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		By: Susan Drews		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[My father made it into his early Eighties.  We were living in the same town, my life journey&#039;s took me away for years, moving a lot.  Two very special things happened that shifted the relationship between dad and me.  First, on my land, we worked together to clear an old fence so a new fence could be built.  Growing up dad didn&#039;t talk about his Navy service life, until, I asked him what was it like to be in the Navy.  One question that opened a flood gate.  He was pleased to answer this question, over and over and over again.  His experiences were interesting and I quickly realized I had given him the gift he needed, a chance to talk and share his memories.

In 2006 I signed a contract to have a new house built in another town.  Now, for three months, I was homeless.  With my possessions in storage I asked dad if I could live with him while my house is being built.  Mother had passed away a few years before.  He was happy to have company.  I was preoccupied with work, staying on the computer for hours each day.  He would appear, standing in the doorway, looking at me and grinning, shrug his shoulders meaning &quot;I want to tell you a story so can I come in?&quot;  I always listened even though the same stories had been repeated hundreds of times.  I saw the joy in his eyes the satisfaction in his voice all because I listed to him.  It was plain to see he felt good talking about the high points of his Navy life.  To share how he felt fighting in a war.  The up and down, good and bad that life brings to a person.  

I learned a valuable lesson in those three months.  Listening is a gift.  Give this gift often, to everyone.  He died from cancer and other ailments in 2009.  I came to know him better, to forgive him for the things he did wrong in my life, to appreciate him, to love him more in those short three months I lived under his roof again.  We are more prone to be the tellers of our life stories, especially the funny stuff that makes people laugh, but the real gift, the one thing that will form a bond of friendship, is to be understanding and LISTEN.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My father made it into his early Eighties.  We were living in the same town, my life journey&#8217;s took me away for years, moving a lot.  Two very special things happened that shifted the relationship between dad and me.  First, on my land, we worked together to clear an old fence so a new fence could be built.  Growing up dad didn&#8217;t talk about his Navy service life, until, I asked him what was it like to be in the Navy.  One question that opened a flood gate.  He was pleased to answer this question, over and over and over again.  His experiences were interesting and I quickly realized I had given him the gift he needed, a chance to talk and share his memories.</p>
<p>In 2006 I signed a contract to have a new house built in another town.  Now, for three months, I was homeless.  With my possessions in storage I asked dad if I could live with him while my house is being built.  Mother had passed away a few years before.  He was happy to have company.  I was preoccupied with work, staying on the computer for hours each day.  He would appear, standing in the doorway, looking at me and grinning, shrug his shoulders meaning &#8220;I want to tell you a story so can I come in?&#8221;  I always listened even though the same stories had been repeated hundreds of times.  I saw the joy in his eyes the satisfaction in his voice all because I listed to him.  It was plain to see he felt good talking about the high points of his Navy life.  To share how he felt fighting in a war.  The up and down, good and bad that life brings to a person.  </p>
<p>I learned a valuable lesson in those three months.  Listening is a gift.  Give this gift often, to everyone.  He died from cancer and other ailments in 2009.  I came to know him better, to forgive him for the things he did wrong in my life, to appreciate him, to love him more in those short three months I lived under his roof again.  We are more prone to be the tellers of our life stories, especially the funny stuff that makes people laugh, but the real gift, the one thing that will form a bond of friendship, is to be understanding and LISTEN.</p>
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		By: Louis Cortez		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2017 00:45:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Funny, but I had a similar experience with this very song! Miss my DAD big time. So proud he is a WWII combat vet!!!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Funny, but I had a similar experience with this very song! Miss my DAD big time. So proud he is a WWII combat vet!!!</p>
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