<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:48:07.927-08:00</updated><category term='African American'/><category term='education'/><category term='business'/><category term='children'/><category term='God'/><category term='fulfillment'/><category term='economy'/><category term='fatherless'/><category term='change'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='principles'/><category term='morals'/><category term='pwner'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='angels'/><category term='values'/><category term='inspriations'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='baby'/><category term='marijuana'/><category term='enrichment'/><category term='spiritutal'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='family'/><category term='youth'/><category term='pain'/><category term='billions'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='prostitution'/><category term='standards'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='living'/><category term='mother'/><category term='robbery'/><category term='love'/><category term='opportunities'/><title type='text'>All I'm Saying</title><subtitle type='html'>All I'm Saying is dedicated to breaking barriers and cycles that prevent African Americans from progressing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-8125545720517606773</id><published>2010-08-31T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:10:55.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You BUSY? ~Author Unknown~</title><content type='html'>Satan called a worldwide convention.  In his opening address to his evil/dark angels, he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't keep the Christians from going to church.  We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth.  We can't even keep them from forming an intimate, abiding relationshiop in Christ.  If they gain&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken.  So, let them go their churches.  Let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can't gain that relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want you to do angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shall we do this? Shouted his angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep them busy in the nonessentials of life and invent numerable schemes to occupy their minds he answered.Tempt them to spend, spend, spend and borrow, borrow, borrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persuade the wives to go to work for long hoursand the husbands to work 6-7 days a week, 10-12 hours a day so they can afford their empy lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep them from spending time with their children. As their family fragments, soon, their home will offer no escape from the pressures of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-stimulate their minds so they can not hear that small still voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entice them to play the radio or cd player whenever they drive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to keep the tv, dvd, cds and their PCs constantly in their homes. And see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers.  Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invade their driving moments with billboards.  Flood their mailboxes with junkmail, mail order catalogues, sweepstakes and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering, free product services and false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep skinny or phat beautiful models on the magazines so the husbands will believe that external beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives.  That will fragment those families quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in their recreation, let them be excessive.  Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted, and unprepared for the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep them from going out in nature to reflect on God's wonders.  Send them to parties, amusement parks, sporting events, concerts, and movies instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep them busy busy busy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, let them be involved in soul winning.  But crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they will be working off their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause. It will work! It will work!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a convention.  And the evil/dark angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get busy busy busy rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the question is: has the devil been successful at his scheme? You be the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take heed of the message this brings:&lt;br /&gt;B -Being&lt;br /&gt;U- Under&lt;br /&gt;S- Satan's&lt;br /&gt;Y- Yoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BECAUSE GOD IS WITH US WE NEED NOT FEAR WHAT IS AHEAD OF US. LET GOD CONTROL YOUR SCHEDULE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-8125545720517606773?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8125545720517606773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-busy-author-unknown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/8125545720517606773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/8125545720517606773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-busy-author-unknown.html' title='Are You BUSY? ~Author Unknown~'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-3815094653224446490</id><published>2010-03-25T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:32:14.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My first time meeting this guy, I was able to hear the dialogue between him and his 5 year old daughter. It went a little something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dad's cell phone rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad: Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter: Daddy...I need you to come back around here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad: I'm gone and I'm not coming back around there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter: But I need you to bring me some money...the ice cream truck is around here and I'm broke, my mother is broke, my uncle is broke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad: Am I broke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter: No daddy, you're not broke...that's why I need you to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad: But I am broke...I just took you shopping; just paid $1000 for your tennis camp and $600 for regular camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter...but...daddy...you bought them clothes for the summer. What is this...what is this...these people laughing at me daddy...I'm broke, my mother is broke, my uncle is broke...I need you to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daddy: Hey listen, them people laughing ain't about nothing...