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		<title>Instruments Of Hell &amp; Heaven</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 15:31:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gary</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hate the Vuvuzela!!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2 style="text-align: center;">I hate the Vuvuzela!!</h2>
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		<title>Ten Types of Coworkers No One Would Miss</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 18:35:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gary</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My favorite on this list would have to be Mary Megaphone. The person who talks so loud you can&#8217;t concentrate and do your job. I&#8217;m retired now, so don&#8217;t have to deal with these rude people any longer. Well maybe I do. We were in a fast-food restaurant yesterday and could hear this woman planning [...]]]></description>
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<h3>My favorite on this list would have to be Mary Megaphone. The person who talks so loud you can&#8217;t concentrate and do your job.</h3>
<h3>I&#8217;m retired now, so don&#8217;t have to deal with these rude people any longer. Well maybe I do. We were in a fast-food restaurant yesterday and could hear this woman planning a wedding reception on her cell phone. It seems they will rent one of those BBQ&#8217;s that you hook to the back of a pickup truck so they can cook for fifty guests. She was sitting way across the restaurant.</h3>
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		<title>Five Lesson On How To Treat People</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 07:06:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gary</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A friend in Europe sent this to me this morning. It is definitely worth sharing. Five Lessons About The Way We Treat People First Important Lesson &#8211; Cleaning Lady. During my second month of college, our professor Gave us a pop quiz I was a conscientious student And had breezed through the questions until I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>A friend in Europe sent this to me this morning. It is definitely worth sharing.</h3>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Five Lessons About The Way We Treat People</strong></p>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong>First Important Lesson &#8211; Cleaning Lady.</strong></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">During my second month of college, our professor</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Gave us a pop quiz I was a conscientious student</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">And had breezed through the questions until I read</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The last one:</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Cleaning woman several times. She was tall,</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Dark-haired and in her 50’s, but how would I know her name?</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">I handed in my paper, leaving the last question</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The last question would count toward our quiz grade.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“Absolutely, “ said the professor. “In your careers,</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">You will meet many people.  All are significant.. They</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Deserve your attention and care, even if all you do</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Is smile and say “hello.”</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">I’ve never forgotten that lesson.. I also learned her</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Name was Dorothy.</h3>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong>Second Important Lesson &#8211; Pickup in the Rain</strong></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">One night, at 11:30 P.M., an older African American</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Trying to endure a lashing rain storm.. Her car had</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Broken down and she desperately needed a ride.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">A young white man stopped to help her, generally</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960’s. The man</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Took her to safety, helped her get assistance and</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Put her into a taxicab.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Special note was attached.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">It read:</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The other night. The rain drenched not only my</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Clothes, but also my spirits.  Then you came along.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Husband’s’ bedside just before he passed away&#8230; God</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Others.”</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Sincerely,</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Nat King Cole.</h3>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong>Third Important Lesson &#8211; Always remember those Who serve.</strong></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">A 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Front of him.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Studied the coins in it.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">By now more people were waiting for a table and the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Waitress was growing impatient.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The little boy again counted his coins.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">“I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">The table and walked away The boy finished the ice</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Cream, paid the cashier and left..  When the waitress</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Table.  There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Were two nickels and five pennies.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">You see, he couldn’t  have the sundae, because he had</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">To have enough left to leave her a tip.</h3>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong>Fourth Important Lesson. &#8211; The obstacle in Our Path.</strong></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Roadway.  Then he hid himself and watched to see if</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Anyone would remove the huge rock.  Some of the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">King’s’ wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">And simply walked around it.  Many loudly blamed the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Anything about getting the stone out of the way.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Then a peasant came along carrying a load of</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Vegetables.  Upon approaching the boulder, the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">stone to the side of the road.  After much pushing</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">and straining, he finally succeeded. After the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">a purse lying in the road where the boulder had</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">from the King indicating that the gold was for the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">person who removed the boulder from the roadway.  The</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">peasant learned what many of us never understand!</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">our condition.</h3>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong>Fifth Important Lesson &#8211; Giving When it Counts.</strong></h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease.  Her only</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">chance of recovery appeared to be a blood</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">miraculously survived the same disease and had</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">developed the antibodies needed to combat the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">illness.  The doctor explained the situation to her</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">little brother, and asked the little boy if he would</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">be willing to give his blood to his sister.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">deep breath and saying, “Yes I’ll do it if it will save</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">her.”  As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">the color returning to her cheek. Then his face</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">grew pale and his smile faded.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">He looked up at the doctor and asked with a</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away”.</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">sister all of his blood in order to save her.</h3>
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