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      <description>Who I am </description>
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      <pubDate>2018-11-26 16:44:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Rebecca Andreea Nicoara. This is my birth name, yet I am called  by many. Born and raised in California, I grew there with my immigrant family around me. As soon as I moved to Georgia, I noticed that people love nick names. At first I did not know why, but then I realized it was not a bad thing. I did not just go by my given name, but by many. To my family, I am Becky, to my friends I am Rebecca. To my coworkers, I am Becca, yet to my grandfather, I am Andreea. My grandfather is a man of much wisdom, patience, and love. He gave my middle name, one he cherished and longed to give since he grew up in a family of boys. My mother gave each of her children Biblical names. My Older sister was given Esther, I was given Rebecca, and my younger sister Ruth. In our family, religion is important, and given that we were three sisters, we each got a Biblical name. Nicoara comes from my married name, given to me by Nathan, my husband. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Cultural Values </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>One of the cultural values I inherited from my family is the value of hard work.  Reflecting upon my mother’s work ethics previously discussed, I realized that my grandmother, grandfather, and their family was the exact same. Through stories of their hardships in Romania, I understood that their hard work came from their learnings of how to survive. In communist Romania, my family had to grow their own garden, make their own clothes, sew holes, cook, and so on. Their hard work made them into the people they are today, making me into the person I am today through their constant demonstration.The picture I chose is a picture of my mother’s family: My grandfather, grandmother, mother, Aunt Liliana, and Aunt Gabriella. This picture was taken inside of their small home, where they worked very hard throughout their lives. It is a reminder for me that I am both lucky and blessed to have inherited my cultural values. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Daily Practices </title>
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