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		By: Virginia Perl		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Your posts just keep getting better, Mark!  So many of your words have hit home for me.  Twenty-five years ago, my daughter took me to a &quot;meeting&quot; in Geneva, Switzerland.  I saw a placard on the table that read, &quot;We stick to our feelings while sharing.&quot;  I started bawling.  I had no idea how I felt.  I was frozen.  A week later, I packed up whatever treasures that would fit in two suitcases, turned my back on life as I knew it, flew to Minnesota on a one-way ticket, and took refuge in the home of my sister.  My husband ended up a week later in a homeless shelter in the Bronx. 

We had just gone (in five years) from upwards of $100 Million to eviction from our home.  It has taken me this long to find myself again.  I have the ability to &quot;feel&quot; once again.  What a good feeling that is.  

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your posts just keep getting better, Mark!  So many of your words have hit home for me.  Twenty-five years ago, my daughter took me to a &#8220;meeting&#8221; in Geneva, Switzerland.  I saw a placard on the table that read, &#8220;We stick to our feelings while sharing.&#8221;  I started bawling.  I had no idea how I felt.  I was frozen.  A week later, I packed up whatever treasures that would fit in two suitcases, turned my back on life as I knew it, flew to Minnesota on a one-way ticket, and took refuge in the home of my sister.  My husband ended up a week later in a homeless shelter in the Bronx. </p>
<p>We had just gone (in five years) from upwards of $100 Million to eviction from our home.  It has taken me this long to find myself again.  I have the ability to &#8220;feel&#8221; once again.  What a good feeling that is.  </p>
<p>Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!</p>
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