<?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-850441990420378681</id><updated>2024-10-05T08:58:48.320+05:00</updated><category term="FAV"/><title type='text'>short stories with moral</title><subtitle type='html'>I have shared little cute but moral stories. For your little one, you can teach them some lesson regarding life. 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I didn&#39;t know why he was home instead of Mom, but I was young and the only one of my friend who had their dad around.&amp;nbsp; I considered myself very lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dad did so many things for me during my grade school years. He convinced the school bus driver to pick me up at my house instead of the usual bus stop that was six blocks away. He had my lunch ready for me when I came home-usually my peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was shaped for the season. My favourite was at Christmas. The sandwich would be sprinkled with green sugar and cut in the shape of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; As I got a little older and tried to gain my independence, I wanted to move away from those &quot;childish&quot; sings of his love. But he wasn&#39;t going to give up. In high school and no longer able to go home for lunch, I began taking my own. Dad would get a little early and make it for me. I never knew what to expect. The outside of the sack might be cover with his rendering of a mountain scene (it became his trademark) or a heart inscribed with Dad-n-Angie K.K.&quot; in its centre. Inside there would be a napkin with that same heart or an &quot;I LOVE YOU&quot;. Many times he would write a joke or riddle, such as &quot;Why don&#39;t they ever call it a muscle instead of a popsicle?&quot; He always had some silly saying to make me smile and let me know that he loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; I used to hide my lunch so no one would see the bag or read the napkin, but that didn&#39;t lat-long. One of my friends saw the napkin one day, grabbed it, and pass it around the lunchroom. My face burned with embarrassment. To my astonishment, the next day all my friends were waiting to see the napkin. From the way they acted, I think they all wished they had someone who showed them kind of love. I was so proud to have him as my father. Throughout the rest of my high school years, I receive those napkins and still have the majority of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; And still, it didn&#39;t end. When I left home for college (the last one to go), I thought the message would to stop. But my friend and I were glad that these gestures continued.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; I missed seeing my dad every day after school,, and so I called him a lot. My phones bill got to be pretty high. It didn&#39;t matter what we said; I just want to hear his voice. We started a ritual during that first year that stayed with us. After I said good-bye, he always said, &quot;ANGIE?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Yes, Dad?&quot; I&#39;d reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I LOVE YOU&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I LOVE YOU, TOO, Dad.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I began to get a letter almost every Friday. The front desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Staff always knew who the letters were from-the return address said &quot;The Hunk&quot;. many times the envelopes were addressed in crayon, and along with the closed latter were usually drawings of cat and dog, stick figures of him and Mom, and if I had been home the weekend before, of me racing around town with friends and using the house as a pit stop. He also had his mountain scene and the heart-encased inscription, Dad-n-Angie K.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The mail was delivered every day right before lunch, so I&#39;d have his letters with me when I went to the cafeteria. I realised it was useless to hide them because my roommate was a high school friend who knew about his napkins. Soon it became the Friday afternoon ritual. I would read the letter, and the drawing and envelope would be passed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was during this time that Dad became stricken with cancer. When the letter didn&#39;t come on Friday, I knew that he had been sick and wasn&#39;t able to write. Dad used to get up at 4:00 a.m. So he could site in a quiet house and do his letters. If his Friday delivery, the letters would usually come a day or two days later. But they always came. My friends used to call him &quot;Coolest Dad in the Universe.&quot; And one day they send him a card bestowing that title, signed by all of them. I believe he taught all of us about a father&#39;s love. I would not surprise id my friends started to send napkins to their children. He left an impression that would stay with them and inspire them to give their own children their expression of their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Throughout my four years of college, the letters and phone calls come on regular intervals. But then the time came when I decided to go home and be with him because he was growing sicker and be with him together was limited. Those were the hardest days to go through. To watch this man, who always act so young, age past his years. In the end, he didn&#39;t recognise who I was and would call me the name of a relative he hadn&#39;t seen in many years. Even though I knew it was due to his illness, it still hurt that he couldn&#39;t remember my name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was alone with him in his hospital room a couple of days before he died. We held hands and watched TV. As I was getting ready to leave, he said, &quot;Angie?