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This site is dedicated to women and girls who are strong from all over the world. Somebody might say that they are unlucky but in fact most of people said that they are beautiful and having extra ordinary appeal... what do you think about it?
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There are numerous women and girls having physically different from others. Of course they face some difficulties doing their daily life because of their disabilities. However a lot of them can make it well, look fashionable, keep in high spirits, full of hope and optimism, hi confident against their challenges. Imagine that you were one them, and please say what your feeling.
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Uncounted Blessings
a poem by © Jill Wolf,
sent by Wendy Hinson
Whenever we gather together,
The words are not easy to find,
But love speaks a common language
When people have ties that bind.
We don't always say what we're feeling
As often as families should;
We don't count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they're understood.
We know that we're thankful for living
With the comfort of each other's care;
We're grateful for memories and stories,
And the jokes that our family shares.
We might leave a promise unspoken,
But we know that we're loyal and true;
We can count on companions through life,
In the sunshine and shadows, too.
We might show some special attention
To a stranger, acquaintance, or guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really love best.
These blessings can never be counted
Like money or gold dividends;
They can only be shared as the love
That exists when families are friends.
sent by Wendy Hinson
Whenever we gather together,
The words are not easy to find,
But love speaks a common language
When people have ties that bind.
We don't always say what we're feeling
As often as families should;
We don't count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they're understood.
We know that we're thankful for living
With the comfort of each other's care;
We're grateful for memories and stories,
And the jokes that our family shares.
We might leave a promise unspoken,
But we know that we're loyal and true;
We can count on companions through life,
In the sunshine and shadows, too.
We might show some special attention
To a stranger, acquaintance, or guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really love best.
These blessings can never be counted
Like money or gold dividends;
They can only be shared as the love
That exists when families are friends.
Monday, 2 June 2008
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