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	<description>Story: The Shortest Distance to the Human Heart</description>
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		<title>By: Jill</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3044</link>
		<dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 21:43:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>On vacation last summer in Minnesota we saw a man swim to work.  He lived on one side of the St Croix River and worked on the other side.  Because a bridge was out, he used a small swimming raft to swim across the river.
He carried a backpack on the raft, and once on the Minnesota side he got out of the water, opened the backpack, dried off with a towel and threw clothes on over his wet swim trunks.
My family laughed for days thinking of this experience.  Funny thing was it was 5 at night when we saw him, so he must have had to swim back home to Wisconsin in the dark.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On vacation last summer in Minnesota we saw a man swim to work.  He lived on one side of the St Croix River and worked on the other side.  Because a bridge was out, he used a small swimming raft to swim across the river.<br />
He carried a backpack on the raft, and once on the Minnesota side he got out of the water, opened the backpack, dried off with a towel and threw clothes on over his wet swim trunks.<br />
My family laughed for days thinking of this experience.  Funny thing was it was 5 at night when we saw him, so he must have had to swim back home to Wisconsin in the dark.</p>
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		<title>By: Alexis</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3024</link>
		<dc:creator>Alexis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 17:45:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The strangest thing I&#039;ve ever seen was in a vision that came to me after my ten year old son had been having night terrors for six months. He would crawl up into bed with me shuddering and crying, &quot;The whispering just keeps getting louder!&quot; He had been complaining about whispering in his ear while he tried to sleep, but he just couldn&#039;t understand the words. 
  I got a vision of large hands opening up and a small girl about the age two crawled out and climbed up on my lap and began to whisper into my ear. Then she leaned back to look me in the eyes to give me a vision of her and my son playing. I went to my neighbor to tell her the story, and while I was telling her, streams of tears began to flow from her eyes. &quot;I had been waiting for God to give me a sign.&quot;
    My hair stood on end as the reality hit me. Her first daughter was two years old when she got killed in an accident. I had never met her first born, so I had forgot about that. My neighbor was raised Catholic and she had never had her daughter baptized, so she was unsure of her child&#039;s fate.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The strangest thing I&#8217;ve ever seen was in a vision that came to me after my ten year old son had been having night terrors for six months. He would crawl up into bed with me shuddering and crying, &#8220;The whispering just keeps getting louder!&#8221; He had been complaining about whispering in his ear while he tried to sleep, but he just couldn&#8217;t understand the words.<br />
  I got a vision of large hands opening up and a small girl about the age two crawled out and climbed up on my lap and began to whisper into my ear. Then she leaned back to look me in the eyes to give me a vision of her and my son playing. I went to my neighbor to tell her the story, and while I was telling her, streams of tears began to flow from her eyes. &#8220;I had been waiting for God to give me a sign.&#8221;<br />
    My hair stood on end as the reality hit me. Her first daughter was two years old when she got killed in an accident. I had never met her first born, so I had forgot about that. My neighbor was raised Catholic and she had never had her daughter baptized, so she was unsure of her child&#8217;s fate.</p>
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		<title>By: Patti Hill</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3018</link>
		<dc:creator>Patti Hill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 05:09:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mary! Wow! A white dove represents the Holy Spirit, the part of the trinity who lives in us when we say yes to Jesus. This is how God stays close to us. He gives us comfort, power, and love. Very cool.
Lenci~Did she perform for you? Someday she will.
Cynthia~God sometimes previews His plans for us. I&#039;m so encouraged to see how He grew you into this amazingly talented woman. And so bold. Bravo!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mary! Wow! A white dove represents the Holy Spirit, the part of the trinity who lives in us when we say yes to Jesus. This is how God stays close to us. He gives us comfort, power, and love. Very cool.<br />
Lenci~Did she perform for you? Someday she will.<br />
Cynthia~God sometimes previews His plans for us. I&#8217;m so encouraged to see how He grew you into this amazingly talented woman. And so bold. Bravo!</p>
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		<title>By: Cynthia Quiroga</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3016</link>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia Quiroga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 23:29:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The strangest thing I ever saw was a vision of me--the shy lady who never speaks in front of people--in a play.  And then something stranger than that--was the crowd I saw when it actually happened!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The strangest thing I ever saw was a vision of me&#8211;the shy lady who never speaks in front of people&#8211;in a play.  And then something stranger than that&#8211;was the crowd I saw when it actually happened!</p>
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		<title>By: LenciB</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3014</link>
		<dc:creator>LenciB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 18:31:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The strangest thing I&#039;ve seen would have to be...
When I was seeing CATS the musical, this little girl had to be under/maybe 6 years old...Tell me why she knew every word/song! And musical routine in CATS?!! She even knew the tapping sequences. I&#039;ve been taking tap for longer than she&#039;s been alive and I don&#039;t know the tapping sequences. And I have the CATS dvd to boot!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The strangest thing I&#8217;ve seen would have to be&#8230;<br />
When I was seeing CATS the musical, this little girl had to be under/maybe 6 years old&#8230;Tell me why she knew every word/song! And musical routine in CATS?!! She even knew the tapping sequences. I&#8217;ve been taking tap for longer than she&#8217;s been alive and I don&#8217;t know the tapping sequences. And I have the CATS dvd to boot!</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3013</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:27:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One day my daughter, son-n-law and I were riding down the road on the interstate near our house.

