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Name: Nancy Birthday: 5/22/1982 Gender: Female
Interests: LAUGHING!! Jesus, Creative ideas, Hiking in the mountains, Backpacking, Snowboarding/ Snow Skiing, Beach, Smiling, Friends, Road Trips, Traveling, Gilmore Girls, Playing Sports, Coffee, Chai Tea, Music, Concerts... Expertise: Laughing...expertise? Occupation: Teacher
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Member Since:
12/16/2004
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| Today was first of many….
Today I was greeted with hugs and laughter when I enter the
classroom, what a great way to kick off the day!
Today I had some of my students turned in there best journal
entries.
Today was the first I got a “high” after my long run!!! Most importantly, I did not have an asthma
attack, nor did I get sick.
Colorado
thanks for showing me patience. I am
glad that I stuck it out… can’t to see where I am at in a few months!
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I felt like a piece of me died tonight. I don’t know about you but I HATE to loose…
otherwise, I feel that I am clam, cool, and collected. Within, the last year or so, I’ve gotten back
into running. I have hit my peaks and
valleys, but this round has hit me the worst!
In May, I moved to Colorado. Finally, I am in my element, I thought.
Right? Since the day I moved here I have
had difficult time breathing. I will
have to say this isn’t the first place I have lived where the air has bothered
me; Chiang Mai, Thailand was the first. The thing that really gets under my skin is I
love to be outside and to run outside; however that is when it hits me the
most.
Am I going to have to give in and put my running shoes aside
until I get my breathing under control?
I am not pushing myself hard enough? I HATE to loose.
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I lied in my bed, tossing and turning, sweat dripping down
my face. I shut my eyes tight, then
opened them. I looked at my watch and I
was no longer in my room. Red objects were flying over me, it seemed like there
were thousands of them. Where was
I? Who was with me? And what are these red objects? I became limp
and felt nothingness. Scared and frightened
I called out to my friend…. and nothing.
I was screaming their name. “Help”
I cried, but nothing, no response. Panicked,
worried, and left feeling numb to the core of my innermost being, I didn’t know
what to do. I cried out to my friend
again. Nothing, I have never felt so
alone. Soon, I gain my bearings and my senses
returned. I was able to gain
self-control and to check on my friend.
I do have to warn you.
This story threw me into disarray.
I want you to pretend that you are walking around in your
friend’s home. As you walk around, you
are surrounded by these red objects. You
try to swallow, but you can’t.
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| One the great things about baseball if your team looses you always have the chance of winning tomorrows game... that’s the thing about baseball… too bad that’s not the case in the game of life. Saturday night I was irresponsible. So I cut my hair and colored it darker to resemble change. I have learned sometimes you need help from the people who love you.
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Would
it make Jesus seem more real if we knew all of the endings? Would we
have more confidence in following Him if we knew it always worked out
great? Do we need a guarantee of success to risk instigating love and
gifts in others? Paul Kurtzweil | | |
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