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		<title>By: Dave Quigley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave Quigley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:42:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Barry 
I remember all the crazy games and scenes we acted out with string, milk cartons, big cardboard box (awesome if you could find a dryer or washer box!), etc.  We thought we were soldiers, gladiators, fighter pilots, football stars.  Those were the days.  I love the insights into the boys there and the video of the demolition derby stroller!
Dave</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Barry<br />
I remember all the crazy games and scenes we acted out with string, milk cartons, big cardboard box (awesome if you could find a dryer or washer box!), etc.  We thought we were soldiers, gladiators, fighter pilots, football stars.  Those were the days.  I love the insights into the boys there and the video of the demolition derby stroller!<br />
Dave</p>
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		<title>By: Dave Rod</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave Rod</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 02:04:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What was God thinking when he made boys? 

May God grant those kids education. Now there&#039;s a prayer I haven&#039;t prayed much before. 

You are on it Bar&#039; - thanks!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What was God thinking when he made boys? </p>
<p>May God grant those kids education. Now there&#8217;s a prayer I haven&#8217;t prayed much before. </p>
<p>You are on it Bar&#8217; &#8211; thanks!</p>
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		<title>By: Penny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Penny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:44:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Barry, this article made me think of the time when you and Marshall army crawled through the dense woods playing some war game and ended up covered head to toe with poison ivy!!  Boys!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Barry, this article made me think of the time when you and Marshall army crawled through the dense woods playing some war game and ended up covered head to toe with poison ivy!!  Boys!!!</p>
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		<title>By: Marcia Zgirta</title>
		<link>http://www.worldnextdoor.org/2009/07/a-kids-eye-view/comment-page-1/#comment-1041</link>
		<dc:creator>Marcia Zgirta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 17:20:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow Barry.  Thanks for the reminders.  My kids&#039; favorite thing to play with in Romania was the stack of empty milk boxes.  We eventually had enough to make forts.  I look at them and what they want now...and long for the days in Ro.
There are powerful lessons to be learned from children who seemingly have nothing.  They give us so much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow Barry.  Thanks for the reminders.  My kids&#8217; favorite thing to play with in Romania was the stack of empty milk boxes.  We eventually had enough to make forts.  I look at them and what they want now&#8230;and long for the days in Ro.<br />
There are powerful lessons to be learned from children who seemingly have nothing.  They give us so much.</p>
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		<title>By: Alicia Layton</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alicia Layton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 12:07:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Barry! What a light-hearted, humorous way to glimpse into some powerful reminders. It made me recall numerous stories from working with a children&#039;s home in India. I&#039;d like to share one with you from my journal!
 