As we were riding, out of nowhere a white dove appeared out of nowhere. All 3 of us saw it so it wasn&#039;t an illusion of the mind..Well we kept driving and the bird was right by the window of the truck then suddenly he disappeared as if he was an angel.

Later during the week I was randonly watching a Christian channel on TV and at the bottom of the screen was a White Dove.

I never confirmed what the white doves represented but I do know it was &quot;Pure&quot;.

Not really weird I would say maybe unusual.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day my daughter, son-n-law and I were riding down the road on the interstate near our house.</p>
<p>As we were riding, out of nowhere a white dove appeared out of nowhere. All 3 of us saw it so it wasn&#8217;t an illusion of the mind..Well we kept driving and the bird was right by the window of the truck then suddenly he disappeared as if he was an angel.</p>
<p>Later during the week I was randonly watching a Christian channel on TV and at the bottom of the screen was a White Dove.</p>
<p>I never confirmed what the white doves represented but I do know it was &#8220;Pure&#8221;.</p>
<p>Not really weird I would say maybe unusual.</p>
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		<title>By: Patti Hill</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3012</link>
		<dc:creator>Patti Hill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 14:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Patricia, LOVE your stories! I would love to talk to the boy who &quot;flew.&quot; Don&#039;t you wonder what sort of things he did later in life? I mean, this kid ran into a humongous dirt devil! Where did his courage take him? Hmm</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Patricia, LOVE your stories! I would love to talk to the boy who &#8220;flew.&#8221; Don&#8217;t you wonder what sort of things he did later in life? I mean, this kid ran into a humongous dirt devil! Where did his courage take him? Hmm</p>
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		<title>By: Patricia T.</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3011</link>
		<dc:creator>Patricia T.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 13:42:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The strangest thing I have seen happened when I was ten. (Although my Dad was Navy and we moved a lot, so I have seen lots of strange things over the years.) We were at recess on a dirt schoolyard in Florida, (this was back in the 60&#039;s) and it was a very windy spring day. As often happened, a dirt-devil appeared in the schoolyard. They fascinated me, so I was watching as it grew, and grew, and GREW, until it was huge, and the teachers finally started to shoo all the children back into the school. Except for two. Me and a little boy near me who stated, &quot;I&#039;m not scared, I&#039;ve always wanted to see if one would pick me up!&quot;
And before I could stop him, he ran into the whirlwind, was picked up and turned slowly around! Twice! A hysterical teacher ran up next to me and told me to go into the school, so I never saw what happened, but was informed later that he hadn&#039;t been injured! 
The second strangest thing happened several years ago when my daughter and I were on a day trip together. We passed a field with one huge lone oak tree in the back of the field ,about 1/2 mile away from the road, and in it sat what looked to be an eagle. &quot;It won&#039;t be there when we come back this way,&quot; I thought, but low and behold it was, and there were two! My daughter turned the car around and parked it on the side of the road so we could get a better view....but the eagles were so far away that we weren&#039;t absolutely sure.  I said, &quot;I wish they would fly, so we could see for sure what they are.&quot; My daughter said, &quot;God, if they are eagles, let them fly so we can see.&quot; I said, &quot;Amen.&quot; and just like a shot!--one got up and flew to the north and one flew right at us. From that day my daughter has never doubted the existence of God!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The strangest thing I have seen happened when I was ten. (Although my Dad was Navy and we moved a lot, so I have seen lots of strange things over the years.) We were at recess on a dirt schoolyard in Florida, (this was back in the 60&#8242;s) and it was a very windy spring day. As often happened, a dirt-devil appeared in the schoolyard. They fascinated me, so I was watching as it grew, and grew, and GREW, until it was huge, and the teachers finally started to shoo all the children back into the school. Except for two. Me and a little boy near me who stated, &#8220;I&#8217;m not scared, I&#8217;ve always wanted to see if one would pick me up!&#8221;<br />
And before I could stop him, he ran into the whirlwind, was picked up and turned slowly around! Twice! A hysterical teacher ran up next to me and told me to go into the school, so I never saw what happened, but was informed later that he hadn&#8217;t been injured!<br />
The second strangest thing happened several years ago when my daughter and I were on a day trip together. We passed a field with one huge lone oak tree in the back of the field ,about 1/2 mile away from the road, and in it sat what looked to be an eagle. &#8220;It won&#8217;t be there when we come back this way,&#8221; I thought, but low and behold it was, and there were two! My daughter turned the car around and parked it on the side of the road so we could get a better view&#8230;.but the eagles were so far away that we weren&#8217;t absolutely sure.  I said, &#8220;I wish they would fly, so we could see for sure what they are.&#8221; My daughter said, &#8220;God, if they are eagles, let them fly so we can see.&#8221; I said, &#8220;Amen.&#8221; and just like a shot!&#8211;one got up and flew to the north and one flew right at us. From that day my daughter has never doubted the existence of God!</p>
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		<title>By: Patti Hill</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3009</link>
		<dc:creator>Patti Hill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 02:04:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lucy, Katy, and Cindy~Thanks for sharing your &quot;strange&quot; things. I think most things are strange in the insect world, especially under a microscope. Did you know some spiders have 8 eyes! Grasshoppers as big as thumbs--oh my! I&#039;ve seen the frozen mist, Katy. It&#039;s like walking in a snow globe.  And Cindy, there&#039;s nothing stranger than a man trying not to look bald. 

