-01-08T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T20:04:49.930-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daddy&#39;s Girl"/><title type='text'>Daddy&#39;s Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7thovWgPLw890y9cw17krg-tINMjFuHjhzyDq0-Y1bGt-BgGAUF9msuxkwOIBph_R8gkfwbc57QUnLo5ob_ogrTKcyXBlSedb4L5yotGHDioy7vk2yFYV6xgYu764pf4jWfhN15T8/s1600/Keith+&amp;amp;+Merri,+bike+copy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7thovWgPLw890y9cw17krg-tINMjFuHjhzyDq0-Y1bGt-BgGAUF9msuxkwOIBph_R8gkfwbc57QUnLo5ob_ogrTKcyXBlSedb4L5yotGHDioy7vk2yFYV6xgYu764pf4jWfhN15T8/s320/Keith+&amp;amp;+Merri,+bike+copy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;236&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Her hair up in a pony tail,&lt;br /&gt;
her favorite dress tied with a bow.&lt;br /&gt;
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,&lt;br /&gt;
and she couldn’t wait to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;
But her mommy tried to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;
that she probably should stay home.&lt;br /&gt;
Why the kids might not understand,&lt;br /&gt;
if she went to school alone.&lt;br /&gt;

But she was not afraid;&lt;br /&gt;
she knew just what to say.&lt;br /&gt;
What to tell her classmates,&lt;br /&gt;
on the Daddy’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id=&quot;more-4250&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But still her mommy worried,&lt;br /&gt;
for her to face this day alone.&lt;br /&gt;
And that was why once again,&lt;br /&gt;
she tried to keep her daughter home.&lt;br /&gt;

But the little girl went to school,&lt;br /&gt;
eager to tell them all.&lt;br /&gt;
About a dad she never sees,&lt;br /&gt;
a dad who never calls.&lt;br /&gt;

There were daddies along the wall in back&lt;br /&gt;
for everyone to meet.&lt;br /&gt;
Children squirming impatiently,&lt;br /&gt;
anxious in their seats.&lt;br /&gt;

One by one the teacher called,&lt;br /&gt;
a student from the class.&lt;br /&gt;
To introduce their daddy&lt;br /&gt;
as seconds slowly passed.&lt;br /&gt;

At last the teacher called her name,&lt;br /&gt;
every child turned to stare.&lt;br /&gt;
Each of them were searching,&lt;br /&gt;
for a man who wasn’t there.&lt;br /&gt;

“Where’s her daddy at?”&lt;br /&gt;
she heard a boy call out.&lt;br /&gt;
“She probably doesn’t have one,”&lt;br /&gt;
another student dared to shout.&lt;br /&gt;

And from somewhere near the back,&lt;br /&gt;
she heard a daddy say.&lt;br /&gt;
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,&lt;br /&gt;
too busy to waste his day.”&lt;br /&gt;

The words did not offend her,&lt;br /&gt;
as she smiled at her friends.&lt;br /&gt;
And looked back at her teacher,&lt;br /&gt;
who told her &lt;a href=&quot;http://quotesinfluence.com/quotes-about-life/daddys-girl#&quot; id=&quot;_GPLITA_0&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; title=&quot;Click to Continue &amp;gt; by Text-Enhance&quot;&gt;to begin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;

And with hands behind her back,&lt;br /&gt;
slowly she began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
And out from the mouth of a child,&lt;br /&gt;
came words incredibly unique.&lt;br /&gt;

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,&lt;br /&gt;
because he lives so far away.&lt;br /&gt;
But I know he wishes he could,&lt;br /&gt;
be with me on this day.”&lt;br /&gt;

“And though you cannot meet him,&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted you to know.&lt;br /&gt;
All about my Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;
And how much he loves me so.”&lt;br /&gt;

“He loved to tell me stories,&lt;br /&gt;
he taught me to ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;
He surprised me with pink roses&lt;br /&gt;
and taught me to fly a kite.”&lt;br /&gt;

“We used to share fudge sundaes,&lt;br /&gt;
and ice cream in a cone.&lt;br /&gt;
And though you cannot see him,&lt;br /&gt;
I’m not standing here alone.”&lt;br /&gt;

“Cause my Daddy’s always with me,&lt;br /&gt;
even though we are far apart.&lt;br /&gt;
I know because he told me,&lt;br /&gt;
he’ll forever be here in my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;

