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Jun 29, 2004 00:07

Every christmas my dad tells me the story of the night of Christmas eve when i was three years old...my dad and i were on our way to get a Christmas tree and i guess i was WAY excited and it was ALL i could talk about. But sometime on our way to get it we came across a homeless man and he asked my father for money. My father did not really want to ( Read more... )

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fltrshine13 June 29 2004, 16:12:13 UTC
MAN, MIchelle that is just so awesome! that is a really sweet story. It kind of reminds me of the day at camp when we talked about being lowered. Your dad could have made him walk to Mc Donalds or could of just boughten him a fry but he spent his money on one whole meal.And that lady at Someburros did the same.

P.S
The other day I was in a purity conference and the pastor used the word liberated. It was so cool to know what it ment so I could know what the hack he was talking about!!

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