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yes, Dad?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I LOVE YOU.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I LOVE YOU TOO, Dad.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/feeds/746985526838835627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/2020/10/closet-dad-in-universe-was-50-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/850441990420378681/posts/default/746985526838835627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/850441990420378681/posts/default/746985526838835627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/2020/10/closet-dad-in-universe-was-50-year-old.html' title='THE  CLOSET   DAD IN THE UNIVERSE'/><author><name>ufaq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424790757996193759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYieC4tB03Wwa1S1mUmKTWmREVEraIXQrQGMzSlF131-4IUOwoU-D38WOV-ze6Z9gxKXTE7C5Erti7VZMgfE_RZ6hAX0zVBJrVeURTxDeAusRC6Q2ui8L0aS6urWQ8A/s220/1701e03da23f94876b234f8025c86170.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75zJ7q9hbAJ6m7LVulhWb2PJlMv61fSIVIE_vsNoStzVteQvqTD3DZIn4g81_GNedz7bp88PrP0vvngB_kek7E3_IjIy_o4FRWFZfgX6_vb_VsNlPEbVZBTPCaY0OWY0KZ97cdp91Gl2c/s72-w640-h427-c/father.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850441990420378681.post-4838419367305495538</id><published>2020-08-04T15:46:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2020-08-04T16:46:35.558+05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hello this is short story house, Stories with some moral.&amp;nbsp; these are cute and heart touching stories.&lt;/font&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/feeds/4838419367305495538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/2020/08/about-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/850441990420378681/posts/default/4838419367305495538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/850441990420378681/posts/default/4838419367305495538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/2020/08/about-us.html' title='About Us'/><author><name>ufaq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424790757996193759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYieC4tB03Wwa1S1mUmKTWmREVEraIXQrQGMzSlF131-4IUOwoU-D38WOV-ze6Z9gxKXTE7C5Erti7VZMgfE_RZ6hAX0zVBJrVeURTxDeAusRC6Q2ui8L0aS6urWQ8A/s220/1701e03da23f94876b234f8025c86170.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850441990420378681.post-1525259866062860905</id><published>2020-08-04T15:40:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2020-08-04T15:40:48.013+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terms And Condensations </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terms and Conditions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;

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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;You care about others when you are &quot;Emotionally&amp;nbsp;stable&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A few years ago at the Seattle&amp;nbsp;Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disable, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash. At the gun they all start out, not exactly in a dash, but with the relish to race to the finish and win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;All, that is, exception one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of time, and began to&amp;nbsp;cry paused. The other eight heard the boy cry. they slowed down and paused. Then they all turned&amp;nbsp;around and went back. Every one of them. &quot;One girl with Down&#39;s syndrome bent down and kiss him and said, This will make it better.&quot; Then all nine linked arms and walked together&amp;nbsp;to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for 10 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whoever Finds This, I Love You!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;once a quite street in the city the city a little old man walked along shuffling through the autumn afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And the autumn leaves remained&amp;nbsp;him of other summers come and gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He had a long lonely night ahead, waiting&amp;nbsp;for June.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;then among the leaves near an orphan&#39;s home a piece of paper caught his eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;As he read the childish writing the old man began to cry Cause the words burned inside&amp;nbsp;him like a brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Whoever find this, I love you, whoever find this, I need you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I ain&#39;t even got no one to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;so whoever&amp;nbsp;find this, I love you!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The old man&#39;s eyes searching the orphan&#39;s home and came to rest upon a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;with her nose pressed up against&amp;nbsp;the window pane. And the old man knew he found a friend at last, so he waved to her and smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And they both knew&amp;nbsp;they&#39;d spend the winter laughing&amp;nbsp;at the rain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;And they did spend the winter&amp;nbsp;laughing at the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;talking through&amp;nbsp;the fence and exchanging little gifts they had made for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;the old man would carve toys for the little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;she would draw picture for him of beautiful ladies surrounded by green trees and sunshine, and they laugh a lot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;But the one first&amp;nbsp;day of June&amp;nbsp;the little girl ran to the fence&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;To show the old man a picture she drew, but he was&#39;t there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And somehow the little girl knew&amp;nbsp;he was&#39;t coming back so she went to her room, took a crayon and paper and wrote....