JANUARY 2006
I&#039;ve been trying to keep up with running here in India. At the Beulah Home, I usually run in the front yard after all the kids go to bed
because I don&#039;t want to make a scene. On this particular day, I went to go run right before sundown while the kids were busy inside. I thought I could sneak outside unnoticed because they seemed so preoccupied with arts and crafts. But of course, they caught me and all wanted to know what &quot;Auntie&quot; is doing, dressed in strange shoes and clothes with a thing on her head (headphones). It started with Tolemsangba and Alibah who followed me outside. I told them to go inside because watching me run would be boring for
them. But, they ignored me and decided they wanted to run alongside me. So, I let them. I thought, &quot;These kids won&#039;t make it the whole
time, anyway. I&#039;ll loose them soon.&quot; But not only did they persist in running with me (although taking shortcuts sometimes), but more and more children joined in. So, somehow I wound up running with about 20 Indian
children running in a mob before, beside and behind me! They would look up at me and smile, struggling to run right beside me. I kept thinking, &quot;This is so bizarre…unlike any other run I&#039;ve ever had!&quot; And what&#039;s more, they
endured with me the whole way. I ran about 2 miles. That&#039;s not an easy jog!! I was impressed and humbled by the powerful demonstration of their loyalty to be with me wherever I was.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Barry! What a light-hearted, humorous way to glimpse into some powerful reminders. It made me recall numerous stories from working with a children&#8217;s home in India. I&#8217;d like to share one with you from my journal!</p>
<p>JANUARY 2006<br />
I&#8217;ve been trying to keep up with running here in India. At the Beulah Home, I usually run in the front yard after all the kids go to bed<br />
because I don&#8217;t want to make a scene. On this particular day, I went to go run right before sundown while the kids were busy inside. I thought I could sneak outside unnoticed because they seemed so preoccupied with arts and crafts. But of course, they caught me and all wanted to know what &#8220;Auntie&#8221; is doing, dressed in strange shoes and clothes with a thing on her head (headphones). It started with Tolemsangba and Alibah who followed me outside. I told them to go inside because watching me run would be boring for<br />
them. But, they ignored me and decided they wanted to run alongside me. So, I let them. I thought, &#8220;These kids won&#8217;t make it the whole<br />
time, anyway. I&#8217;ll loose them soon.&#8221; But not only did they persist in running with me (although taking shortcuts sometimes), but more and more children joined in. So, somehow I wound up running with about 20 Indian<br />
children running in a mob before, beside and behind me! They would look up at me and smile, struggling to run right beside me. I kept thinking, &#8220;This is so bizarre…unlike any other run I&#8217;ve ever had!&#8221; And what&#8217;s more, they<br />
endured with me the whole way. I ran about 2 miles. That&#8217;s not an easy jog!! I was impressed and humbled by the powerful demonstration of their loyalty to be with me wherever I was.</p>
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		<title>By: Rob Yonan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rob Yonan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:25:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you pegged it, from half way around the world.  brilliant!  I have so much more to say but my son is jumping off the couch with a stick in his mouth (and he&#039;s 25 years old!).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you pegged it, from half way around the world.  brilliant!  I have so much more to say but my son is jumping off the couch with a stick in his mouth (and he&#8217;s 25 years old!).</p>
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		<title>By: Aaron Elliott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Aaron Elliott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:29:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think I am going to read this post to my daughter who is starting first grade this year.  What a beautiful picture of kids!  
I also remember walking korogocho slum the first time and finding myself looking for the kids.  They had a way of making me feel safe in a very &quot;unsafe&quot; place as they surrounded me, yelling &quot;how are you&quot; and wanting to hold my hands.  I think Jesus said &quot;the kindgom belongs to such as these.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think I am going to read this post to my daughter who is starting first grade this year.  What a beautiful picture of kids!<br />
I also remember walking korogocho slum the first time and finding myself looking for the kids.  They had a way of making me feel safe in a very &#8220;unsafe&#8221; place as they surrounded me, yelling &#8220;how are you&#8221; and wanting to hold my hands.  I think Jesus said &#8220;the kindgom belongs to such as these.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Leah Golland</title>
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		<dc:creator>Leah Golland</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:04:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>after spending much of my waking hours teaching and trying to corral children (it&#039;s like herding cats, i swear), i can get very frustrated and start to wish i was doing ANYTHING else (almost). it&#039;s nice to have a reminder about why i do what i do. education is important... and kids are FUN! :) thank Barry!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>after spending much of my waking hours teaching and trying to corral children (it&#8217;s like herding cats, i swear), i can get very frustrated and start to wish i was doing ANYTHING else (almost). it&#8217;s nice to have a reminder about why i do what i do. education is important&#8230; and kids are FUN! <img src='http://www.worldnextdoor.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  thank Barry!</p>
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		<title>By: shelli</title>
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		<dc:creator>shelli</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:19:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Barry, your observations of boys is so dead on! Aaron and I have been learning this ever since Sitota came home. The girls sit and play dolls for hours (often while whining at each other and crying about who stole what doll, but they actually sit still.... for a long time). On the other hand, we are pretty sure Sitota is incapable of remaining still for longer than 2 minutes while awake. He loves to eat the dog&#039;s food, play in the toilet water, unroll the entire roll of toilet paper.... the list goes on. Boys are so much more physical too! The girls hug, Sitota slaps and pokes (especially your eyes).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Barry, your observations of boys is so dead on! Aaron and I have been learning this ever since Sitota came home. The girls sit and play dolls for hours (often while whining at each other and crying about who stole what doll, but they actually sit still&#8230;. for a long time). On the other hand, we are pretty sure Sitota is incapable of remaining still for longer than 2 minutes while awake. He loves to eat the dog&#8217;s food, play in the toilet water, unroll the entire roll of toilet paper&#8230;. the list goes on. Boys are so much more physical too! The girls hug, Sitota slaps and pokes (especially your eyes).</p>
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		<title>By: sara</title>
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		<dc:creator>sara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 16:45:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post and reminders, Barry! Thanks for sharing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great post and reminders, Barry! Thanks for sharing!</p>
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