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		<title>The Wedding Gown that Made History</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Wedding Gown That Made History &#160;Lilly Friedman doesn&#39;t remember the last name of the woman who designed and sewed the wedding gown she wore when she walked down the aisle over 60 years ago. &#160;But the grandmother of seven does recall that when she first told her fianc� Ludwig that she had always dreamed [...]]]></description>
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			&nbsp;Lilly Friedman doesn&#39;t remember the last name of the woman who designed and sewed the wedding gown she wore when she walked down the aisle over 60 years ago. &nbsp;But the grandmother of seven does recall that when she first told her fianc</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;">�</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;"> Ludwig that she had always dreamed of being married in a white gown he realized he had his work cut out for him.<br />
			For the tall, lanky 21-year-old who had survived hunger, disease and torture this was a different kind of challenge. &nbsp;How was he ever going to find such a dress in the Bergen Belsen Displaced Person&#39;s camp where they felt grateful for the clothes on their backs?<br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			Fate would intervene in the guise of a former German pilot who walked into the food distribution center where Ludwig worked, eager to make a trade for his worthless parachute. &nbsp;In exchange for two pounds of coffee beans and a couple of packs of cigarettes Lilly would have her wedding gown. <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			For two weeks Miriam the seamstress worked under the curious eyes of her fellow DPs, carefully fashioning the six parachute panels into a simple, long sleeved gown with a rolled collar and a fitted waist that tied in the back with a bow. When the dress was completed she sewed the leftover material into a matching shirt for the groom.<br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			A white wedding gown may have seemed like a frivolous request in the surreal environment of the camps, but for Lilly the dress symbolized the innocent, normal life she and her family had once led before the world descended into madness. <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			Lilly and her siblings were raised in a Torah observant home in the small town of Zarica, Czechoslovakia where her father was a melamed, respected and well liked by the young yeshiva students he taught in nearby Irsheva. <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			He and his two sons were marked for extermination immediately upon arriving at Auschwitz . &nbsp;For Lilly and her sisters it was only their first stop on their long journey of persecution, which included Plashof, Neustadt, Gross Rosen and finally Bergen Belsen .<br />
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			&nbsp;Lilly Friedman and her parachute dress on display in the Bergen Belsen Museum</p>
<p>			Four hundred people marched 15 miles in the snow to the town of Celle on<br />
			January 27, 1946 to attend Lilly and Ludwig&#39;s wedding. &nbsp;The town synagogue, damaged and desecrated, had been lovingly renovated by the DPs with the meager materials available to them. &nbsp;When a Sefer Torah arrived from England they converted an old kitchen cabinet into a makeshift Aron Kodesh. <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			&quot;My sisters and I lost everything &#8211; our parents, our two brothers, our homes. The most important thing was to build a new home.&quot; <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			Six months later, Lilly&#39;s sister Ilona wore the dress when she married Max Traeger. &nbsp;After that came Cousin Rosie. &nbsp;How many brides wore Lilly&#39;s dress? &quot;I &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;stopped counting after 17.&quot; With the camps experiencing the highest marriage rate in the world, Lilly&#39;s gown was in great demand.<br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			In 1948, when President Harry Truman finally permitted the 100,000 Jews who had been languishing in DP camps since the end of the war to emigrate, the gown accompanied Lilly across the ocean to America. &nbsp;Unable to part with her dress, it lay at the bottom of her bedroom closet for the next 50 years, &quot;not even good enough for a garage sale. I was happy when it found such a good home.&quot; <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			Home was the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C. When Lily&#39;s niece, a volunteer, told museum officials about her aunt&#39;s dress, they immediately recognized its historical significance and displayed the gown in a specially designed showcase, guaranteed to preserve it for 500 years.<br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			But Lilly Friedman&#39;s dress had one more journey to make. Bergen Belsen, the museum, opened its doors on October 28, 2007. &nbsp;The German government invited Lilly and her sisters to be their guests for the grand opening. They initially declined, but finally traveled to Hanover the following year with their children, their grandchildren and extended families to view the extraordinary exhibit created for the wedding dress made from a parachute. <br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			Lilly&#39;s family, who were all familiar with the stories about the wedding in Celle, were eager to visit the synagogue. &nbsp;They found the building had been completely renovated and modernized. &nbsp;But when they pulled aside the handsome curtain they were astounded to find that the Aron Kodesh, made from a kitchen cabinet, had remained untouched as a testament to the profound faith of the survivors. &nbsp;As Lilly stood on the bimah once again she beckoned to her granddaughter, Jackie, to stand beside her where she was once a kallah. &nbsp;&quot;It was an emotional trip. &nbsp;We cried a lot.&quot;<br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			Two weeks later, the woman who had once stood trembling before the selective eyes of the infamous Dr. Josef Mengele returned home and witnessed the marriage of her granddaughter. <br />
