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					  <title><![CDATA[I Cried Because I Have No New Shoes Until I Found a Man Without Feet]]></title>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><font face="Arial">05/16/08<br/><br/>I was exiting a store this morning, when a woman approached me and asked a stick of cigarette. I told her I don&#8217;t have any, besides I only smoke when I hit the rock bottom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </span>She told me she was very hungry. I said, &#8220;If you are, why are you asking for a cigarette instead of food&#8221;. She said, &#8220;It is easier for people to give cigarette than give food.&#8221; I normally don&#8217;t trust stranger because of my training in crime prevention, but somehow, I thought what if she really is. I invited her to the restaurant across the street and ordered her breakfast. I watched her eat like she never eats for a long time. I asked her if she got kids, she said, she got 3 left on her friend&#8217;s house. I ordered take home for the kids as well. When she is done, she grabbed my hand, and kissed it, I was taken aback. She asked my name and said&#8217; &#8220;Thank You.&#8221; I told her, &#8220;I am one of those nameless faces you meet everyday.&#8221; I saw her cried. I told her goodbye and take care and patted her shoulder. I went to my car, I turned back and she was still there looking at me, still staring at me until I am gone out of the parking lot.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><font face="Arial">While driving, I feel there is something building up in my chest, and I started crying. I came from a third world where food is scarce and I am lucky because my family has enough, but to see somebody starving here struck me. While we are the one that make or unmake our lives, I am not prejudice to judge her sufferings and the sufferings of millions like her in the world. She mirrors to me the reality of life&#8230;IT IS NEVER BEEN FAIR. All of a sudden I was embarrassed because I complained so much to God why He took away some people I love dearly, spent long hours praying asking for answers. I feel guilty because I have all the basic things I need to live, which are denied to the many. That woman is a reflection of my greed, greed to seek the happiness that I thought was denied to me. I suddenly woke up and realized that the pains I have been carrying are not necessary. And there goes the saying: &#8220;I CRIED BECAUSE I HAVE NO SHOES, UNTIL ONE DAY I FOUND A MAN WITHOUT FEET.&#8221; and yet he is happy. Thanks for that nameless woman; she is just very ordinary, however, she did extra ordinary things for me.<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>]]></description>
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					  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 00:00:00 EDT</pubDate>
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					  <title><![CDATA[Miracle By Chance]]></title>
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<p align="center"><font face="Arial" size="2">&copy; Jeannette Gardner (December, 2007)<b></b></font></p><font face="Arial" size="2"><b><font face="Arial">
<p>This is a "true story" about how I met my boyfriend (now spouse) on a dating site on the Internet.</p></font><font face="Arial" size="2"><b><u>
<p>15 YEARS AGO</p></u></b><u><p>: </p></u></font><font face="Arial" size="3">
<p>I used to hang out at a country bar called the "Club Palomino". I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called "Cheyenne", who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the "hots" for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I&#8217;ve always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the "Club Palomino". I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a short blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife. </p>
<p>After seeing them playing there for a long time, the "Club Palomino" closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn&#8217;t you know it a huge townhouse sub-division was put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, "Cheyenne".</p>
<p>When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach "Cheyenne"; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the future. But I didn&#8217;t have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.</p></font><b><u><font face="Arial" size="2">
<p>15 YEARS LATER</p></font></u></b><font face="Arial" size="2"><p>:</p></font>
<p>As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I starting going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn&#8217;t crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site. Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn&#8217;t find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night. After getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile. From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could. </p>
<p>And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow&#8230;we also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the "Club Palomino". He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn&#8217;t sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, "yeah right" to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Low and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen, "CHEYENNE" "CLUB PALOMINO". I freaked! I couldn&#8217;t believe it! It was him in the picture with "Cheyenne". The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!</p>
<p>After about 3 weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer & exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother&#8217;s place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother&#8217;s apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and start laughing, and laughing like crazy, and couldn&#8217;t stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn&#8217;t mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven! </p>
<p>We dated for about 2 years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo and have been living together for 2 &frac12; years now. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined of all things! What a coincidence that was! In March of 2008, it will be 5 years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!</p>
<p>He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band "Cheyenne" played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other&#8217;s at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another&#8217;s paths some 15 years ago - and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!</p>
<p>And by the way, that short blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted 8 years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I should have approached him and told him "she was bad news". It&#8217;s funny how life is &#8211; it just wasn&#8217;t meant to be back then. Fate brought us together. We met our "soul mates"! </p></b></font><font face="Arial">
<p>Thanks to the net, we found our true love! <br/><br/>Jeannette and Rick</p></font>]]></description>
					  <author>no@spam.com (Jeannette Gardner)</author>
					  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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