With that her little hand reached up,&lt;br /&gt;
and lay across her chest.&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling her own heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;
beneath her favorite dress.&lt;br /&gt;

And from some where in the crowd of dads,&lt;br /&gt;
her mother stood in tears.&lt;br /&gt;
Proudly watching her daughter,&lt;br /&gt;
who was wise beyond her years&lt;br /&gt;

For she stood up for the love,&lt;br /&gt;
of a man not in her life.&lt;br /&gt;
Doing what was best for her,&lt;br /&gt;
doing what was right.&lt;br /&gt;

And when she dropped her hand back down,&lt;br /&gt;
staring straight into the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
She finished with a voice so soft,&lt;br /&gt;
but its message clear and loud.&lt;br /&gt;

“I love my Daddy very much,&lt;br /&gt;
he’s my shining star.&lt;br /&gt;
And he’d be here if he could,&lt;br /&gt;
but heavens much to far.”&lt;br /&gt;

“Sometimes when I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
it’s like he never went away.”&lt;br /&gt;
And then she closed her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
and she saw him there that day.&lt;br /&gt;

And to her mother’s amazement,&lt;br /&gt;
she witnessed with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
A room full of Daddies and Children,&lt;br /&gt;
all starting to close their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;

Who knows what they saw before them,&lt;br /&gt;
who knows what they felt inside.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps for merely a second,&lt;br /&gt;
they saw him at her side.&lt;br /&gt;

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”&lt;br /&gt;
to the silence she called out.&lt;br /&gt;
And what happened next made believers,&lt;br /&gt;
of those once filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;

Not one in that room could explain it,&lt;br /&gt;
for each of their eyes had been closed.&lt;br /&gt;
But there placed on her desk,&lt;br /&gt;
was a beautiful pink rose.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;
by the love of her shining bright star.&lt;br /&gt;
And given the gift of believing that,&lt;br /&gt;
Heaven is never too far.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3954188171152117235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/daddys-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/3954188171152117235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/3954188171152117235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&#39;s Girl'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7thovWgPLw890y9cw17krg-tINMjFuHjhzyDq0-Y1bGt-BgGAUF9msuxkwOIBph_R8gkfwbc57QUnLo5ob_ogrTKcyXBlSedb4L5yotGHDioy7vk2yFYV6xgYu764pf4jWfhN15T8/s72-c/Keith+&amp;+Merri,+bike+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-2778499693517655387</id><published>2013-01-04T18:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-04T18:37:32.999-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Story of the Lonely Love"/><title type='text'>The Story of the Lonely Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.&lt;br /&gt;
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,&lt;br /&gt;
“Richness, can you take me with you?”&lt;br /&gt;

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Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”&lt;br /&gt;
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!”&lt;br /&gt;
“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;
Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh … Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”&lt;br /&gt;
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an 
elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where
 they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own 
way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,&lt;br /&gt;
Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”&lt;br /&gt;
“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;
“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”&lt;br /&gt;
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2778499693517655387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-story-of-lonely-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/2778499693517655387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/2778499693517655387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-story-of-lonely-love.html' title='The Story of the Lonely Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcu8x9wPgIelez2qbJNE4A90SiyZ5E8dELGy83udhkpdXrAeYuCBGLL_w6xgPegulEHD_fYzkFlQvN-4kSt07MKbmun453K6ab0e6j_Id2BWYBrIb9hMLfKWzWhw03UApTzmp8dX-7/s72-c/Burning-Heart-micketo-29946671-1024-768.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-9222574409700942509</id><published>2013-01-04T18:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-04T18:34:57.054-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="15 Things You Should Give Up To Be Happy"/><title type='text'>15 Things You Should Give Up To Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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Here is a list of 15 things which, if you give up on them, will make 
your life a lot easier and much, much happier. We hold on to so many 
things that cause us a great deal of pain, stress and suffering – and 
instead of letting them all go, instead of allowing ourselves to be 
stress free and happy – we cling on to them. Not anymore. Starting today
 we will give up on all those things that no longer serve us, and we 
will embrace change. Ready? Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;1. GIVE UP YOUR NEED TO ALWAYS BE RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;There are so many of us who can’t stand the idea of
 being wrong – wanting to always be right – even at the risk of ending 
great relationships or causing a great deal of stress and pain, for us 
and for others. It’s just not worth it. Whenever you feel the ‘urgent’ 
need to jump into a fight over who is right and who is wrong, ask 
yourself this question:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Would I rather be right, or would I rather be kind?”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Wayne Dyer. What difference will that make? Is your ego really that big?&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;strong&gt;2. GIVE UP YOUR NEED FOR CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Be willing to give up your need to always control 
everything that happens to you and around you – situations, events, 
people, etc. Whether they are loved ones, coworkers, or just strangers 
you meet on the street – just allow them to be. Allow everything and 
everyone to be just as they are and you will see how much better will 
that make you feel.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by 
those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond 
winning.”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;3. GIVE UP ON BLAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Give up on your need to blame others for what you 
have or don’t have, for what you feel or don’t feel. Stop giving your 
powers away and start taking responsibility for your life.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;4. GIVE UP YOUR SELF-DEFEATING SELF-TALK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Oh my. How many people are hurting themselves because of their 
negative, polluted and repetitive self-defeating mindset? Don’t believe 
everything that your mind is telling you – especially if it’s negative 
and self-defeating. You are better than that.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;5. GIVE UP YOUR LIMITING BELIEFS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