*daughter in the background, y*all can laugh all you want*...whose truck is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter says the name of the ice cream truck owner/driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad: go get whatever you want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter hangs up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad says, "You know what she told me...she said&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; 'daddy, when&lt;br /&gt;you get old, you are not going to one of them old folks home...I'ma take&lt;br /&gt;good care of you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so she can have whatever she like. I'm going to invest&lt;br /&gt;in her so she can return it when she makes it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A dad's love...is a true investment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452933997878716018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s320/100_3994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s1600/100_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;True investment!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-3815094653224446490?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3815094653224446490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2010/03/true-investment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/3815094653224446490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/3815094653224446490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2010/03/true-investment.html' title='A True Investment'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/S6y2lIc2JnI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZANpNTg1IlQ/s72-c/100_3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-6649327370667964256</id><published>2009-10-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:51:12.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow! What an amazing day! It started early this morning with Sami...but as the course of the day went on, things got better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First- My cousin Michael...who just know that he is God's archangel (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_(archangel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_(archangel)).%20told"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_(archangel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; told me that he understands why Satan is so messed up (I wonder if he meant mentally too!). Told me that he went over there for breakfast with Satan's mother and to destroy Satan. Well, while he was giving Satan time to get ready, he sat and ate Steak &amp;amp; Eggs that Satan's mother prepared. Said the food was horrible! My cousin said "No wonder Satan is the way he is...his mother can't cook." WOW! Thank God He can DO ALL THINGS! Satan gon' have to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nevertheless, grandmom did not want him going to the funeral (her bestfriend) with us today. And at the end of the day, she was starting to feel the same way about me! But boy did she laugh and have a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpsILIe-XI/AAAAAAAAACY/bLyYyZaxNuM/s1600-h/100_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393742391412717938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpsILIe-XI/AAAAAAAAACY/bLyYyZaxNuM/s320/100_2214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d at (what in the world was the name of the church?) well it's on the corner of the 400 block of Tennessee Ave NE (don't even know the preacher name...shoot... It was like a total of 9 or 10 priests, pastors, ministers--never seen that before!) there was a collage of photos of Mrs. Hawings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...let me take a min. to tell you about this lady! When I first met her, she was 70...swimming very often...bikinis only...mad at the older men for tryna holla "skunkin' her from gettin' her a youngin;" fussin' with Sami (sami was the only one who would not say "Mrs. Hawkins." She would call her "Hawkins." Mrs. Hawkins would fuss, it's "Mrs. Hawkins to you lil girl.") while demanding her respect and showing much love, simultaneously. In her younger days, she was a hawtty! In her dying days, I told her to get outta that bed so she can slide down the pole in the boom boom room! She replied, "where da pole at?" This lady even went to the movies by herself occassionally (her soulmate went Home years ago). Love her spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't believe Mrs. Hawkins filled that church up like that! Never knew she had ties with so many people. The church could not hold all the many diverse people who came to pay respect &amp;amp; see Mrs. Hawkins go back to where she came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/Stpq5HL73hI/AAAAAAAAACI/vLh63g3U5SA/s1600-h/100_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393741033143787026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/Stpq5HL73hI/AAAAAAAAACI/vLh63g3U5SA/s320/100_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, Mrs. Hawkins was dressed up in a cream suit with red gloves...looking so peacefully beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpweOMtpBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RxKOyHa2tP4/s1600-h/100_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393747168239395858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpweOMtpBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RxKOyHa2tP4/s320/100_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My grandmother, who is normally strong, broke down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(reminds me: my bf posted beautiful pics from Lee's funeral and I cried when I saw her so grieved...saddened me with gma the same way today...she needed the support...(shoulda been w/bf 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpwHHL-G6I/AAAAAAAAACw/qRjFBIyC5wg/s1600-h/7831_1251882021365_1358957494_30740161_7570314_s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393746771220241314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpwHHL-G6I/AAAAAAAAACw/qRjFBIyC5wg/s320/7831_1251882021365_1358957494_30740161_7570314_s%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to wrap it up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*preacher preached so good, I gotta go back for more...said back in his day they had Chuck Brown, RE and Funk!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*grandma got mad at me cuz I was frownin so hard at the pumpkin pie tasting like lard and flour! Told me "fix ur face up in here like that!