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		<title>By: TreatmentTalk – Meet Barbara Theodosiou, Founder of The Addict&#39;s Mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>TreatmentTalk – Meet Barbara Theodosiou, Founder of The Addict&#39;s Mom</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] and have the freedom to share our pain without feeling the shame that often comes with having a child that is an addict. As the mother of two addicts, it has taken me four years to realize that I matter- that my life has [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Janene Dalton</title>
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		<dc:creator>Janene Dalton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One kind act can impact greatly</description>
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		<title>By: Liara Covert</title>
		<link>http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/comment-page-1/#comment-965</link>
		<dc:creator>Liara Covert</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 02:52:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tess, during undergrad university, I lived in a big city. I regularly encountered homeless people and decided to periodically give away my lunch. I always asked if they were alergic to what I had.  On different occasions since thn, I have given away my breakfast or something I sense is needed. When individuals make an effort to do something like play music or even wash car windows at an intersection, I give them something. Kind words and loving conversation are also more meaningful than many people realize. It is never about money. It is all about empathy and compassion. Guilt is an illusion some people create in the mind  It distracts from a refusal to feel and share love.  Fear and other negative energy invite conquering inside the self.  The Higher Spirit always comes to you with honor, and without shame.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liara Covert’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.dreambuilders.com.au/journal/2009/5/16/grasp-an-unfathomable-mystery.html&quot;&gt;Grasp an unfathomable mystery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tess, during undergrad university, I lived in a big city. I regularly encountered homeless people and decided to periodically give away my lunch. I always asked if they were alergic to what I had.  On different occasions since thn, I have given away my breakfast or something I sense is needed. When individuals make an effort to do something like play music or even wash car windows at an intersection, I give them something. Kind words and loving conversation are also more meaningful than many people realize. It is never about money. It is all about empathy and compassion. Guilt is an illusion some people create in the mind  It distracts from a refusal to feel and share love.  Fear and other negative energy invite conquering inside the self.  The Higher Spirit always comes to you with honor, and without shame.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Liara Covert’s last blog post..<a href="http://blog.dreambuilders.com.au/journal/2009/5/16/grasp-an-unfathomable-mystery.html">Grasp an unfathomable mystery</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Yum Yucky</title>
		<link>http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/comment-page-1/#comment-960</link>
		<dc:creator>Yum Yucky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 18:27:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nine times out of ten, I&#039;ll give. But guilt may come anyway if I feel I didn&#039;t give enough of what I had available. I don&#039;t carry much cash around, usually less than $10, so *most* of the time I give all I have - the extra few dollars given won&#039;t make or break me for that day anyway.

I also give food. I came out of pizza shop once and gave a man 2 slices, but he was immediately scolded by a worker that told him to stop begging.  

How old do you think this girl is? 18, 19?

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yum Yucky’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Yumyucky/~3/Rdb5dj7sQDw/keen-advice-for-the-arse-in-your-life.html&quot;&gt;Keen Advice for the Arse in Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nine times out of ten, I&#8217;ll give. But guilt may come anyway if I feel I didn&#8217;t give enough of what I had available. I don&#8217;t carry much cash around, usually less than $10, so *most* of the time I give all I have &#8211; the extra few dollars given won&#8217;t make or break me for that day anyway.</p>
<p>I also give food. I came out of pizza shop once and gave a man 2 slices, but he was immediately scolded by a worker that told him to stop begging.  </p>
<p>How old do you think this girl is? 18, 19?</p>
<p><abbr><em>Yum Yucky’s last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Yumyucky/~3/Rdb5dj7sQDw/keen-advice-for-the-arse-in-your-life.html">Keen Advice for the Arse in Your Life</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Hilary</title>
		<link>http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/comment-page-1/#comment-948</link>
		<dc:creator>Hilary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 23:46:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Tess .. that&#039;s a humbling photo .. and I&#039;m certain a great many people with absolutely nothing have so much to offer .. it&#039;s just so difficult for them at that point in their lives .. everything becomes defended .. there are no explanations logical that can help them .. they&#039;ve so sadly become embroiled in an enormous hole.  I admire those that come out .. crawl out, struggle out, win out .. she looks so down.

