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	<title>Comments on: THEY NEED YOU!</title>
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		<title>By: Ms. Lakisah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ms. Lakisah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 14:16:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a great story!  I grew up in a two-parent household and being the youngest, I was definitely a daddy&#039;s girl.  Lol...I remember him even sitting with me and watching cartoons together.  As I got older, he became a very strict disciplinarian with me. Wouldn&#039;t let me use the phone, couldn&#039;t have any company over, and dating was out of the question (my mom gave me some wiggle room to do those things without him knowing lol).  For years, I thought he was the meanest dude.  He didn&#039;t understand that I wanted to normal things like everyone else my age.  As I&#039;ve grown older, I see why he was so tough on me.  The same kids that I wanted to do normal things with ended up being parents before they even graduated high school and some never got the chance to go to college or travel outside of the city.  I never understood the lessons that he taught me when I was younger.  Now, I honestly get and I&#039;m thankful.  We haven&#039;t had the best relationship and we still disagree on some things from time to time(he still doesn&#039;t want me to date and I&#039;m 28 LMAO) and I&#039;ve learned to agree to disagree with him.  Because of my mom and dad, I got both sides of the spectrum and a balanced outlook on life and relationships.  Lol...my fam thinks that I&#039;m his favorite because they claim that he&#039;ll drop everything for me but I don&#039;t pay them any mind.  I&#039;ve realized that no matter how grown I become, I&#039;ll always be daddy&#039;s little girl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a great story!  I grew up in a two-parent household and being the youngest, I was definitely a daddy&#8217;s girl.  Lol&#8230;I remember him even sitting with me and watching cartoons together.  As I got older, he became a very strict disciplinarian with me. Wouldn&#8217;t let me use the phone, couldn&#8217;t have any company over, and dating was out of the question (my mom gave me some wiggle room to do those things without him knowing lol).  For years, I thought he was the meanest dude.  He didn&#8217;t understand that I wanted to normal things like everyone else my age.  As I&#8217;ve grown older, I see why he was so tough on me.  The same kids that I wanted to do normal things with ended up being parents before they even graduated high school and some never got the chance to go to college or travel outside of the city.  I never understood the lessons that he taught me when I was younger.  Now, I honestly get and I&#8217;m thankful.  We haven&#8217;t had the best relationship and we still disagree on some things from time to time(he still doesn&#8217;t want me to date and I&#8217;m 28 LMAO) and I&#8217;ve learned to agree to disagree with him.  Because of my mom and dad, I got both sides of the spectrum and a balanced outlook on life and relationships.  Lol&#8230;my fam thinks that I&#8217;m his favorite because they claim that he&#8217;ll drop everything for me but I don&#8217;t pay them any mind.  I&#8217;ve realized that no matter how grown I become, I&#8217;ll always be daddy&#8217;s little girl.</p>
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		<title>By: Glen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Glen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 17:11:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great story and when I hear it I wish I had grown up in a house with two parents but I did not and sometimes I think about how that affected my decision making as an adult.

I think it is important for children to know they are loved by both parents and that only comes from time served.  Just like men need to be there for their children women need to ease up on the venom and allow the man to be the man without having to walk through a minefield of bitterness.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great story and when I hear it I wish I had grown up in a house with two parents but I did not and sometimes I think about how that affected my decision making as an adult.</p>
<p>I think it is important for children to know they are loved by both parents and that only comes from time served.  Just like men need to be there for their children women need to ease up on the venom and allow the man to be the man without having to walk through a minefield of bitterness.</p>
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		<title>By: TR</title>
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		<dc:creator>TR</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 18:24:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a sweet story! I get jealous at those who had their father&#039;s in their lives. I never had it and I&#039;ve always felt like something was missing in my life. And the sad thing is, he lives in the same city as me, and never tries to come by and see how my sister and I are doing. No birthday cards and he doesn&#039;t even know his grandkids.

Fellas, you have to earn the title of &quot;father&quot; or &quot;dad&quot;. You have to be there for your children. Teach them right from wrong. Go to their plays or recitals. Be that man that they could look up too. Love them and take care of them. Nothing is more important than your family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a sweet story! I get jealous at those who had their father&#8217;s in their lives. I never had it and I&#8217;ve always felt like something was missing in my life. And the sad thing is, he lives in the same city as me, and never tries to come by and see how my sister and I are doing. No birthday cards and he doesn&#8217;t even know his grandkids.</p>
<p>Fellas, you have to earn the title of &#8220;father&#8221; or &#8220;dad&#8221;. You have to be there for your children. Teach them right from wrong. Go to their plays or recitals. Be that man that they could look up too. Love them and take care of them. Nothing is more important than your family.</p>
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