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	<title>Comments on: Don&#8217;t say I didn&#8217;t warn you</title>
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		<title>By: Deirdre</title>
		<link>http://mylevelofawareness.com/2006/09/26/dont-say-i-didnt-warn-you/comment-page-1/#comment-69787</link>
		<dc:creator>Deirdre</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 02:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>and if no one cared, they wouldn&#039;t go back and read your back history.  which is what I&#039;m doing tonight.  enjoying your story. Enjoying your life.
hugs,
Emma</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>and if no one cared, they wouldn&#8217;t go back and read your back history.  which is what I&#8217;m doing tonight.  enjoying your story. Enjoying your life.<br />
hugs,<br />
Emma</p>
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		<title>By: Kat</title>
		<link>http://mylevelofawareness.com/2006/09/26/dont-say-i-didnt-warn-you/comment-page-1/#comment-327</link>
		<dc:creator>Kat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Sep 2006 04:12:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If we only cared about our own personal lives, would we read each others&#039; blogs?  And for that matter, wha would be the purpose of blogging?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If we only cared about our own personal lives, would we read each others&#8217; blogs?  And for that matter, wha would be the purpose of blogging?</p>
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		<title>By: Sheila</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sheila</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 21:59:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the stories, both the good and bad ones. It could be the story telling aspect of it, or just getting to know people. I like to hear how my coworker\&#039;s daughter is walking, talking and becoming her own little person, because I knew her before there was a her. I think people do care about each other mostly. Just sometimes it seems the people that want you to prop them up, and help them through the crisis they created are the same people who can\&#039;t be bothered when you need a shoulder. I pity them really, because there is joy in being there for others they will never know.

It seems a small thing, but my mom said that after a funeral, people will check the sign in book, to see who came, who really cared. Who loves them enough to say, \&quot;i\&#039;m sorry you are hurting right now.\&quot; And if we can\&#039;t do that little thing, its like you said about chivalry, we are just rolling around in the mud.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the stories, both the good and bad ones. It could be the story telling aspect of it, or just getting to know people. I like to hear how my coworker\&#8217;s daughter is walking, talking and becoming her own little person, because I knew her before there was a her. I think people do care about each other mostly. Just sometimes it seems the people that want you to prop them up, and help them through the crisis they created are the same people who can\&#8217;t be bothered when you need a shoulder. I pity them really, because there is joy in being there for others they will never know.</p>
<p>It seems a small thing, but my mom said that after a funeral, people will check the sign in book, to see who came, who really cared. Who loves them enough to say, \&#8221;i\&#8217;m sorry you are hurting right now.\&#8221; And if we can\&#8217;t do that little thing, its like you said about chivalry, we are just rolling around in the mud.</p>
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