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Where discipline was out of love and examples surrounded me daily. It was a place where you'd life each other up, never tear one another down for if you did their were consequences. You love one another, that was just how it was done. And to the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ComplexSimpleThoughts/663328"><title>In a Moment How Would You Live</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ComplexSimpleThoughts/663328</link><description>If I were given but a moment to live how would I use it? Would I speak or be silent? Would I run or would I stand? Would I work or would I waste? I often wonder how life seems to pass us by like it were nothing more than our life, our time, our choice. 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