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	<title>Comments on: Letters as Gifts</title>
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		<title>By: Unsigned Masterpiece</title>
		<link>https://writingmywrongs.com/2013/06/12/letters-as-gifts/#comment-34855</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:36:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the poem. We all have many facets to our adoption involvement. Education is a big part of it.  Education and as you do, assistance.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the poem. We all have many facets to our adoption involvement. Education is a big part of it.  Education and as you do, assistance.</p>
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		<title>By: Suz</title>
		<link>https://writingmywrongs.com/2013/06/12/letters-as-gifts/#comment-34847</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:57:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you Joanne for your kind words. I am glad my blog is helpful.   I pasted this poem to my Facebook today and your comment reminded me of it yet again. It strikes me personally as it explains why I do the things I do. If I can help ONE person feel less pain, ONE mother reconsider adoption surrender, ONE mother to feed or diaper her child for ONE more day, my life is not lived in vain. 

&lt;i&gt;If I can stop one heart from breaking,

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain. 

- Emily Dickinson&lt;/i&gt;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Joanne for your kind words. I am glad my blog is helpful.   I pasted this poem to my Facebook today and your comment reminded me of it yet again. It strikes me personally as it explains why I do the things I do. If I can help ONE person feel less pain, ONE mother reconsider adoption surrender, ONE mother to feed or diaper her child for ONE more day, my life is not lived in vain. </p>
<p><i>If I can stop one heart from breaking,</p>
<p>If I can stop one heart from breaking,<br />
I shall not live in vain;<br />
If I can ease one life the aching,<br />
Or cool one pain,<br />
Or help one fainting robin<br />
Unto his nest again,<br />
I shall not live in vain. </p>
<p>- Emily Dickinson</i></p>
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		<title>By: Joanne</title>
		<link>https://writingmywrongs.com/2013/06/12/letters-as-gifts/#comment-34843</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Joanne]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:26:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I agree with your husband, you are too hard on yourself.  I can&#039;t imagine if I had had the opportunity to even write a note that I would have been able.  At that point I was convinced I wasn&#039;t worthy of anything.  I have a hard time just looking at my signature on his birth certificate and find it difficult to remember myself at that age.
I love your writing, and this blog has been a godsend.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I agree with your husband, you are too hard on yourself.  I can&#8217;t imagine if I had had the opportunity to even write a note that I would have been able.  At that point I was convinced I wasn&#8217;t worthy of anything.  I have a hard time just looking at my signature on his birth certificate and find it difficult to remember myself at that age.<br />
I love your writing, and this blog has been a godsend.</p>
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		<title>By: Suz Bednarz</title>
		<link>https://writingmywrongs.com/2013/06/12/letters-as-gifts/#comment-34779</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Suz Bednarz]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:36:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hahaha. Literary EMO. I love it. That sums me and my life up perfectly! Thank you for helping me own this wretched piece of pain. Agreed on rest of your comment as well.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hahaha. Literary EMO. I love it. That sums me and my life up perfectly! Thank you for helping me own this wretched piece of pain. Agreed on rest of your comment as well.</p>
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		<title>By: Psychobabbler</title>
		<link>https://writingmywrongs.com/2013/06/12/letters-as-gifts/#comment-34777</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Psychobabbler]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:13:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, that&#039;s 18 year old &quot;literary emo&quot; writing all right.  Laden with cliché, just like mine was, and I was quite convinced it was mature, poetic stuff back in the day.  I know when I look back at some of the stuff that came out of my pen, I cringe at times.  But remember, you were doing your best to convey how you felt amidst the background noise of &quot;you&#039;re brave and noble for making this choice...blah blah blah.&quot;  And you&#039;re looking back at it with the eyes and life experience of the present you, evaluating it from that lens - not from the lens you carried at that time.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, that&#8217;s 18 year old &#8220;literary emo&#8221; writing all right.  Laden with cliché, just like mine was, and I was quite convinced it was mature, poetic stuff back in the day.  I know when I look back at some of the stuff that came out of my pen, I cringe at times.  But remember, you were doing your best to convey how you felt amidst the background noise of &#8220;you&#8217;re brave and noble for making this choice&#8230;blah blah blah.&#8221;  And you&#8217;re looking back at it with the eyes and life experience of the present you, evaluating it from that lens &#8211; not from the lens you carried at that time.</p>
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