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	<title>Comments on: Riding in the Rain</title>
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		<title>By: Crystal Guderian</title>
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		<dc:creator>Crystal Guderian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:26:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As a walker rather than a rider. I have a pedestrian view of the rain. I never move fast enough to get injured from my own speed but I am keenly aware of the speed of others. In the rain as with the painful experiences of life; much of the discomfort comes from what others are doing as they drive by. Having showered in the puddle splashed up by a passing car or truck, I have to remind myself that they didn&#039;t plan to spray me with muddy water. More often than not the suffering that is splashed on me is not intended for me but simply a conequence of being close to those who are traveling by a different method. I&#039;m learning to lean to the inside of the sidewalk and forgive the ignorance of those who don&#039;t even know I am there.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a walker rather than a rider. I have a pedestrian view of the rain. I never move fast enough to get injured from my own speed but I am keenly aware of the speed of others. In the rain as with the painful experiences of life; much of the discomfort comes from what others are doing as they drive by. Having showered in the puddle splashed up by a passing car or truck, I have to remind myself that they didn&#8217;t plan to spray me with muddy water. More often than not the suffering that is splashed on me is not intended for me but simply a conequence of being close to those who are traveling by a different method. I&#8217;m learning to lean to the inside of the sidewalk and forgive the ignorance of those who don&#8217;t even know I am there.</p>
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		<title>By: Jason Tokarchuk</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jason Tokarchuk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:15:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Joe,

good stuff bro. I don&#039;t ride a motorcycle (unless it&#039;s piggyback with you), but it&#039;s true that God teaches us through adversity. Miss ya.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Joe,</p>
<p>good stuff bro. I don&#8217;t ride a motorcycle (unless it&#8217;s piggyback with you), but it&#8217;s true that God teaches us through adversity. Miss ya.</p>
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