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and what comment exactly would that be?

thanks...uh, yeah, like inkkedbutterflys said, it's auto-charge (for those of us who can't bother with those pestering bills...)

*clings* dont leave!

fermez-et baisez-moi oh and u do look pretty hot w/o the glasses

[Edited on Jun 29, 2004 7:50PM]

aww, thanks!

No no that wasn't why I talked to you ..silly!

Indeed. A great pic

helping others does make a person feel good. i use to be a part of food not bombs when i was living in cali. i met a lot of kewl homeless people who had stories to tell that i will never forget. My husband and i also started a local ARA group ( anti racist action) . I have a feeling that the group is no longer around since we moved.
As for people that I look up to, it's not really for their kindness it's more for what they did. I look up to Bobby Sands and the rest of the 1981 Irish Hunger Strikers. Part of it is for what they did but another part has to do with my husband being related to 3 of them. They died for what they believed in and for the freedom of their country, it's hard not too look up to somebody like that.
i had to edit this cause i was doing some more thinking about your journal entry and it made me think of something . u spoke of people u admire for their acts of kindness. i gave it some thought and the one person who came to my mind was my birthmother. she did one of the hardest acts of kindness that a mother could do by giving me up for adoption so i could have a better life . one that she couldn't provide for me since she was very young . for many mothers who have to go through this it;s more then just hard. u are giving up a piece of u and your life to strangers. not only do i look at it as an act of kindness i look at it as an act of love.




[Edited on Jun 23, 2004 2:02PM]

hello to you too!! *waves*

It's odd how an action or a place or even the suggestion of either can be so closely tied with another person. A while back I was in a grocery store at 3am and I got a little teary when I realized that a while back I was there every week with the Italian Girl at that time. And, you're right, it's rarely about wanting to go back; more about a moment of human weakness.

Nothing like a walk to clear out the randomness in the neurons.

I tend not to rank those good feelings, but making a girl laugh is certainly up there. And when she reaches out to grab your shoulder because she's laughing so hard she can't breathe? Yeah.