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This story came at great timing. Right in time for the fourth of July. This reminded me of my friends over seas and how hard it must be for them to adjust to facing death everyday.

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This story was very depressing. I can not say I liked it because I do not like anything depressing. But I will say it was good and it kept me interested. It was a huge reminder of how fragile life is. I can not imagine reading the story without looking at your own life. Family is all we have at the end of the day. Treat them good.

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It is hard to think bigger or outside of the box we live in. In order to dream big you don't need much except the little bit you have. To accomplish big things you have to want big things. As long as we aspire to be better than we are, we will grow into exactly what we desire.

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girls of a brownie troop instantly hate another brownie troop because of the way they look. It is a reminder that you can not judge a book by its cover.

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Family is a very important part of life. Even for those who do not have one. Family is something we long for, from birth till death. When were your we need family to teach us things bad or good. Or good from bad. When were older we create families or descendants and teach them things. We lose sight of how important family is and what the soul purpose of family is. Better to ignore the pain from a family and remember the growth our family provides.

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In this short story I find myself remember we all fight wars everyday. Some bigger than feuds between countries over oil or land. Not all wars must be fought or won with guns. The best way to have a peaceful life and to influence others to be peaceful is to be a peacful person.

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This poem reminded me of the story Huck Fin. It is a story set in the time of slavery that shows a boys commitment to help who he thinks is a runaway slave. Dispite knowing there is a reward for the slave named Jim he befriends him and helps him through countless obstacles till they learn of Jim is actualy a free man.

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Boats and boating--Equipment and supplies

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Reading this poem reminds me of what it means to be American. We came here to fulfil a dream that our ancestors had. I feel like they searched for a place to live the way they wanted and that was good for them. But their dream does not have to be ours. We can make what we want of our life. Being American is not about religious views or political standpoints. It is about chasing your dream no matter what it may be. That is why I am proud to be American.

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You never know what's going on in someone elses mind. We should all be caring of one another. Sometimes people feel trapped and they just need a way out. Sometimes people just need someone they can talk to or relate to.

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After reading The Doll House I kept thinking good people have the tendency to get caught up in bad things. But this does not make them bad people. It reminded me of this movie where Leonardo plays a kid who starts with a few harmless manipulation tactics and the spirals out of control becoming a wanted fugetive.

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An old saying comes to mind. Out of sight, out of mind. We never really understand what other people are going through. It is not till it is to late that we vocalise our regrets and wish we had done more. We should all be more caring and considerate for each other on the journey. Instead of of wishing we had been after it.

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A parent sees herself in her child. Wanting and hoping they will be everything they are not. With no question in their mind they strive to impress good values and morals into their children. Children are given the tools to be successful and amazing, but they still must figure out how to use these tools.

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We are reminded that life's beautiful experiences all come at a cost. Without the pain that Mother Nature gracefully inflicts we would never know the pleasure of not feeling that pain. Life is beautiful and perfect. But in the end it becomes unbearable when we always lose the things we love. A stirring storm is beautiful till its funnel touches down taking the things or people we love. The best things come at the greatest cost. Nothing last forever.