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StprgyFWqWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fE2kA0RDA94/s1600-h/100_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393741714673805666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StprgyFWqWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fE2kA0RDA94/s320/100_2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; *grandma called Ms. Toni's dad "DADDY" (who btw is a preacher...I made the mistake of asking "u used to be a preacher?" skiiiiirrrrrrrkkkk...use to be!!! everyone jumped down my throat! Shoot he was so old...I didn't know*sorry*)...aw gma...u bet not let granddad hear u call another man daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*three white doves were released flew high and formed a circle! I can see your Halo... (noticed that I couldn't capture any Heavenly moments on camera...guess u had to be there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aunt wanted to laugh so bad at my behavior today *snickering* but she had to be the "good" one at the Funeral. Mrs. Hawkins would have laughed &amp;amp; loved it! I'ma miss you "Hawkins" Thank You for the union! We needed and deserved it! Watch over us please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StptC8Z_WJI/AAAAAAAAACg/9CFbaocnEPU/s1600-h/100_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393743401071892626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StptC8Z_WJI/AAAAAAAAACg/9CFbaocnEPU/s320/100_2217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-6649327370667964256?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6649327370667964256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/10/funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/6649327370667964256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/6649327370667964256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/10/funeral.html' title='The Funeral'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StpsILIe-XI/AAAAAAAAACY/bLyYyZaxNuM/s72-c/100_2214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-5545631069621237188</id><published>2009-10-15T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:43:56.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Dish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StgVx0E32LI/AAAAAAAAACA/C77b-HUFKEQ/s1600-h/100_2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393084499313023154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StgVx0E32LI/AAAAAAAAACA/C77b-HUFKEQ/s320/100_2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StgRyqzk2GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Zr1pZxD0gNE/s1600-h/100_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a teen girl with a mother on drugs and and absent father, I was broken. I can recall when I was 14, I went around telling people I was pregnant for the attention. I was crying out, lost, neglected and confused. Like this dish, my life was broken and upside down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny because my mother had me when she was 14. She turned 15 three days later. I wonder if she was feeling these same emotions. She had a mother who worked and a stepdad who worked but I wonder if she was missing the love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I conceived for the first time at age 31. By this time, I had traveled to Aruba, Dominican Republic, Miami, New York, Philadelphia, St. Thomas and the US Virgin Islands, California, New Jersey, South Carolina and North Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had received a Bachelor of Science degree in Business Management and received several Business Development Certificates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also started a mentoring and summer camp for 7 girls within my community who were not in summer camp or school. Didn't want them being bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After giving birth to my daughter, Sami Damia, I received a Master's in Business Administration, was certified by NIH and HUD as a community educator-Cardiovascular Disease Prevention for HOPE VI Projects and other organizations, communities and individuals who would receive the information, traveled to Disney World, Florida and received my nonprofit 501 (c) (3) status from the IRS. Sami D. is now two thinking she is the boss! As a single mother, it's a struggle but thank God for those who consistently help me with her: her dad, my mother (who has been clean from crack cocaine for 11 years now!) and my 72 year old grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Future goals consists of, but are not limited to, being trained as a day care provider to provide instructional homeschooling for toddlers, becoming an art &amp;amp; culture instructor-taking honor students around the world to broaden their minds about art &amp;amp; culture, earning a Ph.D. in Epidemiology fighting against children obesity &amp;amp; asthma, being a motivational speaker and owning a boutique all while instilling principles and values in the thoughts of abused and neglected teens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road has not been easy but to God be all the glory! He fixed a broken dish and made her into a Diamond in the Rut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Little is the first in her family to graduate from college. And is her grandmother's first grandchild (of 34+ grandchildren) to graduate from high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-5545631069621237188?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5545631069621237188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-dish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/5545631069621237188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/5545631069621237188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-dish.html' title='The Broken Dish'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/StgVx0E32LI/AAAAAAAAACA/C77b-HUFKEQ/s72-c/100_2206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-1007093968724084814</id><published>2009-10-04T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:06:01.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What Are We Teaching Our Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/Ssl7woPxFSI/AAAAAAAAABo/XdMDALfVoDQ/s1600-h/100_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388974504492995874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/Ssl7woPxFSI/AAAAAAAAABo/XdMDALfVoDQ/s320/100_1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been guilty of saying something that I knew my 2 year old Sami would absorb and then I would quickly try to take it back. It made me realize that I really have to be mindful of the things I say and do around her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really breaks my heart when I see little children trying to play the role of an adult. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A disturbing note was discovered by a 7 year old boy's mother in his backpack. The note was written by the boy's classmate (which most likely is a 7 year old girl). They are only in 2nd grade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It frightens me when I think about what other derogatory things our children are exposed to. Parents, we must do better. We have to put our babies and children in God's hands and then we must try with all our might to instill principles and values and lead by example. The saying, "Do as I say, not as I do" will not be taken seriously by the little people who imitate us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine if this note came from your daughter or a precious little girl in your life. How would you react?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-1007093968724084814?