			&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<wbr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />
			The three Lax sisters &#8211; Lilly, Ilona and Eva, who together survived Auschwitz, a forced labor camp, a death march and Bergen Belsen &#8211; have remained close and today live within walking distance of each other in Brooklyn. &nbsp;As mere teenagers, they managed to outwit and outlive a monstrous killing machine, then went on to marry, have children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and were ultimately honored by the country that had earmarked them for extinction.<br />
			&nbsp;<br />
			As young brides, they had stood underneath the chuppah and recited the blessings that their ancestors had been saying for thousands of years. &nbsp;In doing so, they chose to honor the legacy of those who had perished by choosing life. </wbr></wbr></wbr></span></div>
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		In Memorium<br />
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		&nbsp;In MEMORIAM &#8211; 63 YEARS LATER<br />
		It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended This &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;e-mail is being sent as a memorial chain, in memory of the six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated with the German and Russian peoples looking the other way!<br />
		Now, more than ever, with Iran &nbsp;and others, claiming the Holocaust to be &#39;a myth,&#39; it&#39;s imperative to make sure the world never forgets, because there are others who would like to do it again.<br />
		</span>&nbsp;<br />
		<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br />
		&nbsp;<br />
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		TAKE CARE-BE KIND</span></div>
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		<title>Why we Love Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 02:23:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Grandson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why We Love Children 1. A nursery school pupil told his teacher he&#39;d found a cat, but it was dead. &#39;How do you know that the cat was dead?&#39; she asked her pupil. &#39;Because I pissed in its ear and it didn&#39;t move,&#39; answered the child Innocently. &#39;You did WHAT?&#39; the teacher exclaimed in surprise. [...]]]></description>
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	<font color="black" face="arial" size="2"><b><font color="blue" face="Arial" size="5"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;">Why We Love Children<br />
	</span></font></b><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	1. A </span></font><font color="#1f497d" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-size: 13pt;">n</span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;">ursery school pupil told his teacher he&#39;d found a cat, but it<br />
	was dead.<br />
	&#39;How do you know that the cat was dead?&#39; she asked her pupil.<br />
	&#39;Because I pissed in its ear and it didn&#39;t move,&#39; answered the child<br />
	Innocently.<br />
	&#39;You did WHAT?&#39; the teacher exclaimed in surprise.<br />
	&#39;You know,&#39; explained the boy, &#39;I leaned over and went &#39;Pssst&#39; and it<br />
	didn&#39;t move&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="navy" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father. </p>
<p>	Five minutes later&#8230;..&#39;Da-ad&#8230;.&#39;<br />
	&#39;What?&#39;<br />
	&#39;I&#39;m thirsty. Can you bring a drink of water?&#39;<br />
	&#39;No, You had your chance. Lights out.&#39;<br />
	Five minutes later: &#39;Da-aaaad&#8230;..&#39;<br />
	&#39;WHAT?&#39;<br />
	&#39;I&#39;m THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??&#39;<br />
	&#39; I told you NO! If you ask again, I&#39;ll have to smack you!!&#39;<br />
	Five minutes later&#8230;&#8230;&#39;Daaaa-aaaad&#8230;..&#39;<br />
	&#39;WHAT!&#39;<br />
	&#39;When you come in to smack me, can you bring a drink of water?&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="red" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: red; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief,<br />
	finally asked him &#39;How do you expect to get into Heaven?&#39;<br />
	The boy thought it over and said, &#39;Well, I&#39;ll run in and out and in<br />
	and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, &#39;For Heaven&#39;s<br />
	sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!&#39;&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="blue" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	4. One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was<br />
	tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he<br />
	asked with a tremor in his voice, &#39;</span></font><font color="blue" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-size: 13pt;">Mum</span></font><font color="blue" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-size: 13pt;">my, will you sleep with me<br />
	tonight?&#39;<br />
	The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug.<br />
	&#39;I can&#39;t dear,&#39; she said. &#39;I have to sleep in Daddy&#39;s room.&#39;<br />
	A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice:<br />
