<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:46.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Altruistic Vessel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-7613859945348327725</id><published>2007-10-01T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:13:04.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Game Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2qZq2FoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/31weRzFeT3E/s1600-h/HPIM1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2qZq2FoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/31weRzFeT3E/s200/HPIM1156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116571491230946946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2q5q2FpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zVFYnpKu1Xw/s1600-h/HPIM1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2q5q2FpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zVFYnpKu1Xw/s200/HPIM1141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116571499820881554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2rJq2FqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kNaYGLqw4uE/s1600-h/HPIM1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2rJq2FqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kNaYGLqw4uE/s200/HPIM1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116571504115848866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2rpq2FrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UTIwxMSPr-U/s1600-h/11541165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2rpq2FrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UTIwxMSPr-U/s200/11541165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116571512705783474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, Chris, Kim, Dan and I went to Frisco to a ballgame.  We had a fabulous time, but I can't tell you who won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-7613859945348327725?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/7613859945348327725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/7613859945348327725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/10/baseball-game-photos.html' title='Baseball Game Photos'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG2qZq2FoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/31weRzFeT3E/s72-c/HPIM1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-636423734816772573</id><published>2007-09-16T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:19:43.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Chemo Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4uJq2FtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hs5_wm7xPiU/s1600-h/HPIM1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4uJq2FtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hs5_wm7xPiU/s200/HPIM1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116573754678712018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4uZq2FuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M6-Aoan8d9Q/s1600-h/HPIM1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4uZq2FuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M6-Aoan8d9Q/s200/HPIM1331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116573758973679330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4upq2FvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H8w5aXjyY-o/s1600-h/HPIM1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4upq2FvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H8w5aXjyY-o/s200/HPIM1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116573763268646642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4u5q2FwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hVcBXkkAHdw/s1600-h/HPIM1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4u5q2FwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hVcBXkkAHdw/s200/HPIM1338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116573767563613954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39SXSYECI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CeOcf5x4114/s1600-h/HPIM1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39SXSYECI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CeOcf5x4114/s200/HPIM1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111019644065943586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39SnSYEDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GI6RIUlQbck/s1600-h/HPIM1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39SnSYEDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GI6RIUlQbck/s200/HPIM1307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111019648360910898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39S3SYEEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0y4dXUwTE3c/s1600-h/HPIM1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39S3SYEEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0y4dXUwTE3c/s200/HPIM1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111019652655878210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!!! I finished my courses of radiation and chemotherapy two weeks ago. I had my friends come over to my house and help me celebrate.  We had a fun time painting our fingernails and toenails.  Kim's toes are in the white flip flops.  SaraBeth displays her lovely thumbnails.  We had a fun time learning some ab workout bellydancing moves.  Check out these sexy ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z5nSYDzI/AAAAAAAAACM/NOjXIMyaD_I/s1600-h/HPIM1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z5nSYDzI/AAAAAAAAACM/NOjXIMyaD_I/s200/HPIM1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111009323259531058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z6HSYD0I/AAAAAAAAACU/UcIKDYyO5ak/s1600-h/HPIM1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z6HSYD0I/AAAAAAAAACU/UcIKDYyO5ak/s200/HPIM1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111009331849465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z6XSYD1I/AAAAAAAAACc/9eS6faWfhEs/s1600-h/HPIM1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z6XSYD1I/AAAAAAAAACc/9eS6faWfhEs/s200/HPIM1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111009336144432978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z6nSYD2I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZE_lJOFTdcc/s1600-h/HPIM1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3z6nSYD2I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZE_lJOFTdcc/s200/HPIM1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111009340439400290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3yTnSYDxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GRcWawX0Hw0/s1600-h/HPIM1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3yTnSYDxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GRcWawX0Hw0/s200/HPIM1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111007570912874258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were facials such as those done at the exclusive spas.  Honest. I wouldn't try to make anyone look foolish!  