Your readers comments are so salient too ...  I look forward to the day when I&#039;m free and have more cash to actually make an impact on the lives of the homeless - so many worthy people do so much, I would like to support their ranks ..

Thanks for highlighting her plight .. I do hope her soul is rescued ..
Hilary Melton-Butcher
Positive Letters

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilary’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://positiveletters.blogspot.com/2009/05/journey-of-surprises.html&quot;&gt;A journey of surprises ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Tess .. that&#8217;s a humbling photo .. and I&#8217;m certain a great many people with absolutely nothing have so much to offer .. it&#8217;s just so difficult for them at that point in their lives .. everything becomes defended .. there are no explanations logical that can help them .. they&#8217;ve so sadly become embroiled in an enormous hole.  I admire those that come out .. crawl out, struggle out, win out .. she looks so down.</p>
<p>Your readers comments are so salient too &#8230;  I look forward to the day when I&#8217;m free and have more cash to actually make an impact on the lives of the homeless &#8211; so many worthy people do so much, I would like to support their ranks ..</p>
<p>Thanks for highlighting her plight .. I do hope her soul is rescued ..<br />
Hilary Melton-Butcher<br />
Positive Letters</p>
<p><abbr><em>Hilary’s last blog post..<a href="http://positiveletters.blogspot.com/2009/05/journey-of-surprises.html">A journey of surprises &#8230;</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Tess  The Bold Life</title>
		<link>http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/comment-page-1/#comment-939</link>
		<dc:creator>Tess  The Bold Life</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 16:26:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Karin,
I&#039;ve never thought of the business cards from shelters. what a great idea! If I could do it again I would have turned around, stopped on the side of the expressway and at the very least spoken to her. Thanks for being you and sharing generous self with us today!

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tess  The Bold Life’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/&quot;&gt;Somebody’s Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Karin,<br />
I&#8217;ve never thought of the business cards from shelters. what a great idea! If I could do it again I would have turned around, stopped on the side of the expressway and at the very least spoken to her. Thanks for being you and sharing generous self with us today!</p>
<p><abbr><em>Tess  The Bold Life’s last blog post..<a href="http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/">Somebody’s Daughter</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Tess  The Bold Life</title>
		<link>http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/comment-page-1/#comment-938</link>
		<dc:creator>Tess  The Bold Life</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 16:24:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Chania Girl,
I think you and your fiance have are doing wonderful things. It doesn&#039;t matter how much we give or whom we choose to give it too. It&#039;s the giving that counts. I don&#039;t judge it. We either are adding to the world or taking from it. I admire you both for making a difference any way you choose. I am grateful to be your blogging buddy.

Sahnkar,
Thanks for your wonderful compliments. Yes you and I are very alike and I appreciate you stopping by. It&#039;s difficult to make suggestions on how others can give. I only know what&#039;s right for me. 

Personally I&#039;m a people person and like to do hands on things. I like to do things like work at soup kitchens, clean up after hurricanes, teach English etc. Each moment we are giving out of love touches some one and means more than we ever know.

Janice,
What a wonderful organization you have and how blessed they are to have you. Doesn&#039;t it feel great to give out of love? Eddie came across your path for a reason and you were ready and willing to step up to the plate and make a difference.

Kristy,

I believe also that a smile, a kind word anything...can make the world a more loving place. I&#039;m amazingly honored to have you share your thoughts. 

Suzi,
Your child welfare? Sounds like their system works well! Welcoming these teens in your home is incredible! 

You are right it can happen to any of us at anytime. I also believe we are stronger because of our difficulties in life. Especially if we learned of them. Thanks for your long comment, for being the person you are and caring enough to share with us!