	&#39;The big sissy.&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="purple" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: purple; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	5. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the<br />
	children&#39;s sermon.<br />
	All the children were invited to come forward.<br />
	One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat<br />
	down, the minister leaned over and said, &#39;That is a very pretty dress.<br />
	Is it your Easter Dress?&#39;<br />
	The little girl replied, directly into the minister&#39;s clip-on<br />
	microphone, &#39;Yes, and my </span></font><font color="purple" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: purple; font-size: 13pt;">Mum</span></font><font color="purple" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: purple; font-size: 13pt;"> says it&#39;s a bitch to iron.&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	6. When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year<br />
	old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the<br />
	shower.<br />
	She said, &#39;</span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;">Mum</span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;">my, you are getting fat!&#39;<br />
	I replied, &#39;Yes, honey, remember </span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;">Mum</span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;">my has a baby growing in her<br />
	tummy.&#39;<br />
	&#39;I know,&#39; she replied, but what&#39;s growing in your bum?&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="navy" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	7.. A little boy was doing his math homework.<br />
	He said to himself, &#39;Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. <br />
	Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine&#8230;.&#39;<br />
	His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, &#39;What are you doing?&#39;<br />
	The little boy answered, &#39;I&#39;m doing my math homework, </span></font><font color="navy" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy; font-size: 13pt;">Mum</span></font><font color="navy" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: navy; font-size: 13pt;">.&#39;<br />
	&#39;And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?&#39; the mother asked<br />
	&#39;Yes,&#39; he answered.<br />
	Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, &#39;What are you<br />
	teaching my son in math?&#39;<br />
	The teacher replied, &#39;Right now, we are learning addition.&#39;<br />
	The mother asked, &#39;And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that<br />
	son of a bitch is four?&#39;<br />
	After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, &#39;What I taught them<br />
	was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="red" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: red; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	8. One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken<br />
	Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken<br />
	Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, &#39;&#8230; and so Chicken Little<br />
	went up to the farmer and said, &#39;The sky is falling, the sky is<br />
	falling!&#39;<br />
	The teacher paused then asked the class, &#39;And what do you think that<br />
	farmer said?&#39;<br />
	One little girl raised her hand and said, &#39;I think he said:<br />
	&#39;Holy Shit! A talking chicken!&#39;&#39;<br />
	The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.<br />
	</span></font><font color="purple" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: purple; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	9. A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, I&#39;m Mr.<br />
	Sugarbrown&#39;s daughter.&#39;<br />
	Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, &#39;I&#39;m Jane<br />
	Sugarbrown.&#39;<br />
	The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, &#39;Aren&#39;t you Mr.<br />
	Sugarbrown&#39;s daughter?&#39;<br />
	She replied, &#39;I thought I was, but mother says I&#39;m not.&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="green" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: green; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	10. A little girl asked her mother, &#39;Can I go outside and play <br />
	with the boys?&#39;<br />
	Her mother replied, &#39;No, you can&#39;t play with the boys, they&#39;re <br />
	too rough.&#39;<br />
	The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked,<br />
	If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?&#39;<br />
	</span></font><font color="teal" face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: teal; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
	11. A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father.<br />
	She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut,<br />
	eating a snack cake The barber says to her, <br />
	&#39;Sweetheart, you&#39;re gonna get hair on your muffin..&#39;<br />
	She says, &#39;Yes, I know, and I&#39;m gonna get boobs too.&#39;<br />
	</span></font><b><font face="Arial" size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold;"><br />
	Now keep that smile on your face and pass it on to someone else!!</span></font></b><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></font></font></p>
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		<title>Burnt Biscuits</title>
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		<dc:creator>Grandson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits [...]]]></description>
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	When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner<br />