These masks consist of banana, oatmeal, honey and yogurt, just like in the top dollar spas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru33lnSYD7I/AAAAAAAAADM/XyBmOTaXg8g/s1600-h/HPIM1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru33lnSYD7I/AAAAAAAAADM/XyBmOTaXg8g/s200/HPIM1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111013377708658610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru33mHSYD8I/AAAAAAAAADU/_K1yDbHGGk0/s1600-h/HPIM1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru33mHSYD8I/AAAAAAAAADU/_K1yDbHGGk0/s200/HPIM1315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111013386298593218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3yT3SYDyI/AAAAAAAAACE/jpv92n68go8/s1600-h/HPIM1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39THSYEFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Or8STa5Uahs/s1600-h/HPIM1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39THSYEFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Or8STa5Uahs/s200/HPIM1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111019656950845522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39TXSYEGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/69XpTvuUXgE/s1600-h/HPIM1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru39TXSYEGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/69XpTvuUXgE/s200/HPIM1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111019661245812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3-XXSYEHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UkvkUQFXjFM/s1600-h/HPIM1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3-XXSYEHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UkvkUQFXjFM/s200/HPIM1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020829476917362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3-X3SYEII/AAAAAAAAAE0/dgIrjOEqy_4/s1600-h/HPIM1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3-X3SYEII/AAAAAAAAAE0/dgIrjOEqy_4/s200/HPIM1327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020838066851970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3-YHSYEJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ThxWVbv0jg/s1600-h/HPIM1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/Ru3-YHSYEJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ThxWVbv0jg/s200/HPIM1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020842361819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to simulate a nose piercing, since someone in the group left to get the real thing. Hmmm, who would that be. You guessed it, my 18 year old daughter.  She started a trend.  I think we look quite lovely.  We finished the day by watching Antonio Banderas in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take the Lead.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-636423734816772573?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/636423734816772573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/636423734816772573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-chemo-party.html' title='After Chemo Party'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG4uJq2FtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Hs5_wm7xPiU/s72-c/HPIM1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-8120680177272412099</id><published>2007-09-10T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:05:02.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Chemo Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0vJq2FkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F_mvsSvVWHc/s1600-h/HPIM1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0vJq2FkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F_mvsSvVWHc/s200/HPIM1178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116569373812069954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0vZq2FlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xvjeLniIYuA/s1600-h/HPIM1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0vZq2FlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xvjeLniIYuA/s200/HPIM1186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116569378107037266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0v5q2FmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/knheNsyi1ek/s1600-h/HPIM1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0v5q2FmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/knheNsyi1ek/s200/HPIM1188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116569386696971874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0wJq2FnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qcyEtyVaYn8/s1600-h/HPIM1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0wJq2FnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qcyEtyVaYn8/s200/HPIM1184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116569390991939186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 5, 2007, I received a phone call from the GI dr. telling me that the results of my colonoscopy came back positive for squamous cell cancer of the rectum and that it was poorly differentiated and showed invasion of my lymph system.  A few hours later I was in the office of a colorectal surgeon who proceeded to examine my bum and explained my options.  He then arranged for my other surgeon to do my remove my gallbladder asap and place a mediport for the chemo.  The day after my surgery it was off to the races, so to speak.  I met with my radiation oncologist and the next day with the oncologist and my treatments was planned.  I was given a week to recuperate before chemo and radiation was to begin.  I decided to have a before chemo party to have a little pampering fun before the treatments began.  It was truly a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-8120680177272412099?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/8120680177272412099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/8120680177272412099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-chemo-party.html' title='Before Chemo Party'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RwG0vJq2FkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F_mvsSvVWHc/s72-c/HPIM1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-2551348746414678153</id><published>2007-02-01T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:16:26.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Many worthwhile thoughts upon which I have feasted all week were shared last weekend among the Body meeting at Don &amp; Julie's. One thought in particular has continually resonated in my mind. Annette said that when someone feels judged by someone else, fear and separation result in the relationship. This includes if someone &lt;em&gt;perceives&lt;/em&gt; that they have been judged, whether or not their perception is true. I have really seen this principle in action in the behavior of my children, co-workers, and even myself. And yet who am I to judge anyone? There are so many factors to consider as to why people act the way they do, and I do not possess the ability to accurately assess all the variables involved. To further demonstrate this point I have included several points from an article entitled &lt;em&gt;Probing Inappropriate Rage&lt;/em&gt; written by William J. Cromie published in the Harvard University Gazette (8/26/2004): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;The researchers asked the question, "What was the difference between people who controlled their anger pretty well, and those who could not handle it in a socially acceptable way?" They found that when normal subjects experienced anger, blood flow was increased to the reasoning area of the brain. This inhibited thoughts of rage, while blood flow increased to the area of the brain that deals with emotion and vigilance simultaneously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Those who suffered from both depression and rage had a decreased blood flow to both the orbitofrontal cortex and the amgdala resulting in a decreased "ability to control impulsive acts and their feelings about the consequences of those acts, say punching someone in the mouth. There is both a lack of emotion and a lack of control. A double hit that adds up to inappropriate, even violent rage. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;" Those with major depression who are free of anger attacks show a lack of activity in both brain areas; both their feelings and reasoning about anger are deadened. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The following story is also included in the article which I think further demonstrates the point that behavior is more complex than many of us may have given thought to, and should perhaps give us cause to rethink any judgements we may have made regarding others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"There's the classic story of Phineas Gage, a 19th century railroad man who - in a freak accident - had a metal tamping rod driven through his skull just above his left eye. Gage survived but his easygoing personality did not. He went from a mild-manned, well-liked, and admired man to a violent, unstable brute, hated and avoided by all who knew him. The tamping rod had destroyed his cerebral center of anger inhibition behind his forehead. " (&lt;a href="http://www.news.harvard.edu/gazette/2004/08.26/01-anger.html"&gt;http://www.news.harvard.edu/gazette/2004/08.26/01-anger.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-2551348746414678153?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/2551348746414678153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=2551348746414678153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/2551348746414678153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/2551348746414678153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/02/judging-others.html' title='Judging Others'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-1489550894141239057</id><published>2007-01-21T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:24:02.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Heaven</title><content type='html'>I so enjoyed the saints gathering on Saturday evening at Lon and Bonnie's.  What a pleasant surprise to see Andy and Robyn!  Laughter characterized the evening as well as much singing.  I must have had the best seat in the house, being seated next to Dan on my left, Andy behind me, Robyn to my right and I could hear Kim's alto harmony in front of me...it was like surround sound by these very gifted songbirds.  During the singing of You're the Fire, The Happy Song,  Peace Be Still, and a couple of others,  I really sensed the strength of the Holy Spirit and felt like I was experiencing the heavenly realm intensely in those moments.  I love this song, though I like The Happy Song best, but don't have the words to it yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Body, One Spirit, One Faith, One Lord, One People, One Nation, One New Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Body, Your Spirit, Your Faith, You are Lord, Your People, Your Nation, Your New Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at all of us, in the eyes of God, There's no ugly stain, only Jesus Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the other realm, there's no death or pain, Just the love of Christ for His only Bride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-1489550894141239057?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/1489550894141239057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=1489550894141239057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/1489550894141239057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/1489550894141239057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/taste-of-heaven.html' title='A Taste of Heaven'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-7514624698282244843</id><published>2007-01-07T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:20:09.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Get Hard...Take a Bath and Other Cheery Advice</title><content type='html'>Taking a bath won't change anything, but...&lt;br /&gt;When you are in the bathtub, you are not responsible for anything -&lt;br /&gt;you are wet, for example, so no one can ask you to do anything... you can't do homework in there, because your papers will get wet..you can't answer the phone... or read any e-mail... or assignments... or messages... or...&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe it should be a long bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that it's such a terrible thing to get sad or down or to stop believing in sunshine for a while.  Don't worry too much if you feel empty or lost or you can't make yourself want to smile.  Don't think that it's not okay to sit a day out, or to be scared or tired or blue.  Everybody gets sad sometimes.  And crying and hurting - just like laughing and dreaming - are just things that people do.&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of a friend:  to see each other through good days and bad days, a hand to hold, a heart to lend... someone you can always count on to celebrate and find rainbows with... there is no treasure more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quoted from &lt;strong&gt;Girls Rule...a very special book created especially for girls&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Ashely Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-7514624698282244843?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/7514624698282244843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/7514624698282244843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-things-get-hardtake-bath-and-other.html' title='When Things Get Hard...Take a Bath and Other Cheery Advice'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-4483400643378993665</id><published>2007-01-06T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T10:42:01.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All Love Can Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will watch you in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Show you love will see you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the bad dreams wake you crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll show you all love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will watch through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Give you dreams where love will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will watch through the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Til the morning comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll take you through the night to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A light showing us all love can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will guard you with my bright wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stay 'til your heart learns to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All love can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sung by Charlotte Church&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in A Beautiful Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-4483400643378993665?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/4483400643378993665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=4483400643378993665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/4483400643378993665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/4483400643378993665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-love-can-be-i-will-watch-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-6529227244523388609</id><published>2007-01-05T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:01:47.