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Yes, from friends to brothers.
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I Take my hat off to you. You have found a treasure that money couldn't buy. I'm sure that this young man thanks God for you being in his life. Bless you.
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A marriage made in the kitchen
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Great, that is the feeling you need as we head into the Season
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Yep. he could and did
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She is one in a million
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One lucky guy who's heart was in the right place and had someone looking over him. Doesn't happen all of the time
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Yes and what appears to be a happy family of five, maybe a few more in the future
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You are welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it
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When Paul’s mom came out to greet us, Paul handed her a paper bag and whispered something in her ear. She opened the bag and took out one of the muffins. I looked at Paul, and he had a big grin on his face. “I didn’t see you do that.” “When you were taking your shower, I put the leftover muffin in the bag for Mom to try.” “You should warm that up before you try it. They are best right out of the oven, but also good warmed up.” She thanked Paul and me, leaving us to our coffee. I thou
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They are similar but no wrapping
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They are good, one of my favorites
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“Sleep well, Tim. We can talk more tomorrow after a good night’s sleep. Remember, we’ve snow to shovel tomorrow.” Chuckling, Paul left the room. In the morning, after I had showered and dressed, I went into the kitchen to see if I could help prepare breakfast. Paul’s mom was already there with a cup of coffee in her hand. “Would you like a cup of coffee, Tim?” “Yes, please, is there anything I can do to help you?” “Could you prepare Paul and your breakfast? I have to get to the shop
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I agree, the relationship between a believer and God is personal. We stand before Him one on one, not with a bevy of preachers behind us. the Bible, Old and New Testaments, are very clear on that. I would add these television preachers who are more Hollywood actors than true preachers of God. Reminds me of the disaster where a certain preacher refused to allow his church as a place of refuge. This,. is suppose to be, a man of God. I think it is important for children to understand the Bible as it relates to them. I had Bible study one hour a week while I was in high school. Family preacher was a good man, and helped me to understand that my soul is my responsibility. Sorry, you ticked a peeve of mine
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There are two more chapters to this story, you'll be surprised when you learn more about Paul's mom
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I have seen it and now so have you. These people who sit in those pews, listening to the words, underlined with love of man, and then they think because they are there, listening, they are the cream of the crop and everyone else comes from the other end of the cow. They turn my stomach. Sorry I got carried away
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I agree with you. I would like to see them in a universe where gay is normal and relationships between a man and woman where abnormal. Maybe a little of their own lesson, may help, may help., but not sure
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I think a mother could accept a gay son better than the father.
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I followed Paul as he turned onto a snowy sidewalk leading to a two-story home with a large front porch. The sidewalk and driveway were covered with snow. Paul looked at me and smiled. He stooped over as if he dropped something, and the next thing I saw was a snowball heading my way. I had to reciprocate, and a snowball battle ensued. I shivered a little, and Paul caught it. “Come on, let’s go inside and get warm.” I followed Paul into a laundry room, where he took off his coat and shoes. “Y
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So it goes but who is to blame, the parents or the teacher
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I hear you, many are hypocrites that use religion for their own gain.
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I agree, it would be harder to take that route. I liked this story, if an author could like his own story, because it showed that not all street boys are ruffians, or ignorant, and don't have manners or appreciate what help they can get. It's my opinion, that if someone helped a street boy, they would have a friend for life who would be willing to give their life for yours. In my travels, every boy I helped showed a level of appreciation that was beyond my expectations.
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Maybe and then maybe not