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tess  The Bold Life’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/&quot;&gt;Somebody’s Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Chania Girl,<br />
I think you and your fiance have are doing wonderful things. It doesn&#8217;t matter how much we give or whom we choose to give it too. It&#8217;s the giving that counts. I don&#8217;t judge it. We either are adding to the world or taking from it. I admire you both for making a difference any way you choose. I am grateful to be your blogging buddy.</p>
<p>Sahnkar,<br />
Thanks for your wonderful compliments. Yes you and I are very alike and I appreciate you stopping by. It&#8217;s difficult to make suggestions on how others can give. I only know what&#8217;s right for me. </p>
<p>Personally I&#8217;m a people person and like to do hands on things. I like to do things like work at soup kitchens, clean up after hurricanes, teach English etc. Each moment we are giving out of love touches some one and means more than we ever know.</p>
<p>Janice,<br />
What a wonderful organization you have and how blessed they are to have you. Doesn&#8217;t it feel great to give out of love? Eddie came across your path for a reason and you were ready and willing to step up to the plate and make a difference.</p>
<p>Kristy,</p>
<p>I believe also that a smile, a kind word anything&#8230;can make the world a more loving place. I&#8217;m amazingly honored to have you share your thoughts. </p>
<p>Suzi,<br />
Your child welfare? Sounds like their system works well! Welcoming these teens in your home is incredible! </p>
<p>You are right it can happen to any of us at anytime. I also believe we are stronger because of our difficulties in life. Especially if we learned of them. Thanks for your long comment, for being the person you are and caring enough to share with us!</p>
<p><abbr><em>Tess  The Bold Life’s last blog post..<a href="http://theboldlife.com/2009/05/somebodys-daughter/">Somebody’s Daughter</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Karin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 14:49:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>one idea i was given long ago and have tried to stick to is to always have an extra bottle of water in the car and some type of snack that doesn&#039;t go bad or melt like granola bars or peanut butter/cheese crackers.  then you are helping to feed that person, but not giving them money which may or may not be used to buy drugs and alcohol.  i think in a situation like this, where it is a young girl, i would feel obliged to stop and try to get her to a shelter.  unfortunately,  most of the time the people who are begging are potentially dangerous and as a single woman usually travelling alone in my car i don&#039;t feel safe to pick them up or even get out and have a conversation with them.  it is also a good idea to have some business cards of the local shelter to hand out so as to at least try to direct that person to a spot where they can get a hand up, as someone said.... and not just a handout.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>one idea i was given long ago and have tried to stick to is to always have an extra bottle of water in the car and some type of snack that doesn&#8217;t go bad or melt like granola bars or peanut butter/cheese crackers.  then you are helping to feed that person, but not giving them money which may or may not be used to buy drugs and alcohol.  i think in a situation like this, where it is a young girl, i would feel obliged to stop and try to get her to a shelter.  unfortunately,  most of the time the people who are begging are potentially dangerous and as a single woman usually travelling alone in my car i don&#8217;t feel safe to pick them up or even get out and have a conversation with them.  it is also a good idea to have some business cards of the local shelter to hand out so as to at least try to direct that person to a spot where they can get a hand up, as someone said&#8230;. and not just a handout.</p>
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		<title>By: Suzi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suzi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 14:30:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have not seen a child on a street corner before ... mostly just the same, few ragged men, and a couple women.  In our area, the homeless children are much more covert, as child welfare service will pick them up very quickly and they will disappear into the social services network.  I know a few of them through my high school age children, and they know that they are welcome to have a meal with my family, and I have given away coats, and hats and blankets, and a couple have slept on my sofa.  They know I will not give a hand out, but they also know that I am the first person that will offer resources for them to make their situation better, for real.

It is difficult to see these people, no matter their age.  However, I DO NOT feel guilty!  I spent 18 years of my life living on the very edge that financial situation.  I know how hard it is to be there, and I know how hard it is to get out of it!  What I feel now is EMPATHY.   I do not give them cash.  I will give them things, or drive them to resources that can really help them.  Street performers I do not mind giving cash, they are earning it.  If someone were to come to my door and want to cut my grass, I will pay them for it, even though my finances are still tight.  During my difficult times, I did NOT want to be given a hand out!  I wanted the opportunity to earn my way!

