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	<title>Comments on: starvin&#8217;</title>
	<link>http://www.dcruzin.com/2007/08/11/starvin/</link>
	<description>musings on photography, travel, God and just  life</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 22:16:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: rjgintrepid</title>
		<link>http://www.dcruzin.com/2007/08/11/starvin/#comment-14</link>
		<dc:creator>rjgintrepid</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember when I was little and I had to go through allergy testing.  They would lay me facedown on a table and make a grid on my back. Each square on the grid would then be pricked by a different allergen, and I would have to try and stay still while my back erupted in red, itchy blotches.  And all I could think about was my birth mother, who had died from an allergic reaction.  I wasn't allowed to have milk or peanuts or all sorts of things for a few years because they thought that I would develop allergies like her.  &lt;br/&gt;How we respond to tragedy has lasting implications not only on our lives but on others.  The example of my dad and how he coped with my mother's death is a constant inspiration to me. Likewise, your story, and the life of your brother, has a positive impact on everyone you share it with.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember when I was little and I had to go through allergy testing.  They would lay me facedown on a table and make a grid on my back. Each square on the grid would then be pricked by a different allergen, and I would have to try and stay still while my back erupted in red, itchy blotches.  And all I could think about was my birth mother, who had died from an allergic reaction.  I wasn&#8217;t allowed to have milk or peanuts or all sorts of things for a few years because they thought that I would develop allergies like her.  <br />How we respond to tragedy has lasting implications not only on our lives but on others.  The example of my dad and how he coped with my mother&#8217;s death is a constant inspiration to me. Likewise, your story, and the life of your brother, has a positive impact on everyone you share it with.</p>
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