about what you can or cannot do, about what is possible or 
impossible. From now on, you are no longer going to allow your limiting 
beliefs to keep you stuck in the wrong place. Spread your wings and fly!&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A belief is not an idea held by the mind, it is an idea that holds the mind”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Elly Roselle&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;6. GIVE UP COMPLAINING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Give up your constant need to complain about those 
many, many, maaany things – people, situations, events that make you 
unhappy, sad and depressed. Nobody can make you unhappy, no situation 
can make you sad or miserable unless you allow it to. It’s not the 
situation that triggers those feelings in you, but how you choose to 
look at it. Never underestimate the power of positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;7. GIVE UP THE LUXURY OF CRITICISM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Give up your need to criticize things, events or people that are 
different than you. We are all different, yet we are all the same. We 
all want to be happy, we all want to love and be loved and we all want 
to be understood. We all want something, and something is wished by us 
all.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;8. GIVE UP YOUR NEED TO IMPRESS OTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Stop trying so hard to be something that you’re not just to make 
others like you. It doesn’t work this way. The moment you stop trying so
 hard to be something that you’re not, the moment you take off all your 
masks, the moment you accept and embrace the real you, you will find 
people will be drawn to you, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;9. GIVE UP YOUR RESISTANCE TO CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Change is good. Change will help you move from A to
 B. Change will help you make improvements in your life and also the 
lives of those around you. Follow your bliss, embrace change – don’t 
resist it.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joseph Campbell&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;10. GIVE UP LABELS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Stop labeling those things, people or events that 
you don’t understand as being weird or different and try opening your 
mind, little by little. Minds only work when open.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wayne Dyer&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;11. GIVE UP ON YOUR FEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Fear is just an illusion, it doesn’t exist – you created it. It’s all
 in your mind. Correct the inside and the outside will fall into place.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;12. GIVE UP YOUR EXCUSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Send them packing and tell them they’re fired. You no longer need 
them. A lot of times we limit ourselves because of the many excuses we 
use. Instead of growing and working on improving ourselves and our 
lives, we get stuck, lying to ourselves, using all kind of excuses – 
excuses that 99.9% of the time are not even real.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;13. GIVE UP THE PAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I know, I know. It’s hard. Especially when the past looks so much 
better than the present and the future looks so frightening, but you 
have to take into consideration the fact that the present moment is all 
you have and all you will ever have. The past you are now longing for – 
the past that you are now dreaming about – was ignored by you when it 
was present. Stop deluding yourself. Be present in everything you do and
 enjoy life. After all life is a journey not a destination. Have a clear
 vision for the future, prepare yourself, but always be present in the 
now.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;14. GIVE UP ATTACHMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

