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		<title>Comment on Have Wheels Will Travel by DARRELL</title>
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		<title>Comment on Birthday coming up by Maria</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 07:48:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Is it really possible to attach &#039;brain damage&#039; to someone you&#039;ve not seen yet, you&#039;ve not held, they&#039;ve taken away and told you hour by hour. I never believed that the &#039;abnormalities&#039; on my sons MRI would ever amount to anything - how could I be so naive? Do you know what, it doesn&#039;t matter! He&#039;s here, he&#039;s brought joy beyond anything I could imagine - No you could not have done anything to change it. Allow yourself anything you need, you were chosen as Harry&#039;s Mum because you would do the best job for him, you would love hm and care for him and make him happy. Sometimes that&#039;s harder than anyone could know, but look what you&#039;ve achieved because of it and all the people you&#039;ve helped, All bad things can be turned around for good! This goes to everyone who struggles, who asks why, could it have been different, if only,you are blessed - you can make a difference and it can be turned around for good.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Is it really possible to attach &#8216;brain damage&#8217; to someone you&#8217;ve not seen yet, you&#8217;ve not held, they&#8217;ve taken away and told you hour by hour. I never believed that the &#8216;abnormalities&#8217; on my sons MRI would ever amount to anything &#8211; how could I be so naive? Do you know what, it doesn&#8217;t matter! He&#8217;s here, he&#8217;s brought joy beyond anything I could imagine &#8211; No you could not have done anything to change it. Allow yourself anything you need, you were chosen as Harry&#8217;s Mum because you would do the best job for him, you would love hm and care for him and make him happy. Sometimes that&#8217;s harder than anyone could know, but look what you&#8217;ve achieved because of it and all the people you&#8217;ve helped, All bad things can be turned around for good! This goes to everyone who struggles, who asks why, could it have been different, if only,you are blessed &#8211; you can make a difference and it can be turned around for good.</p>
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		<title>Comment on In The Beginning by charlese</title>
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		<dc:creator>charlese</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:42:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>wonderful poem Thank you
Love the last 2 lines especially</description>
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Love the last 2 lines especially</p>
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		<title>Comment on In The Beginning by zaksmum</title>
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		<dc:creator>zaksmum</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 21:15:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My god, reading this was like reading the start of our own journey....I wrote a poem about our experience. Hope you like it....He’s my son. (By Margaret Hall)

You lie there. Unaware of the panic that now surrounds you.
Your head bobs with each compression. Yet still you lie there.
You make no noise, while inside I am screaming.
You have not yet been introduced, yet Daddy’s heart hurts with love.
I turn to him now, and wait…
The silence is unbearable. I wait…
A single tear runs slowly down his face. Yet still, I wait.
I cling to hope and faith and pray that soon the silence will stop.
You are fighting so hard, I can feel it.
You already bare the scars of a courageous war.
You are beautiful, perfect.
Don’t give up now.
Brave warriors join you in your battle.
They heard your silent calls for help.
They take you from this fear filled room
And surround you with warmth and your first glimmer of life.
Comforted by the machines that now support you,
We adapt to our new role as spectators of your fragile beginnings.
The rise and fall of your chest is addictive to watch
Not daring to look away, for fear it might stop.
Your leg starts to shake. My heart misses a beat.
You shake all over now, and an alarm sounds.
Once again your silence is heard
And the brave warriors return with unquestionable vigilance.
They fill your precious body with healing liquid
And you return to your silent post.
Days go by and slowly but surely your enemy shows signs of defeat
The rise and fall of your chest is fighting against the machines
And you inhale your first scent of life.
We are full of emotion as our skins touch for the first time
We cry and imprint this memory in our souls
We stare at this work of art, taking note of every line
Not wanting to forget a single moment.
There is cryptic talk of damage to your brain
I am sure that this must be wrong
It feels unreal and we look at you lying there so innocent
How can this angel be so perfect and have so much that is wrong.
The tears fill our eyes as your life is unveiled
And we hurt deep inside for the loss of a boy we once dreamt of
But here is this child so handsome and strong
Our purpose is clear, no more questions need asking
He is perfect, he is needed and loved, and most importantly
He’s my son.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My god, reading this was like reading the start of our own journey&#8230;.I wrote a poem about our experience. Hope you like it&#8230;.He’s my son. (By Margaret Hall)</p>
<p>You lie there. Unaware of the panic that now surrounds you.<br />
Your head bobs with each compression. Yet still you lie there.<br />
You make no noise, while inside I am screaming.<br />
You have not yet been introduced, yet Daddy’s heart hurts with love.<br />
I turn to him now, and wait…<br />
The silence is unbearable. I wait…<br />
A single tear runs slowly down his face. Yet still, I wait.<br />
I cling to hope and faith and pray that soon the silence will stop.<br />
You are fighting so hard, I can feel it.<br />
You already bare the scars of a courageous war.<br />
You are beautiful, perfect.<br />
Don’t give up now.<br />
Brave warriors join you in your battle.<br />
They heard your silent calls for help.<br />
They take you from this fear filled room<br />
And surround you with warmth and your first glimmer of life.<br />
Comforted by the machines that now support you,<br />
We adapt to our new role as spectators of your fragile beginnings.<br />
The rise and fall of your chest is addictive to watch<br />
Not daring to look away, for fear it might stop.<br />
Your leg starts to shake. My heart misses a beat.<br />
You shake all over now, and an alarm sounds.<br />
Once again your silence is heard<br />
And the brave warriors return with unquestionable vigilance.<br />
They fill your precious body with healing liquid<br />
And you return to your silent post.<br />
Days go by and slowly but surely your enemy shows signs of defeat<br />
The rise and fall of your chest is fighting against the machines<br />
And you inhale your first scent of life.<br />
We are full of emotion as our skins touch for the first time<br />
We cry and imprint this memory in our souls<br />
We stare at this work of art, taking note of every line<br />
Not wanting to forget a single moment.<br />
There is cryptic talk of damage to your brain<br />
I am sure that this must be wrong<br />
It feels unreal and we look at you lying there so innocent<br />
How can this angel be so perfect and have so much that is wrong.<br />
The tears fill our eyes as your life is unveiled<br />
And we hurt deep inside for the loss of a boy we once dreamt of<br />
But here is this child so handsome and strong<br />
Our purpose is clear, no more questions need asking<br />
He is perfect, he is needed and loved, and most importantly<br />
He’s my son.</p>
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