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Jan.14.2012
     There are no words to say to someone when they lose all that they have. To say you are sorry for their loss, does not cover the true feeling within you. Actions speak far louder than words and it was actions that took over in a time of dire need for a classmate who lost his...
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Jan.09.2012
Nicholas,      This coming Monday you will, once again be put to sleep for a Renal scan to check on your kidney. You are only 6 and your medical file already dwarfs my own. This is the second time you will have gone through this, but this time it may show the need for the...
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Jan.08.2012
Dear Pain,      For seven years now, you and I have fought. I grit my teeth at you and I do my best to beat you on a daily basis. Finally, you have won the battle. In my running career I covered 14,300 miles. I raced everything from the mile to the Marathon, posting a mile best...
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Dec.30.2011
     Because the Mayan calendar ends on December 21, 2012, it has been assumed that the end of the world as we know it is near. Well, we know what they say about assumptions.      So, let's just play with this for a minute. Assume the world "as we know it" is...
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Dec.23.2011
     I witnessed something in a mall one day that I found most troubling. I saw a father scolding his son for crying.      "You're a boy. Someday you will be a man. Real men don't cry! You learn to suck it up and move on." The father glared at his son, almost...
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Dec.16.2011
     The temperature was 25 degrees and as I looked out of my house and into the darkness, I was reluctant to head to my favorite deer runway for another nine hours of sitting, waiting, and watching. Further thought may have had me back in bed, snuggled into the warmth of the...
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Oct.21.2011
     The voices are there, but they are only a sound that echoes into the sounds of other things going on. The message is lost because there is nobody to hear the content.      How many young people have cried out for help, and not a single person heard them...
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Sep.06.2011
     To harvest his first buck was Jarod's dream for as long as he could remember. The 16 year old followed behind his father as they made their way up the old over-grown logging road back into the rugged terrain of Ripton, Vermont. Jarod matched his father's foot steps and when...
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Jul.12.2011
     It was 4:30 A.M. when my alarm went off this morning. I lay there thinking about my woodworking life. I realized that I miss it more than I ever thought I would. Why did I sell all of my large power tools? Why did I make such drastic changes in my life? What force is there that is so strong it...
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May.30.2011
     As I sat there in the foodcourt of the local mall I noticed a person texting on their cell phone. As I sipped on my Pepsi, I let my eyes wander and then saw someone else doing the same. In each case, that person was with someone else. Still, I took it all in. There were 37 people texting...
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May.16.2011
     The year was 1963. Ray, Alice, and their three month old baby, (Raymond Jr.) left Connecticut to spend Thanksgiving weekend in Vermont at Ray's Aunt Mary's house. Ray's grandmother was there and came to him telling him that this was the day he would never forget. She didn't know why, only...
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Apr.02.2011
     Wheeling the bicycle out the door, I lock the door behind me. I fasten my helmet into place and make sure my sunglasses and cell phone are in the pouch under my seat. The sun has not risen yet and the hills ahead, all ascending about another thousand feet from my current 6500 foot location,...
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Jan.22.2011
     I find myself thinking about my sister Renee today. What made me think about her? Heck, I don't know what makes me think about half the things going through my head. But today, for some reason I find myself reflecting and thinking back to High School years, years beyond that, and how my sister...
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Dec.18.2010
       It was the Christmas of 1984. I'd been away from Orwell, Vermont for a year. The town I called home was over 12,000 miles away and Christmas day was growing nearer. As a young soldier, not having gained enough rank to be making much money at the time, I was limited in what I could do...
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Nov.26.2010
The training day was over back at the fort and true to her nature, Josephine went for her run. It had been an intense day of lecturing, physical training, training in explosives and what to look for, the disarming of explosives that were most commonly used by people trained in Pakistan, and an hour...
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