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mad World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sung by Gary Jules in Donny Darko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All around me are familiar faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bright and early for their daily races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No expression, no expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hide my head. I want to drown my sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I find it kinda funny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I find it kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The dreams in which I'm dyin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are the best I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I find it hard to tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I find it hard to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When people run in circles, it's a very very...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mad world, mad world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Happy birthday, happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hello teacher. Tell me, what's my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Look right through me, look right through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Are the best I've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I find it hard to tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I find it hard to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When people run in circles, it's a very very...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mad world, mad world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Enlarging your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mad world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-6529227244523388609?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/6529227244523388609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=6529227244523388609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/6529227244523388609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/6529227244523388609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/mad-world-sung-by-gary-jules-in-donny.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-1721862271247699041</id><published>2007-01-05T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:28:32.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Resurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Nicole Sponberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm at a loss for words; there's nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I sit in silence wondering what lead me to this place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;How did my heart become so lifeless and cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Where did the passion go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When all my efforts seem like chasing the wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I've used up all my strength and there's nothing left to give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I've lost the feeling and I'm numb to the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I can't fake it anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here I am at the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm in need of resurrection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Only You can take this emtpy shell and raise it from the dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What I lost to the world, what seems far beyond redemption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can take the pieces in Your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And make me whole again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You speak and all creation falls to it's knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You raise Your hand and calm the waves of a raging sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You have a way of turning winter to spring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Make something beautiful out of all this suffering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here I am once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm in need of resurrection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Only You can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What I lost to the world, what seems far beyond redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can take the pieces in Your hand and make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;You have a way of turning winter to spring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Make something beautiful out of all this suffering&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-1721862271247699041?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/1721862271247699041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=1721862271247699041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/1721862271247699041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/1721862271247699041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/resurrection-by-nicole-sponberg-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-6643178479081368591</id><published>2007-01-03T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:55:42.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beholding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In Max Lucado's book, &lt;strong&gt;It's Not About Me&lt;/strong&gt;, he discusses how we are like God's mirrors.  He reminds the readers, " &lt;em&gt;Upon beholding God, Moses could not help but reflect God.  The brightness he saw was the brightness he became.  Beholding led to becoming.  Becoming led to reflecting."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;By remembering this point, I look upon all of His creation.  Every single person was designed to express God uniquely.  There is a scripture that says to "know one another according to the Spirit"...when we behold the beauty of our Lord, we begin to recognize Him in the vessels He has made.  It is so powerful to see Him as He is reflected in others.  Everytime I see Him I fall in love with Him deeper and deeper.  I could spend eternity simply gazing upon Him.  But I have the chance to behold Him right here, right now by looking at those He has made and discovering Him behind the veil of human masks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-6643178479081368591?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/6643178479081368591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=6643178479081368591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/6643178479081368591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/6643178479081368591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/beholding.html' title='Beholding'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-8139625845403911825</id><published>2007-01-01T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:01:47.