I once saw a man with a &quot;will work for food&quot; sign, and asked him if he was serious ... he said yes, so I got him to go with me, and I took him to some one I knew and got him a job, with a real company, that paid a real wage ... the first day, he left for lunch and never came back!

I live daily with a fear that my job will some how slip away from me, and that I might find myself there again, though my employment is somewhat more secure than many others right now.  But, I know that if I were to find myself in dire straights again, I would be able to handle it ... I have experience, I have a renewed esteem, I have different resources, and I have knowledge and confidence that I would rebound again!  I would once again be a stronger, more compassionate person for whatever experience God allows me to have!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have not seen a child on a street corner before &#8230; mostly just the same, few ragged men, and a couple women.  In our area, the homeless children are much more covert, as child welfare service will pick them up very quickly and they will disappear into the social services network.  I know a few of them through my high school age children, and they know that they are welcome to have a meal with my family, and I have given away coats, and hats and blankets, and a couple have slept on my sofa.  They know I will not give a hand out, but they also know that I am the first person that will offer resources for them to make their situation better, for real.</p>
<p>It is difficult to see these people, no matter their age.  However, I DO NOT feel guilty!  I spent 18 years of my life living on the very edge that financial situation.  I know how hard it is to be there, and I know how hard it is to get out of it!  What I feel now is EMPATHY.   I do not give them cash.  I will give them things, or drive them to resources that can really help them.  Street performers I do not mind giving cash, they are earning it.  If someone were to come to my door and want to cut my grass, I will pay them for it, even though my finances are still tight.  During my difficult times, I did NOT want to be given a hand out!  I wanted the opportunity to earn my way!</p>
<p>I once saw a man with a &#8220;will work for food&#8221; sign, and asked him if he was serious &#8230; he said yes, so I got him to go with me, and I took him to some one I knew and got him a job, with a real company, that paid a real wage &#8230; the first day, he left for lunch and never came back!</p>
<p>I live daily with a fear that my job will some how slip away from me, and that I might find myself there again, though my employment is somewhat more secure than many others right now.  But, I know that if I were to find myself in dire straights again, I would be able to handle it &#8230; I have experience, I have a renewed esteem, I have different resources, and I have knowledge and confidence that I would rebound again!  I would once again be a stronger, more compassionate person for whatever experience God allows me to have!</p>
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		<title>By: Kristy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 11:34:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I pass a homeless person, usually the first thought that crosses my mind is &#039;what&#039;s their story.&#039;  Afterall, everyone has a story.  I feel some guilt but usually I am overwhelm with compassion and a reminder to give back--i.e. money, volunteering, prayers, a hug, a conversation, a water etc.  I truely believe I have a social responsibility to do unto others I&#039;d have done unto me.  I have no crystal ball of what my future holds.  Homelessness could happen to anyone these days; there is no exclusion.  However, I am reminded of how important it is to be grateful to have food, clothes, and shelter (our basic needs).  I can make a difference.  All it takes is a small gesture, a small act of kindness--whether a dollar, a water, or a smile.  I believe those all can make a difference.   If anything, that woman is reminded we are all human and someone cares.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I pass a homeless person, usually the first thought that crosses my mind is &#8216;what&#8217;s their story.&#8217;  Afterall, everyone has a story.  I feel some guilt but usually I am overwhelm with compassion and a reminder to give back&#8211;i.e. money, volunteering, prayers, a hug, a conversation, a water etc.  I truely believe I have a social responsibility to do unto others I&#8217;d have done unto me.  I have no crystal ball of what my future holds.  Homelessness could happen to anyone these days; there is no exclusion.  However, I am reminded of how important it is to be grateful to have food, clothes, and shelter (our basic needs).  I can make a difference.  All it takes is a small gesture, a small act of kindness&#8211;whether a dollar, a water, or a smile.  I believe those all can make a difference.   If anything, that woman is reminded we are all human and someone cares.</p>
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