Thanks to all who commented. I enjoyed your company and your stories very much.

There&#039;s no way I could decide, so I put your names in a hat and pulled out...drum roll...Cindy Woolard!!! Send me your snail mail address at patti@pattihillauthor.com.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lucy, Katy, and Cindy~Thanks for sharing your &#8220;strange&#8221; things. I think most things are strange in the insect world, especially under a microscope. Did you know some spiders have 8 eyes! Grasshoppers as big as thumbs&#8211;oh my! I&#8217;ve seen the frozen mist, Katy. It&#8217;s like walking in a snow globe.  And Cindy, there&#8217;s nothing stranger than a man trying not to look bald. </p>
<p>Thanks to all who commented. I enjoyed your company and your stories very much.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s no way I could decide, so I put your names in a hat and pulled out&#8230;drum roll&#8230;Cindy Woolard!!! Send me your snail mail address at <a href="mailto:patti@pattihillauthor.com">patti@pattihillauthor.com</a>.</p>
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		<title>By: Cindy Woolard</title>
		<link>http://www.shereads.org/2010/03/introductions-part-one/comment-page-1/#comment-3008</link>
		<dc:creator>Cindy Woolard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:57:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of the strangest things I have seen is a deer running through my neighborhood  in between parked cars.  I had to blink a few times just to make sure I wasn&#039;t seeing things.  Another thing was a man who had just a small halo of hair left and he let the right side grow realllllllly long and combed it over so it would look like he had a lot of hair.  Years later I saw him again and he was totally bald and looked sooooo much better.

I would love to be entered into your giveaway.

Blessings,
Cindy W.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the strangest things I have seen is a deer running through my neighborhood  in between parked cars.  I had to blink a few times just to make sure I wasn&#8217;t seeing things.  Another thing was a man who had just a small halo of hair left and he let the right side grow realllllllly long and combed it over so it would look like he had a lot of hair.  Years later I saw him again and he was totally bald and looked sooooo much better.</p>
<p>I would love to be entered into your giveaway.</p>
<p>Blessings,<br />
Cindy W.</p>
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