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlB7zo6ANI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TEgzwpJOpyE/s1600-h/04280476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015112155783626962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlB7zo6ANI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TEgzwpJOpyE/s200/04280476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What an incredible evening to share with our beloved friends. How we have missed seeing all of you as we did in the days when we first met. This wedding is so symbolic to me of our relationship with you. We met for the first time on Feb. 13 almost five years ago. From then on, it was an exciting and passionate journey we shared. How I remember the days you cared for me during my months of illness and recuperation, driving from great distances to care for my wounds and feed my family. Truly I have never experienced the depth of relationship in the body as I have with you corporately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the dynamics of our group changed and so did the expectations. Though I was personally willing to move into the 'hood, as a family, we were not. It seems that from that point on, we were rejected and we have experienced a cordial 'separation' for the past two years. However, this wedding felt like we have re-united, rekindling the feelings of earlier days with of all of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlHFDo6AQI/AAAAAAAAABU/GLJWqBtMrTE/s1600-h/04420482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015117812255555842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlHFDo6AQI/AAAAAAAAABU/GLJWqBtMrTE/s200/04420482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you to Kim, for inviting us and for so openly declaring at Lucy's graduation party that she missed us, loved us and wanted us to come back. How I have missed you, Kim. Your inner beauty is exceeded by no one, never hesitating for one moment to express your heart without any reserve towards others. The love that fills you spills onto all who know you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I appreciate hearing the honest insights from Andy, Robyn and Dan. Thank you for sharing your perspectives no holds barred! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlJ3Do6ARI/AAAAAAAAABc/elVNOdCxGGM/s1600-h/HPIM0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015120870272270610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlJ3Do6ARI/AAAAAAAAABc/elVNOdCxGGM/s200/HPIM0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, you absolutely glowed. I haven't seen you this full of joy, well, maybe never. And Diane, you have been a good and consistent friend to me. You looked fabulous as always. I love you sister! Sylvia, you are like Kim. You asked so bluntly, "So, when you coming back?" You are so cool (who'd have thunk that about a shrink!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have so missed seeing Ev, too. Such a father figure, with a sweet and gentle heart. Of course, it's always good to see Bob. We never felt rejected by you. And Ben, I will never forget that little dance move you had there at the reception. My, oh, my was your bum a shaking! An image I can't get out of my head now. Though we haven't always seen eye to eye on things, I love the person you are. And Annette, I hope you will see that though we are opposites in many of our perspectives, we are both needed to bring balance to each other and to the rest of the body. I hope we can become better friends. Russell and Lucy have always sought to stay in touch. You are so bright and witty, desiring the fullness to be expressed and experienced as we do. Don, I think you certainly have made a good choice in marriage partners. I hope to get to know Julie better in the days to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So hopefully, this will be a new beginning for us. We look forward to seeing you next week and in the following weeks thereafter. Happy New Year and Much Love to you all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-8139625845403911825?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/8139625845403911825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=8139625845403911825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/8139625845403911825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/8139625845403911825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-wedding.html' title='What a Wedding'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tuou8eGp-ZI/RZlB7zo6ANI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TEgzwpJOpyE/s72-c/04280476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8672976548134131711.post-3319983290581286621</id><published>2006-12-31T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:20:13.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Altruism in Action</title><content type='html'>"In &lt;em&gt;The Inner World of Abraham Lincoln, &lt;/em&gt;biographer Michael Burlingame depicts the period in the the young Lincoln's life when he was rejected by a woman he had hoped to marry and was consumed by serious financial problems. Moreover, he had a childhood history of maternal loss and physical abuse. These factors added to his vulnerability at a difficult period in his life and caused him to suffer severe depression and become preoccupied with suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln's friends were so concerned that they literally moved in and stayed up with him day and night, after removing knives and guns from his presence. He remained agitated, spoke as if delirious and was sleepless, with recurrent suicidal impulses. His friends maintained a constant vigil for a week or more until the crisis abated. Later, a friend invited Lincoln to live in his lodgings and paid his daily expenses as well as his law school tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, Abraham Lincoln recovered and, despite other disappointments and depressive recurrences, was able to serve as the sixteenth president of the United States. Licoln held the nation together during the grave crisis of the Civil War--not bad for someone 'weak' enough to suffer suicidal depression!&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his life, Abraham Lincoln exhibited many signs of continued high risk for suicide, including frequent recurrences of severe melancholic depression and suicidal ideation.&lt;br /&gt;How did Lincoln survive well enough to be able to manifest such strength in the service of our nation? What enabled him to get through the periods of high sucide risk when medical and psychological treatment was unavailable? What seemed to be a major factor, as depicted in this biographical sketch of Lincoln, was his capacity to attract empathic and helpful friends and, most important, to accept their help in times of crisis." (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;New Hope For People With Bipolar Disorder by Jan Fawcett, M.D., Bernard Golden, Ph.D., and Nancy Rosenfeld&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story of Lincoln's friends moves my heart ..the impact of their friendship affected the course of our nation's history! It is my hope in the new year, and those to come, that I will develop and mature into an altruistic vessel who walks in love and understanding of every person I encounter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8672976548134131711-3319983290581286621?l=altruisticvessel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/feeds/3319983290581286621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8672976548134131711&amp;postID=3319983290581286621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/3319983290581286621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8672976548134131711/posts/default/3319983290581286621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altruisticvessel.blogspot.com/2006/12/altruism-in-action.html' title='Altruism in Action'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03595033959067523469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