This is a concept that, for most of us is so hard to grasp and I have
 to tell you that it was for me too, (it still is) but it’s not 
something impossible. You get better and better at with time and 
practice. The moment you detach yourself from all things, (and that 
doesn’t mean you give up your love for them – because love and 
attachment have nothing to do with one another, &amp;nbsp;attachment comes from a
 place of fear, while love… well, real love is pure, kind, and self 
less, where there is love there can’t be fear, and because of that, 
attachment and love cannot coexist) you become so peaceful, so tolerant,
 so kind, and so serene. You will get to a place where you will be able 
to understand all things without even trying. A state beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;15. GIVE UP LIVING YOUR LIFE TO OTHER PEOPLE’S EXPECTATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Way too many people are living a life that is not theirs to live. 
They live their lives according to what others think is best for them, 
they live their lives according to what their parents think is best for 
them, to what their friends, their enemies and their teachers, their 
government and the media think is best for them. They ignore their inner
 voice, that inner calling. They are so busy with pleasing everybody, 
with living up to other people’s expectations, that they lose control 
over their lives. They forget what makes them happy, what they want, 
what they need….and eventually they forget about themselves.&amp;nbsp; You have 
one life – this one right now – you must live it, own it, and especially
 don’t let other people’s opinions distract you from your path.&lt;br /&gt;

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It was a Tuesday, the day it happened. The day I made the biggest 
mistake of my life. It happened when me and my beloved wife Olivia got 
into an argument and even threw around the word divorce. Which now 
breaks my heart from all we had been through of a 16 year relationship, a
 11 year marriage, and having an 8 year old beautiful daughter named 
Sarah. When I first met Olivia it was love at first sight and from there
 on out we were never apart. So now thinking about this fight brings me 
to tears. Sarah who had been listening to the whole fight and couldn’t 
bare to hear it especially after hearing the word divorce made her start
 bursting into tears in her room.&lt;br /&gt;

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Once I had enough of the argument I barged out and just before I 
slammed the door shut I heard my daughter Sarah yell “I HATE YOU DADDY!”
 I can’t even think of that without my eyes watering up, just thinking 
that she also said daddy in it. Even though every kid calls their father
 daddy it just seemed special from her. But once I left the house I went
 to my favorite bar which Olivia hated but she just dealed with it cause
 she loved me. I was drinking until about 3 AM and Olivia waited long 
enough and went to pick me up. She had to bring Sarah because she 
refused to stay home and made Olivia take her. But once she brought me 
to the car I just said “Give me the damn keys! I’m driving.” She looked 
at me and said “Nick you can’t drive, you’re too drunk.” I just shook 
her off took the keys and began to drive. I was swerving all over the 
road almost getting into multiple wrecks, running stop signs and running
 red lights. Olivia even thought we would make it home in one piece. She
 knew she had to stop me from driving because if she didn’t she knew we 
would crash. That’s when she jumped into the front seat to try to pry 
the steering wheel away from me, that was right when we hit a pothole 
going 80, flipped and slammed into another family in their car.&lt;br /&gt;

When I woke up I asked the doctors “What happened last night?” “Uh 
Mr. Fuller, you got into an accident killing the whole family in the 
other car. This is hard to say but…. you killed your wife as well and 
put your daughter in a coma.” I refused to believe it and I started to 
go crazy. I jumped out of bed and began to run, I didn’t make it far 
cause I immediately passed out.&lt;br /&gt;

Its been a couple of months since the accident, I’m out on bail and 
I’m awaiting trial for killing my wife and the other family. I have been
 fired from my job for killing that family and not leaving my daughters 
hospital bed. I have never left the chair right next to Sarah’s bed. I 
started to go insane, I think its because I have sat next to my daughter
 for so long who is slowly rotting away. Every single night I will hold 
her hand and just start to ball and yell “Please wake up!” I have 
started to have nightmares about Sarah being killed by me or me waking 
up to see her dead. So now every single morning I wake up screaming from
 the horror I experience when I sleep. I have started to lose my mind so
 much that I imagine Olivia every single day. She will walk into the 
room and before you know it I will be having a full blown conversation 
with her until the nurse walks in and says “Mr. Fuller who are you 
talking to?” And that’s when I look back up to see nothing. A mind is a 
terrible thing to lose. You can lose your sight, hearing, and sound, but
 you can’t lose your mind. Without that nothing seems real, and nothing 
is fake either, you can never tell. You just lose your grip on reality..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1592766883078525144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/please-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/1592766883078525144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/1592766883078525144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/please-wake-up.html' title='Please Wake Up'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5_Y0jPKaku77mVTCW1UCUhS9W5mgSZlYYcDKpPdEMHuQgNEQ2ZWYgFPJklgYidhCe1aTuIfXOKMp9ROCL2CXe0tmyGRjrCBBXhbL8f79JFUxMYDbS1GLjLm-0oUW-NRpk-Q0tjyz/s72-c/Black-Rose-black-27294423-420-303.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-8012222805730974639</id><published>2013-01-04T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-04T18:26:17.198-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Can I borrow 50?"/><title type='text'>Can I borrow 50?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”&lt;br /&gt;
DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”&lt;br /&gt;
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”&lt;br /&gt;
DAD: “If you must know, I make 100 an hour.”&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow 50?”
&lt;br /&gt;
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The father was furious, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can
 borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you 
march yourself straight to your room.The little boy quietly went to his 
room and shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;
———&lt;br /&gt;
The man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something
 he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn’t ask for 
money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and 
opened the door.” Are you asleep, son?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;
“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy. “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was
 too hard on you earlier” said the man. Here’s the Rs.50 you asked for.”&lt;br /&gt;