	every<br />
	now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made<br />
	breakfast after a long, hard day at work.</p>
<p>	On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage<br />
	and<br />
	extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see<br />
	if<br />
	anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at<br />
	my<br />
	mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don&#39;t remember what I told<br />
	him<br />
	that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on<br />
	that<br />
	biscuit and eat every bite!</p>
<p>
	When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom<br />
	apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I&#39;ll never forget what<br />
	he<br />
	said: &quot;Honey, I love burned biscuits.&quot;</p>
<p>
	Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if<br />
	he<br />
	really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,<br />
	&quot;Your<br />
	Momma put in a hard day at work today and she&#39;s real tired. And besides<br />
	- a<br />
	little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!&quot;</p>
<p>
	Life is full of imperfect things&#8230;..and imperfect people. I&#39;m not<br />
	the<br />
	best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just<br />
	like<br />
	everyone else. But what I&#39;ve learned over the years is that learning to<br />
	accept each others faults &#8211; and choosing to celebrate each others<br />
	differences &#8211; is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy,<br />
	growing, and lasting relationship.</p>
<p>
	And that&#39;s my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the<br />
	good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet<br />
	of<br />
	God. Because in the end, He&#39;s the only One who will be able to give you<br />
	a<br />
	relationship where a burnt biscuit isn&#39;t a deal-breaker!</p>
<p>
	We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is<br />
	the<br />
	base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or<br />
	siblings<br />
	or friendship!<br />
	&quot;Don&#39;t put the key to your happiness in someone else&#39;s pocket &#8211; keep<br />
	it<br />
	in your own.&quot;<br />
	God Bless You&#8230;.. Now, and Always&#8230;.</p>
<p>
	So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just<br />
	fine.!.!.!.! And PLEASE pass this along to someone who has enriched your<br />
	life&#8230; I just did!</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let&#8217;s ALL take a moment and do some exercises while at our desks. &#160;&#34;I love my job&#34;&#8230;all together now&#8230; and remember to smile. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160; I love my job &#160; [...]]]></description>
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<p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><b><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;">Let&#8217;s </span></font></b><b><font size="4"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;">ALL</span></font> <font color="black"><span style="color: black;">take</span></font></b><b><font color="black" size="4"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-weight: bold;"> </span></font></b><b><font size="4"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;">a moment and do some   exercises while at our desks. &nbsp;&quot;I love my job&quot;&#8230;all together   now&#8230; <font color="black"><span style="color: black;">and remember to smile.</span></font></span></font></b></p>
<p><img height="50" border="0" width="70" src="http://emailfromgrandma.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/i-love-my-job/image001.gif" alt="" /><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;   &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></font><img height="50" border="0" width="60" src="http://emailfromgrandma.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/i-love-my-job/image002.gif" alt="" /><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> &nbsp;   &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></font><img height="48" border="0" width="60" src="http://emailfromgrandma.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/i-love-my-job/image003.gif" alt="" /><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></font><img height="50" border="0" width="70" src="http://emailfromgrandma.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/i-love-my-job/image004.gif" alt="" /><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> &nbsp;<br />
I love my job &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<font color="navy"><span style="color: navy;">   &nbsp; </span></font></span></font><font face="Book Antiqua" color="blue"><span style="font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;; color: blue;">&nbsp; &nbsp; </span></font><font face="Arial" color="navy" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;">&nbsp;</span></font><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> &nbsp;I love my job &nbsp; &nbsp;<font color="navy"><span style="color: navy;"> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></font></span></font><font face="Book Antiqua" color="blue"><span style="font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;; color: blue;"> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></font><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"> &nbsp;I love my job &nbsp; &nbsp;   &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </span></font><font face="Book Antiqua" color="blue"><span style="font-family: &quot;Book Antiqua&quot;; color: blue;">&nbsp; &nbsp;</span></font><font face="Arial" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">I love my   job</span></font></p>
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