tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post113808858044952997..comments2023-10-22T16:14:20.639+02:00Comments on CafeDA: The Ragpicker ChildUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138213043490228882006-01-25T19:17:00.000+01:002006-01-25T19:17:00.000+01:00Lindsay our dear polymath..Your poem is wonderful....Lindsay our dear polymath..<BR/><BR/>Your poem is wonderful. Trust and love, two ingredients for a succesful kitchen of the soul..<BR/><BR/>Thank you PT, that is very kind..<BR/><BR/>Julian thx for your kind comments.<BR/><BR/>I hope we will evolve during my current life Gary. It would be comforting to see the world a little better when we pass away..<BR/><BR/>That was a wonderful and very inspiring story Tina. It makes me think twice before just walking by people in need. Thanks for sharing.<BR/><BR/>I share your worries PT but sure hope Gary's right. I do see some worldwide initiatives to stop poverty and so on so I too am hopeful:-)<BR/><BR/>Looks like you didn't read it at all Datingmaster. Let me help you out: http://cafeda.blogspot.com/2006/01/having-tv-in-bedroom-halves-your-sex.htmlDAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03081526684421864224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138212387346708632006-01-25T19:06:00.000+01:002006-01-25T19:06:00.000+01:00Thx Vee, Angevoix and Kathleen.Thank you Worried. ...Thx Vee, Angevoix and Kathleen.<BR/><BR/>Thank you Worried. Sometimes it is easier to relate to the people abroad than to the onces we see every day. I wonder what that is, fear of letting it get to close and get hurt or seeing your own shortcomings..For me many times it is both I guess..DAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03081526684421864224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138170809318876872006-01-25T07:33:00.000+01:002006-01-25T07:33:00.000+01:00Hubby, BabyGirl and I spent all day on Sunday visi...Hubby, BabyGirl and I spent all day on Sunday visiting with his 88 yr old grandmother who lives about 2 hrs north of us in a Cleveland suburb. On the way to her house we needed to fill the car up with gas, and while hopping back on the highway we saw a woman in a tattered coat holding up a cardboard sign begging for money. We watch car after car drive past her as if she didn't even exist. Without saying a word, I looked at my husband and he already knew what to do... he turned around, went back to the gas station, bought her some bottled water, a loaf of bread, a bag of chips, and three cans of soup. We had to pull our car over so Hubby could walk this over to her, but she accepted our food, and gave my husband a hug and as we drove past her we could see she was crying... but so were we. I know it's not much, but we have our 3yr old in the car. If we don't show her by example that we need to help people who desperately need help, how will she ever learn and what hope is there for our future?Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08472987991553964064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138169133871189502006-01-25T07:05:00.000+01:002006-01-25T07:05:00.000+01:00There is no good reason for children to be without...There is no good reason for children to be without food, shelter, safety and love in this world. Until we end that, we will not have evolved as a species...<BR/><BR/>Thanks for this Dimitri.Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15148485566444804108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138161916843861922006-01-25T05:05:00.000+01:002006-01-25T05:05:00.000+01:00Very touching.Very touching.JBluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00963391797951125445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138147925167926002006-01-25T01:12:00.000+01:002006-01-25T01:12:00.000+01:00Hi DAI could not think of a more beautiful poem or...Hi DA<BR/><BR/>I could not think of a more beautiful poem or attempt to ever express it in such an eloquent way.<BR/> <BR/>I can’t think of what to say, so I have reverted to my own attempt at poetry in response. <BR/> <BR/><BR/>The dream of the child from a mother’s rich dust <BR/>The dust of her dreaming from a poet we trust <BR/>Inspires deep within in us a mind to be kind <BR/>A reverent mind for a child of mankind <BR/><BR/>The earth’s agony is hot winds from our sun <BR/>A human dominion but no freedom has won <BR/>The power and glory and what we all seek<BR/>To tame mother earth to be at our feet <BR/> <BR/>A truth is the eyes of the heart of a stone <BR/>To see the life cycle and leave it alone <BR/>Awaken a new dreaming to come in our mind <BR/>Consciousness gathers a new thinking to find <BR/><BR/>To trust one another, a new progress to make <BR/>To love one another for that poets child sakelindsaylobehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16774918551798647046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138143485064799452006-01-24T23:58:00.000+01:002006-01-24T23:58:00.000+01:00Re: this and the previous post. An amazing and rev...Re: this and the previous post. An amazing and revealing experience for both of you, and for those here who shared your experience via your posts.<BR/>Too many people are isolated within their own countries and communities and although they feel compassion for the terrible stories they hear and read on the news, it is difficult for them to relate on a personal basis and to truly view the "foreigners" as real people. <BR/>But when we are in the midst of the foreigners, interact with them, experience their culture and their lives, we see them not only as real people but as brothers and sisters in the human family. Then they are not foreign at all.<BR/>Thank you for your descriptive post and the beautiful poem, for allowing us to share your experience by proxy.Worried Americanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15025693881754554346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138126318159226922006-01-24T19:11:00.000+01:002006-01-24T19:11:00.000+01:00Wonderful.Wonderful.Kathleen Callonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08119999393761827826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138118808360839712006-01-24T17:06:00.000+01:002006-01-24T17:06:00.000+01:00Beautiful.Beautiful.voixd'angehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03999151450694973251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17915403.post-1138114073898336872006-01-24T15:47:00.000+01:002006-01-24T15:47:00.000+01:00What a poem. It brought tears to my eyes.What a poem. It brought tears to my eyes.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05458682903433069765noreply@blogger.com