———-&lt;br /&gt;

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He 
yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up 
bills.The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry 
again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up 
at his father. “Why do you want more money if you already have some?” 
the father grumbled.”Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the 
little boy replied,&lt;br /&gt;
“Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?&lt;br /&gt;
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”&lt;br /&gt;
………………&lt;br /&gt;
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;
A reminder to all of us working so hard in life. We should not let time 
slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who 
really matter to us, those close to our hearts……..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8012222805730974639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/can-i-borrow-50.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/8012222805730974639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/8012222805730974639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/can-i-borrow-50.html' title='Can I borrow 50?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9P18kmOtcm1CkTrFR9PdI3Yz65HNiZnWNHC8zLkooxg8FYLJs5pIfP_Kn5czZnHMiRddA5NxmzRCVv6yNY1jkOQoFvN2p-wY2g6DLLJwksWoGpfeV8yph0GgAEWU8iDuGptEAmJrs/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-2204033661708261981</id><published>2013-01-02T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-06T13:36:25.876-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You will laugh your heart out"/><title type='text'>You will laugh your heart out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;A mom is driving her little girl to a friend&#39;s house for a play date. &quot;Mommy ,&quot; the little girl asks ,&quot;how old are you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Honey , you are not supposed to ask a lady her age&quot;, the mother warns .&lt;br /&gt; &quot;It is not polite&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Ok&quot;, the little girl says .&quot;How much do you weigh?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Now really ,&quot; the mother says , &quot;these are personal questions and really none of &lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;your business.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; Undaunted , the little girl asks,&quot; why did you and daddy get a divorce?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;That is enough questions , honestly!&quot; The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin play.&lt;br /&gt; &quot;My Mom wouldn&#39;t tell me anything .&quot; The little girl says to her friend&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Well,&quot;said the friend ,&quot;all you need to do is look at her drivers license&lt;br /&gt; It is like a report card it has everything on it&quot;, later that night ,the little girls says to her mother ,&quot; I know how old&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; you are . You are 32&quot;. The mother is surprised and asks ,&quot;how did you find that out?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;I also know that you weigh 140pounds .&quot; The mother is past surprise and shocked now.&lt;br /&gt; &quot; How in heaven &#39;s name did you find that out?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;And ,&quot;the little girel says triumphantly ,&quot;I know why you and daddy got a divorce&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Oh really?&quot;The mother asks .&quot; And why&#39;s that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Because you got an F in sex&quot;.&lt;br /&gt; Mother fainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2204033661708261981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/you-will-laugh-youre-heart-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/2204033661708261981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/2204033661708261981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/you-will-laugh-youre-heart-out.html' title='You will laugh your heart out!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pRQPacfDqh9yzwBqo1Zzn2jfGH_vmD2FwII8WG7qmRNMnQOOJQKoB69ll4watdfYPwQiyhk-a89GGjUBzvmlvLES0mcCDQSw2QWwPvcsLhLHq9_pn11xplXan_GleKATuKTNqQ3E/s72-c/cartoon-laugh-3%5B1%5D.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-5063733390349841488</id><published>2013-01-01T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T22:42:22.012-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The little boy"/><title type='text'>The little boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the 
operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all 
right? When can I see him?”&lt;br /&gt;
The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”&lt;br /&gt;
Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”&lt;br /&gt;
The
 surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of 
the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the 
university.”&lt;br /&gt;
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said
 good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red 
curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;
“Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked.&lt;br /&gt;
Sally
 nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic
 bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to 
donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help 
somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be 
using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one
 more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. 
Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he 
could.”&lt;br /&gt;
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last
 time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag
 with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive 
home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She 
carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his 
hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other 
personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. 
She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to 
sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;“Dear Mom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I
 know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget 
you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I
 will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see
 each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you 
won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old 
stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she 
probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy 
her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don’t be sad thinking about 
me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I
 got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see
 everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you 
know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw 
Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess 
what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was 
somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a 
letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that 
wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and 
His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the 
name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said 
for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 
‘Where was He when I needed him?’ “God said He was in the same place 
with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as 
He always is with all His children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh, by the way, Mom, 
no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this 
is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His 
pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. 
Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m, sure the 
food will be great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I 
don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t 
stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, 
either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel
 said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &amp;amp; Me.”&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5063733390349841488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5063733390349841488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/5063733390349841488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-little-boy.html' title='The little boy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMSTvIyISbq246IO7kYaamZykbf7TBw7tD0wq0HPfrzVWLu9Cq-_HAgVISj853yqtVkhKJcgxnX75ARcOdhUXFzIPUbp4tEh8PhR4LEKj2svEgI8W5D87CoALI_EOlu5eD5O1ErnV/s72-c/kbmb.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536351777661189317.post-3995849714712370230</id><published>2013-01-01T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T22:37:01.263-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Live and Work"/><title type='text'>Live and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Father was a hardworking man who delivered bread as a living to 
support his wife and three children. He spent all his evenings after 
work attending classes, hoping to improve himself so that he could one 
day find a better paying job. Except for Sundays, Father hardly ate a 
meal together with his family. He worked and studied very hard because 
he wanted to provide his family with the best money could buy.&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever
 the family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, 
he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to
 spend more time with his family.&lt;br /&gt;
The day came when the 
examination results were announced. To his joy, Father passed, and with 
distinctions too! Soon after, he was offered a good job as a senior 
supervisor which paid handsomely.&lt;br /&gt;
Like a dream come true, Father 
could now afford to provide his family with life’s little luxuries like 
nice clothing, fine food and vacation abroad.&lt;br /&gt;
However, the family 
still did not get to see father for most of the week. He continued to 
work very hard, hoping to be promoted to the position of manager. In 
fact, to make himself a worthily candidate for the promotion, he 
enrolled for another course in the open university.&lt;br /&gt;
Again, 
whenever the family complained that he was not spending enough time with
 them, he reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often 
yearned to spend more time with his family.&lt;br /&gt;
Father’s hard work 
paid off and he was promoted. Jubilantly, he decided to hire a maid to 
relieve his wife from her domestic tasks. He also felt that their 
three-room flat was no longer big enough, it would be nice for his 
family to be able to enjoy the facilities and comfort of a condominium. 
Having experienced the rewards of his hard work many times before, 
Father resolved to further his studies and work at being promoted again.
 The family still did not get to see much of him. In fact, sometimes 
Father had to work on Sundays entertaining clients. Again, whenever the 
family complained that he was not spending enough time with them, he 
reasoned that he was doing all this for them. But he often yearned to 
spend more time with his family.&lt;br /&gt;
As expected, Father’s hard work 
paid off again and he bought a beautiful condominium overlooking the 
coast of Singapore. On the first Sunday evening at their new home, 
Father declared to his family that he decided not to take anymore 
courses or pursue any more promotions. From then on he was going to 
devote more time to his family.&lt;br /&gt;
Father did not wake up the next day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3995849714712370230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/live-and-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/3995849714712370230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536351777661189317/posts/default/3995849714712370230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotescentralisawesome.blogspot.com/2013/01/live-and-work.html' title='Live and Work'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZegDW1bpvUBY04TjlLffcZymkPieyb13Lbp-jnQ5qA2ciwAfWehKcN37YrqEf2v8X-NEhe6EltfVQp4Fnp-gpJeOn-Bx3-zLbFj2JjGVoALlDE6nyMbJNxjnIzr5FIM1mhrFvuYP1/s72-c/nknknkn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>