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<title>Ever wonder...?</title>
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            &lt;div class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Ever wonder.....? &lt;br /&gt;
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            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;When does one know when to let go of a memory? Is it a learned skill? Or does it just fade away like a dream you try to, but just can't, remember? I held a 1 week old baby today and I wondered, &amp;quot;Who held me when I was just that old?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Who oogled over me to my mother when she brought me in public places?&amp;quot; Though impossible to remember, it's worth thinking about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;People you meet today or even tomorrow, will be remembered by us in their past, as we know them now. It's automatic that we've known them as they are right now as they were all their life! Take for instance, a beautiful, successful person&amp;nbsp;you meet today and learn that&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;entire upbringing&amp;nbsp;days were lonley and torturous. Even homely and poversed.&amp;nbsp;You don't believe them. Do you? Like the baby I held today, I'll remember her twenty years from now as the baby I held twenty years ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;On the reverse side to that..Faded pictures of ancestors, sitting proudly as they look back at you from cracked images, seem to us as though they remember 'us' as we are 'now'. Though impossible, we still think of it that way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Good memories, we of course cling to. However, there are different versions of them as time goes by. We talk about them when the opportunity arises, yet each time there's a little more to the story. Is this because we feel we may forget and if we add to it a 'fresh' portion, it'll make it last that much longer? Yes, there are christmases, loves, childhood even pet memories that we all share. But, what about bad memories and times? Who gets to let go of those? Should we? Sould we hang on to them for learning purposes? If so, why can't we let them fade away if and when we've learned from them or even taught other's...and try and NOT save them as we would a good story we add to over time? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It makes me wonder which has the stronger hold...a good &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1216773953_2&quot;&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;, even if we have to add to it...or a bad one that jumps into your mind at any given moment while you secretly&amp;nbsp;agonize&amp;nbsp;for a chance to relive and reverse it..or, like being held as an infant, are never, ever remembered or even spoken of at all? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Is it all chalked up to innocence, experience or ability? Maybe it's all of them. P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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<title>Contagious...?</title>
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            &lt;div class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;Contagious...? &lt;br /&gt;
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            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;Does a simple smile really affect another person's day? Can a few simple words turn an otherwise miserable situation in a lighter direction? When would such gestures be appropriate? I say...ALWAYS! Although it may seem to some 'easier said than done', I believe that this applies to ones self most of all! You can make it happen....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;A short while ago at work when there was no reason whatsoever to be laughing, I was! The environment wasn't hectic persay, just tense. In my mind I brought myself to a place where no one else was and&amp;nbsp;enjoyed every minute of it! I had someone ask me; &amp;quot;Why are you laughing?&amp;quot; I simply replied; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, I can&amp;nbsp;be one of three things..&amp;nbsp;..I can be happy, miserable or nothing at all. I choose the fore-mentioned!&amp;quot; With that, she paused for a split second and then smiled herself. From that point on every time I saw her that day, she gleaned a smile back at me! She took my comment at face value, and understood that she too can do the same. All from a simple smile and a few simple words.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;Of course I've had and have problem's. Why,&amp;nbsp;those who&amp;nbsp;know me best would tell you that&amp;nbsp;I would have ample cause to&amp;nbsp;just end it all at times. That I've literally&amp;nbsp;walked on the bottom of&amp;nbsp;hell's ocean and there were times when I simply did not want to be 'cheered up'.&amp;nbsp;But, I made it through with simple gestures&amp;nbsp;from others.&amp;nbsp;Just because I don't 'show' tough times, doesn't mean that I don't have them. Yet no one knows that..I won't let them. People who don't know&amp;nbsp;me at all offer up good sensation's unknowing, of course, of any dread I may be feeling when they do. However, that simplicity helps me. I believe it helps us all!&amp;nbsp;Simple smiles and gestures are like money. Even when you just don't have it, you always manage to find&amp;nbsp;a little spare change somehow, somewhere and are able to move on, maybe even give a little to someone in need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
            &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;When situations are tough, it's OK to&amp;nbsp;go back to those times and melt into them. It's OK to laugh at yourself! It makes&amp;nbsp;other's&amp;nbsp;as well laugh with you even if they don't know why! Enjoy it because it really is OK to find some spark of 'happy' in any situation! Back to memories in another post..these are the good ones!&amp;nbsp;So, 'smile and the world smiles with you'? Yeah, I think it does. P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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