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		<name>Laura</name>
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			<title>The Love of a Father</title>
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			<content type="html">I am sitting outside on the balcony, in a comfortable chair with my feet propped up.  A few stars are peeking through the blanketed dark sky and the cool wind is kissing the left side of my face and arms.  

I am an unemployed single mother of four wonderful children.  It is late May and I am not sure if I can make June&#39;s rent, but I make sure the kids have food on the table. 

I have every reason to hate the world for the lack of jobs.  To curse my previous employer for wrongfully laying me off.   Also, I haven&#39;t emotionally gotten over my ex-boyfriend. 

I can&#39;t allow myself to get stuck.  

I have decided to get the education I have never received and attend college.  For my childrens&#39; sake and for mine.  Hopefully, my qualities of persistence, dedication and focus will be passed along to my children. 

As I sit here comforted by the dark skies and cool, gentle wind, all I can think of is how much I feel loved  and blessed.  I am calm because of Him.  I can&#39;t do this alone and He has never left my side.  

Like I have said before, I can curse the world.  And to add to the equation of unfortunate events, I can blame all my bad choices on being a product of child sexual abuse, but I can&#39;t.   I have chosen to live for Christ, my children and myself.  I have chosen to continue learning.  I owe everything to the Man above.  Thank you.

Love,Laura</content>
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