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Have You Been Double Crossed Today?

What would happen if you just chose to be happy?

I wrote the post below, and since then I have been thinking it sounds just like Mandy Evans. Mandy is in my links.

I’ve done a lot of things, Therapy for seventeen years, Recovery for eighteen plus years, self-improvement, all sorts of school, the Priesthood, marriage, living with someone, being homeless – - voluntarily and involuntarily… . Then I met Mandy. After I met Mandy I was happy no matter what I did. Even being sad I was happy. Being angry I was happy, but I got angry a lot less often.

Mandy will shift the credit for what she does somewhere else, but for one brief, shining moment I want her to get credit for what she brings to the world. I visit her site and find the peace I need when I need recharging.

I have many strong women in my life, and Mandy is among them. I’m happy she is.

Thank you Mandy.

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Okay,
Father Luke

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Filed under: Uncategorized — Written by Father Luke at 5:30 pm on Wednesday, October 4th, 2006

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laine goes like this...

Friday, October 13th, 2006

thanks faddah, for the link.

her philosophy is very similar to mine, but i was never able to verbalize it like she has. the tools she offers in her book will help me to share this thinking with the people in my life.

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