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		<title>By: Darla</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 15:09:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&quot;I feel puny, weak, fragile, and faint of heart.&quot; My heart embraces yours, dear brave soul (as CPE would address you, and I love this recognition of our gentle steps onward in life). May you feel no shame or burden in sharing your Self. (((bighug)))]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I feel puny, weak, fragile, and faint of heart.&#8221; My heart embraces yours, dear brave soul (as CPE would address you, and I love this recognition of our gentle steps onward in life). May you feel no shame or burden in sharing your Self. (((bighug)))</p>
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		<title>By: Vicki Lane</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Vicki Lane]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 02:56:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh dear -- I missed this post till now. And how glad I am to see that&#039;s things have improved. What a scary time.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh dear &#8212; I missed this post till now. And how glad I am to see that&#8217;s things have improved. What a scary time.</p>
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		<title>By: Ginger</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 02:07:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Beth.
Real is better.  Real is best.  Thank you.  
Ginger
PS I have missed your writing, and it is good to read your words.  They are rich and true.  Your true self is valuable to many.  Thanks so much for not hiding forever.  Praying for light and hope.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Beth.<br />
Real is better.  Real is best.  Thank you.<br />
Ginger<br />
PS I have missed your writing, and it is good to read your words.  They are rich and true.  Your true self is valuable to many.  Thanks so much for not hiding forever.  Praying for light and hope.</p>
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		<title>By: Jes</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jes]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 17:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My love and thoughts and good wishes sent your way.  In the same way that writing about adversity is hard, responding to it is difficult as well--other than the trite answers.  I&#039;m overjoyed to hear that Tom is ok (was terrified this post was going in another direction), but I can&#039;t imagine the emotions you all have been going through.  So, love and peace and love to you.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My love and thoughts and good wishes sent your way.  In the same way that writing about adversity is hard, responding to it is difficult as well&#8211;other than the trite answers.  I&#8217;m overjoyed to hear that Tom is ok (was terrified this post was going in another direction), but I can&#8217;t imagine the emotions you all have been going through.  So, love and peace and love to you.</p>
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		<title>By: Debi</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Debi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 01:46:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Like Southern Lady said, you write beautifully. The whole time I was reading that I was brokenhearted that you are having such a hard time but I couldn&#039;t help thinking, wow, look at her writing! It&#039;s beautiful. Just like you. Please don&#039;t be afraid to share your feelings and to share when things are not good. Good friends will always be good friends and anyone who doesn&#039;t like you because you&#039;re human is not a good friend!  I know what you mean though, because I hesitate to tell all the dirt when I&#039;m writing a story for my blog. I worry too much what others will think of me. But we have to find the strength and the courage to be ourselves. We don&#039;t want those other people who wouldn&#039;t like us if they knew our troubles, do we? No! What do we care about people like that? We all have shoulders so our friends can lean on them.

