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		<title>Just Five More Minutes</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/20/just-five-more-minutes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 17:51:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.

â€œThatâ€™s my son over there,â€ she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-404" href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/20/just-five-more-minutes/just-five-more-minutes-2/"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-404" title="Just five more minutes" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/just-five-more-minutes-201x300.jpg" alt="Just five more minutes" width="201" height="300" /></a>While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.</p>
<p>“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.</p>
<p>“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”</p>
<p>Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”</p>
<p>Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”</p>
<p>The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”</p>
<p>Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”</p>
<p>The man smiled and said, “OK.”</p>
<p>“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.</p>
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<p>The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.</p>
<p>She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”</p>
<p>Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?</p>
<p>Give someone you love five more minutes of your time today!</p>
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		<title>Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/08/12/mom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[MomGod saw you were getting tiredAnd a cure was not to be&#8230;&#8230;So He put His arms around you and whispered, &#8220;Come to Me&#8221;With tearful eyes I watched you,and saw you pass away&#8230;.Although I loved you dearly&#8230;.I could not make you stay.A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands at rest.God broke my heart to prove to <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/08/12/mom/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> <DIV> <H2 align="center">Mom</H2><BR><H3 align="center">God saw you were getting tired<BR><BR>And a cure was not to be&#8230;&#8230;<BR><BR>So He put His arms around you and whispered, <BR><BR>&#8220;Come to Me&#8221;<BR><BR>With tearful eyes I watched you,<BR><BR>and saw you pass away&#8230;.<BR><BR>Although I loved you dearly&#8230;.<BR><BR>I could not make you stay.<BR><BR>A golden heart stopped beating,<BR><BR>Hard working hands at rest.<BR><BR>God broke my heart to prove to me<BR><BR>He only takes the best.</H3> <DIV align="center"><IMG border="0" hspace="0" alt="Mom, I Love You" align="baseline" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mom.jpg" width="535"></DIV> </DIV></p>
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		<title>A Girl in CD Store</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/22/a-girl-in-cd-store/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 08:36:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was once a guy who suffered from cancer&#8230; a cancer that can&#8217;t be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/22/a-girl-in-cd-store/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was once a guy who suffered from cancer&#8230; a cancer that can&#8217;t be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.</p>
<p>He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.</p>
<p>She looked up and asked, &#8220;Can I help you?&#8221;</p>
<p><span id="more-178"></span>She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.</p>
<p>He said, &#8220;Uh&#8230; Yeah&#8230; Umm&#8230; I would like to buy a CD.&#8221;</p>
<p>He picked one out and gave her money for it.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you like me to wrap it for you?&#8221; she asked, smiling her cute smile again.</p>
<p>He nodded and she went to the back.</p>
<p>She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn&#8217;t. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.</p>
<p>So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn&#8217;t looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out&#8230;</p>
<p>!!!RRRRRING!!!</p>
<p>The mother picked up the phone and said, &#8220;Hello?&#8221;</p>
<p>It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, &#8220;You don&#8217;t know? He passed away yesterday&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy&#8217;s mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy&#8217;s room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.</p>
<p>Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.</p>
<p>It said: Hi&#8230; I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn</p>
<p>The mother opened another CD&#8230;</p>
<p>Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi&#8230; I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn</p>
<p>Love is&#8230; when you&#8217;ve had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, &#8220;I Love You&#8221; </p>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Cry At My Funeral</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/11/07/dont-cry-at-my-funeral/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 10:41:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m going far away, to another place, People are gloomy, They bring flowers to adorn my grave, All of their faces clammy, With tears and perspiration, Dressed in white, I look from above and feel immensely sad. How can my people do this to me? How can they spoil my happiest moment? I wonder indignantly. <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/11/07/dont-cry-at-my-funeral/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m going far away, to another place,<br />
People are gloomy,<br />
They bring flowers to adorn my grave,<br />
All of their faces clammy,<br />
With tears and perspiration,<br />
Dressed in white,</p>
<p>I look from above and feel immensely sad.<br />
How can my people do this to me?<br />
How can they spoil my happiest moment?<br />
I wonder indignantly.</p>
<p>I wanna run through the door,<br />
And meet all the people I wanted to meet.<br />
All the people I was always fascinated with,<br />
I wanna ask them about their thoughts and ideas,<br />
How they feel about their life, after death.</p>
<p>Skate on the rings of Saturn,<br />
Sink in deep oceans, never to return.</p>
<p>I wanna look over my near and dear,<br />
Observe who really mourned me,<br />
And who rejoiced my eternal sleep,<br />
I wanna cry over others&#8217; pain,<br />
Without being irritated by worried eyes.</p>
<p>I am moving to another world,<br />
Much bigger than this one,<br />
Much more beautiful,<br />
Rejoice, distribute sweets,<br />
My sincere and heartfelt request,<br />
To all people concerned,<br />
Please don&#8217;t cry at my funeral..</p>
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		<title>I have a dream of Better Day</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/11/06/i-have-a-dream-of-better-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 09:39:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When love dies, it&#8217;s so sad, I sit there dying inside, missing what we had. Heart&#8217;s so broken, it hurts with every Beat, Alone again crying tears of defeat. And The angels sing songs of sorrow, With Tears in their eyes, they cry when love dies, All I hear is the screaming of my heart <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/11/06/i-have-a-dream-of-better-day/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When love dies, it&#8217;s so sad,<br />
I sit there dying inside, missing what we had.<br />
Heart&#8217;s so broken, it hurts with every Beat,<br />
Alone again crying tears of defeat.<br />
And The angels sing songs of sorrow,<br />
With Tears in their eyes, they cry when love dies,</p>
<p>All I hear is the screaming of my heart dying,<br />
Ever since You left my soul, I quit trying.<br />
You were my whole world my one and only Love.<br />
And as my world comes crashing down.</p>
<p>One Last Thought, One Last Motion,One Last Heart Beat,<br />
I Breath One Last Breath<br />
My Eyes Are Closed<br />
As I leave With Death.</p>
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