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Post by SAR01 on Jul 23, 2017 15:37:25 GMT -5
• INSTANT INSPIRATION: Chucking It All and Starting Over — New Homes, New Jobs, New HappinessTODAY'S FREE STORY Chicken Soup for the Soul book cover image Getting Married... at My Age? From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game By Patricia Lorenz Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. ~Leroy "Satchel" Paige Jack and I met at the condo pool in 2003 while I was vacationing in a condo I co-owned with my brother and sister. I lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and visited the land of sun, sand, sea, surf and glorious sunsets in Florida three or four times a year. At the pool, Jack, age sixty-six and I, fifty-seven, treaded water in the deep end while we talked about our children — my four, his six — about our grandchildren, and about the church we both attended just a few blocks away link
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Post by SAR01 on Aug 10, 2017 15:50:03 GMT -5
The First Time My Cat Died From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Cat Really Did That? By Josh Burnell The cat could very well be man's best friend but would never stoop to admitting it. ~Doug Larson I wasn't a cat person before I met Marcel. Marcel was Jennifer's cat, and I was in love with Jennifer, so it behooved me to fall in love with Marcel. But Marcel was hard to love. He was a shorthaired black-and-white tabby with a long body and deep, almost human, brown eyes. He liked to climb into Jennifer's lap, burrow his head into the crook of her elbow, and let her scratch him on the neck and jaw for hours. But with me, he was aloof, skittish, and quick to claw. "He'll come around," Jennifer said, pressing her forehead against his and rubbing his ears. "When I adopted him, the Rescue said he'd been a stray. Someone found him in the engine of their car trying to keep warm. He's been through a lot." (Keep reading) link
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