&quot;A joy shared is twice a joy, but a sorrow shared is half a sorrow.&quot;--Unknown.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Like Southern Lady said, you write beautifully. The whole time I was reading that I was brokenhearted that you are having such a hard time but I couldn&#8217;t help thinking, wow, look at her writing! It&#8217;s beautiful. Just like you. Please don&#8217;t be afraid to share your feelings and to share when things are not good. Good friends will always be good friends and anyone who doesn&#8217;t like you because you&#8217;re human is not a good friend!  I know what you mean though, because I hesitate to tell all the dirt when I&#8217;m writing a story for my blog. I worry too much what others will think of me. But we have to find the strength and the courage to be ourselves. We don&#8217;t want those other people who wouldn&#8217;t like us if they knew our troubles, do we? No! What do we care about people like that? We all have shoulders so our friends can lean on them.</p>
<p>&#8220;A joy shared is twice a joy, but a sorrow shared is half a sorrow.&#8221;&#8211;Unknown.</p>
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		<title>By: Clara Melvin</title>
		<link>http://blueridgebluecollargirl.wordpress.com/2011/06/15/here-i-am/#comment-4140</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Clara Melvin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Beth, It&#039;s good to see a post from you but I&#039;m sorry you are having a rough time,   But, you know what....if we never go through the valley&#039;s we don&#039;t know what it&#039;s like when we are on top of the mountain.   I&#039;ve had more valley&#039;s that I could tell you about.  But the light at the end of the tunnel is always brighter and more welcome than the time before.   You were talking about your husband and the Transiet Global Amnesia.   I didn&#039;t click on that and read it, but I&#039;m going to.  That happened to my sister about a year ago.  She took her little grandson to school one morning and she couldn&#039;t remember driving home.  When she did get home, she started saying strange things to her husband and he took her to the hospital  and had all kinds of tests run.   By the time she got to the hospital she was fine.  She could remember everyone&#039;s birthday and how long she had been married and everything like that.....she just couldn&#039;t remember what happened that morning.  The Dr&#039;s never gave her a dignosis and she&#039;s never done it again.   Scary indeed.  Anyway Beth,  I pray it won&#039;t be long until you are on top of the mountain again...and no one thinks less of you when you are in a fetal position.  It happens .... Love , Clara]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Beth, It&#8217;s good to see a post from you but I&#8217;m sorry you are having a rough time,   But, you know what&#8230;.if we never go through the valley&#8217;s we don&#8217;t know what it&#8217;s like when we are on top of the mountain.   I&#8217;ve had more valley&#8217;s that I could tell you about.  But the light at the end of the tunnel is always brighter and more welcome than the time before.   You were talking about your husband and the Transiet Global Amnesia.   I didn&#8217;t click on that and read it, but I&#8217;m going to.  That happened to my sister about a year ago.  She took her little grandson to school one morning and she couldn&#8217;t remember driving home.  When she did get home, she started saying strange things to her husband and he took her to the hospital  and had all kinds of tests run.   By the time she got to the hospital she was fine.  She could remember everyone&#8217;s birthday and how long she had been married and everything like that&#8230;..she just couldn&#8217;t remember what happened that morning.  The Dr&#8217;s never gave her a dignosis and she&#8217;s never done it again.   Scary indeed.  Anyway Beth,  I pray it won&#8217;t be long until you are on top of the mountain again&#8230;and no one thinks less of you when you are in a fetal position.  It happens &#8230;. Love , Clara</p>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 19:04:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I would echo all that has been said.  You have wonderful friends and they love you.  I truly admire your ability to write your fears.  No one thinks less of you for it, you are conserving your energy in the fetal position perhaps.  Holding you and yours in my heart with hopes for better days.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would echo all that has been said.  You have wonderful friends and they love you.  I truly admire your ability to write your fears.  No one thinks less of you for it, you are conserving your energy in the fetal position perhaps.  Holding you and yours in my heart with hopes for better days.</p>
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		<title>By: eemilla</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 00:58:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m sending you love; I hope that things get better soon because you certainly deserve it.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sending you love; I hope that things get better soon because you certainly deserve it.</p>
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		<title>By: Rider</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 03:35:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You quote Nietzsche: &quot;What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.&quot;  Then you refute him:  &quot;I feel puny, weak, fragile, and faint of heart.&quot;   

Of course you feel that way, Ms. Blue.  So did the Biblical Job.  

Job was a Nietzschean.  &quot;Test my faith and my will,&quot; he said.  &quot;They are steel.  The more you test them, the harder and stronger they become.&quot;  Job spoke truthfully.  The more puny, weak, fragile, and faint of heart he felt, the harder and stronger his faith and will became.  

*****

After reading your blog these many months, Ms. Blue, I know that, deep down, you&#039;re like Job.  I know that, someday after all this, you&#039;ll say:  

&quot;What does not destroy me strengthens my faith and my will.&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You quote Nietzsche: &#8220;What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.&#8221;  Then you refute him:  &#8220;I feel puny, weak, fragile, and faint of heart.&#8221;   </p>
<p>Of course you feel that way, Ms. Blue.  So did the Biblical Job.  </p>
<p>Job was a Nietzschean.  &#8220;Test my faith and my will,&#8221; he said.  &#8220;They are steel.  The more you test them, the harder and stronger they become.&#8221;  Job spoke truthfully.  The more puny, weak, fragile, and faint of heart he felt, the harder and stronger his faith and will became.  </p>
<p>*****</p>
<p>After reading your blog these many months, Ms. Blue, I know that, deep down, you&#8217;re like Job.  I know that, someday after all this, you&#8217;ll say:  </p>
<p>&#8220;What does not destroy me strengthens my faith and my will.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: wesley</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 23:20:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sent you a private email but I wanted to say here: read what Ariel wrote, above. Then read it again. And again. And again.

And know you are loved.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sent you a private email but I wanted to say here: read what Ariel wrote, above. Then read it again. And again. And again.</p>
<p>And know you are loved.</p>
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