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Whoever finds this, I love you, Whoever find this, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I ain&#39;t even got one to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Author&amp;nbsp;and lecturer Leo&amp;nbsp;Buscaglia once talking about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year-old child whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentlemen who had recently lost his&amp;nbsp;wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old entailment&#39;s&amp;nbsp;yard, climb onto his lab and just sat there. When his mother&amp;nbsp;asked him what he had said to neighbor&amp;nbsp;, the little boy said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Nothing, I just help him cry.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;The Little Boy And The Old Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;A men growing old become&amp;nbsp;a child&amp;nbsp;again.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Said the little boy, &quot;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;i drop my spoon.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Said the little&amp;nbsp;old man, &quot;I do that too.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The little boy whispered,&quot;I wet my pants.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I do that too, &quot;laughed the old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Said the little boy, &quot;I often cry&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The old man nodded. &quot; so do i.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;But worst of all,&quot; said the boy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;It seems growing-ups d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;on&#39;t pay attention&amp;nbsp;to me&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;I know what&amp;nbsp;you mean, said the little old man.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/feeds/2605042927019793130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/2019/11/the-little-boy-and-old-man-men-growing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/850441990420378681/posts/default/2605042927019793130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/850441990420378681/posts/default/2605042927019793130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://mystoriesbelog.blogspot.com/2019/11/the-little-boy-and-old-man-men-growing.html' title='The Little Boy &amp; The Old Men'/><author><name>ufaq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424790757996193759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYieC4tB03Wwa1S1mUmKTWmREVEraIXQrQGMzSlF131-4IUOwoU-D38WOV-ze6Z9gxKXTE7C5Erti7VZMgfE_RZ6hAX0zVBJrVeURTxDeAusRC6Q2ui8L0aS6urWQ8A/s220/1701e03da23f94876b234f8025c86170.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWsm9VQbqkLsCA_4DPNxKX1kFee4YQniQ3vu1MvucJPmNpeTc63I4PuaDOgvrUy7QXVkTVFIuBqithOBqVli0gaMOOshbk2zaAlJLg9ICSsK7bn2FUZBc4xVG9YxIiaiK34Odvak8N3hyphenhyphen/s72-c/d1wdbz7-eb6b34a9-1547-4da8-b427-6857cc0d7039.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-850441990420378681.post-5600647942314099618</id><published>2019-11-03T07:35:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2020-08-04T10:38:01.127+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="FAV"/><title type='text'>GOD&#39;s JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;God&#39;s Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The answer is given by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times, &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;an eight year old boy,&amp;nbsp; which has been assigned by&amp;nbsp; his class teacher &quot;EXPLAIN THE GOD.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;One of the God&#39;s main job is making people.He makes these to put in the place of the ones who&amp;nbsp;die so&amp;nbsp;there will be enough people to take care of things here on earth. He doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;make grownup, he just make babies. I think they are smaller and easier&amp;nbsp;to make. That way he doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have to take up his valuable time in teaching them walk and talk. He can just leave up the mother and father. I think it work out pretty good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; God second most important&amp;nbsp;job is&amp;nbsp; listening to prayers. An awful lots of this goes&amp;nbsp;on , cause some people, like preaching and things, pray other time besides&amp;nbsp;bedtime, and Grandpa and Grandma pray every time they eat, except for snacks. God dose not have time to listen radio&amp;nbsp; or watch TV&amp;nbsp; on account of this. Cause god hearse&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;there must be terrible lot for noise in his ears unless he has thought of a way to turn in down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;times&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; God sees and hear everything and is everywhere, which keeps him pretty busy. So you shouldn&#39;t go wasting his time asking that aren&#39;t important or go over parents&amp;nbsp;head and ask for something they said you couldn&#39;t have. It doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;work anyway .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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