<?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-5246780614204912585</id><updated>2024-11-05T18:42:42.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and Learning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookinblank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246780614204912585/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookinblank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Live and Learn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161907175470316264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8q0bCOQkPNrrKk2P9volKMZuh4mGOvX5gadyCuOuukcTPoEoKNJNEXgXvKTe6iubU4d4k0OFVry7ihHkAmbnuDinB0qSKuZvThVgjAFrAb35xTqhsFpms1gARnC6vg/s220/jghjfghfdghfsghdgjk.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246780614204912585.post-7552140955461375442</id><published>2012-02-15T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T15:39:42.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o melhor amigo, o melhor pedaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/AVvXsEiQh9iolXbmCsORkvH9PZovAMd31san3UZ6ZlfzED4hrUbdLWYvdPu35UolQ2MA3CzrltqehQVlJ4ihrW56XLh0m9t8s-4ynCy5fuvaqNn8t6XGpZfOYh6nAFWiSSi6wy-FHXRsSUmtkGs/s1600/FNCAI8J7YUCAWOFZJQCA53KFXZCAOEKO9JCAFA6P2DCASC98BACAA9WVR0CA0QZJ5OCA3RSYTECAA60J0ZCA8DUVGKCAGFM55XCAA3JTQ2CAIWNKTGCAV1JM4NCA4RCS90CAFE1EHDCAK70X07CA0RY0NW.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/AVvXsEiQh9iolXbmCsORkvH9PZovAMd31san3UZ6ZlfzED4hrUbdLWYvdPu35UolQ2MA3CzrltqehQVlJ4ihrW56XLh0m9t8s-4ynCy5fuvaqNn8t6XGpZfOYh6nAFWiSSi6wy-FHXRsSUmtkGs/s320/FNCAI8J7YUCAWOFZJQCA53KFXZCAOEKO9JCAFA6P2DCASC98BACAA9WVR0CA0QZJ5OCA3RSYTECAA60J0ZCA8DUVGKCAGFM55XCAA3JTQ2CAIWNKTGCAV1JM4NCA4RCS90CAFE1EHDCAK70X07CA0RY0NW.jpg&quot; width=&quot;317&quot; yda=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Jair andava pelas ruas da cidade, sempre com o seu fiel cão, um vira-lata, chamado “Malhado”. Apesar de ser um mendigo, ele não pedia dinheiro e aceitava sempre um pão, uma fruta, um pedaço de bolo ou um almoço com sobras de comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jair era conhecido como um homem bom, que perdeu a razão, os amigos e nem sabia mais quem era. Não tinha nenhum vício, estava sempre tranqüilo, mesmo quando não ganhava nenhuma comida, pois acreditava que Deus lhe daria um pouco na hora certa. E, realmente, sempre alguém lhe dava o que comer. Ele agradecia com muita humildade e pedia a Deus para abençoar aquela pessoa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jair e Malhado se conheceram na rua. Ele dividiu seu almoço com o cão, e, assim, ficaram amigos. Desde então, toda comida que o mendigo conseguia, dava primeiro ao cachorro, que, por sua vez, protegia seu dono.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como viviam na rua, não tinham lugar certo para dormir, onde anoiteciam, ali dormiam. Quando chovia, procuravam abrigo embaixo de algum viaduto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma vez, seu Josué, um pipoqueiro, de uma praça onde o mendigo costumava passar, começou a conversar com Jair e perguntou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Você vive vagando pelas ruas com seu cão... Você &lt;br /&gt;
não tem nenhum desejo na vida? &lt;br /&gt;
E, Jair respondeu: &lt;br /&gt;
- Tenho sim. Eu tenho muita vontade de comer um cachorro quente, daqueles que o seu Zezé vende ali na esquina. &lt;br /&gt;
O pipoqueiro, surpreso perguntou: &lt;br /&gt;
- Só isso? Só um simples cachorro quente? &lt;br /&gt;
E Jair confirmou: &lt;br /&gt;
- É, sim, este é o meu desejo do momento. &lt;br /&gt;
Seu Josué, então, saiu para comprar o sanduíche na carrocinha do amigo Zezé. Voltou e entregou o delicioso cachorro quente para o mendigo, que emocionado, não conseguia falar nada, somente sorria. Assim que pegou o sanduíche das mãos do pipoqueiro, Jair tirou a salsicha, deu para “Malhado” e comeu o pão com os temperos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu Josué, não entendeu a atitude de Jair, pois a salsicha era o melhor pedaço do cachorro- quente, e perguntou: &lt;br /&gt;
- Por que você deu para o cão, a salsicha, o melhor pedaço? &lt;br /&gt;
E Jair, saboreando o que restou do sanduíche, respondeu: &lt;br /&gt;
- Para o melhor amigo, o melhor pedaço! &lt;br /&gt;
Disse isso, e continuou comendo alegre e satisfeito. &lt;br /&gt;
Seu Josué não tinha mais o que falar. Se despediu de Jair, passou a mão na cabeça de “Malhado” e saiu pensando no que havia acontecido ali naquela praça.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jair, um simples mendigo, havia lhe mostrado o verdadeiro sentido de uma amizade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é bom ter amigos. Pessoas em quem podemos confiar... desabafar ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo é aquele que está do nosso lado sem nada pedir ou exigir, em qualquer momento da nossa vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo quando não temos ninguém ao nosso lado, ainda temos o melhor dos amigos que é JESUS CRISTO, a quem podemos confiar tudo e em todas as horas de nossa vida!﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookinblank.blogspot.com/feeds/7552140955461375442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookinblank.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-o-melhor-amigo-o-melhor-pedaco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246780614204912585/posts/default/7552140955461375442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246780614204912585/posts/default/7552140955461375442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookinblank.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-o-melhor-amigo-o-melhor-pedaco.html' title='Para o melhor amigo, o melhor pedaço'/><author><name>Live and Learn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13161907175470316264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8q0bCOQkPNrrKk2P9volKMZuh4mGOvX5gadyCuOuukcTPoEoKNJNEXgXvKTe6iubU4d4k0OFVry7ihHkAmbnuDinB0qSKuZvThVgjAFrAb35xTqhsFpms1gARnC6vg/s220/jghjfghfdghfsghdgjk.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQh9iolXbmCsORkvH9PZovAMd31san3UZ6ZlfzED4hrUbdLWYvdPu35UolQ2MA3CzrltqehQVlJ4ihrW56XLh0m9t8s-4ynCy5fuvaqNn8t6XGpZfOYh6nAFWiSSi6wy-FHXRsSUmtkGs/s72-c/FNCAI8J7YUCAWOFZJQCA53KFXZCAOEKO9JCAFA6P2DCASC98BACAA9WVR0CA0QZJ5OCA3RSYTECAA60J0ZCA8DUVGKCAGFM55XCAA3JTQ2CAIWNKTGCAV1JM4NCA4RCS90CAFE1EHDCAK70X07CA0RY0NW.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>