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1007093968724084814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-are-we-teaching-our-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/1007093968724084814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/1007093968724084814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-are-we-teaching-our-babies.html' title='What Are We Teaching Our Babies'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/Ssl7woPxFSI/AAAAAAAAABo/XdMDALfVoDQ/s72-c/100_1562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-4482413047763883969</id><published>2009-09-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:57:40.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shoe Just Don't Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;How many times have you tried to make something work that just wouldn't work? You've tried over and over and over again.  You've had more tolerance than enough.  Yet, your efforts were not good enough.  It just isn't working.  No matter how much you bend over backwards, break your neck and even do a couple of therapy sessions, the shoe just don't fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There are moments where you have to laugh to prevent crying, you have to pray to prevent killing and you have to keep it moving to keep your sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;All relationships are not meant to last.  I'm talking about parent/child; husband/wife; bf/gf;  friend/friend all relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Once you've done the best you can possibly do and things still aren't working out, learn to let go and let God have His way. It's a painful feeling trying to wear a size 6 shoe when you really wear a size 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-4482413047763883969?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4482413047763883969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-in-court.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/4482413047763883969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/4482413047763883969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-in-court.html' title='The Shoe Just Don&apos;t Fit'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-9050569248416093955</id><published>2009-09-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:44:00.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspriations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enrichment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pwner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>So Education is Key Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqiCMF6e57I/AAAAAAAAABY/4FRm0eNzuxY/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379692899151570866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqiCMF6e57I/AAAAAAAAABY/4FRm0eNzuxY/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can agree with that. I grew up in one of the roughest neighborhoods in SE. I barely made it out of high school (due to emotional barriers). I was always an honor roll student. In third grade, I came in third place in the Nation Wide Spelling Bee and by 5th grade was offered an opportunity with the Higher Achievement Program. I received awards and certificates in all subjects except math and science. My mom enrolled us in Catholic school and I graduated in 8th grade with honors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But in 10th grade, my report card was horrific! I had c's and d's and one f. EW! Thankfully, by 11th grade things changed and graduating was successful the following year.Someone told me when I was very young to stay in school. I took that literally. As I struggled with college from ages 18-24 (really wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYmxvZ3MubXlzcGFjZS5jb20vTW9kdWxlcy9Db21tb24vUGFnZXMv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'t ready. Moved into my own apartment by 18 and took on lots of responsibilty. This caused me to work in many unfulfilling positions just to earn a paycheck).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After getting laid off for the third time, I decided to go back to school and get a degree (seriously this time!) and earned a B.S. in Business Management (with honors). I did this in 2 years (I didn't take a break...even during the summer, I went to school). It took an additional 2 years to earn a Master's in Business. I've also received several certificates in Business Development and was recently trained &amp;amp; certified as a community educator teaching about cardiovascular (heart) disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After my 4th layoff, I decided I would NEVER work for anyone else again! Instead, I would start a nonprofit that educate and prepare youth leaders to be entrepreneurs and business owners. I also inspire to be a writer, art &amp;amp; culture instructor, business coach, motivational speaker and fashion consultant. I may even go BACK to school to study Epidemiology and earn a Ph.D. My name will change to Dr. Little and my life will change from rags to riches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;These are all things I have a passionate interest in/for and I'm following my dreams THIS TIME until they come true! Do you dream? If so, are you following your dreams? It starts with a decent education. Food for thought: education also enhances your self-esteem too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you're inspiring to return to school to enhance your education, GO FOR IT! It'll be over sooner than you think and you'll be a changed person for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-9050569248416093955?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/9050569248416093955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-education-is-key-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/9050569248416093955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/9050569248416093955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-education-is-key-huh.html' title='So Education is Key Huh?'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqiCMF6e57I/AAAAAAAAABY/4FRm0eNzuxY/s72-c/204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-7964321880657058666</id><published>2009-09-09T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:04:37.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritutal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marijuana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>"The Economy is Hurting Us All"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's no surprise that the economy has taken a downward spiral and many are struggling financially as well as emotionally. The unemployment rate is steady rising. People are losing their homes, cars and livelihood. And as a result, morals and values are going out the window. I've heard so many unbelievable stories and decided to share some with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seniors are prostituting. First of all, how? Are they walking up and down the street soliciting their bodies? What are they wearing? Clothing that reveals their cleavage and boobies? I mean, really...and who has the nerve to buy sex from a senior citizen? This was the most shocking story I heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A guy was pulled over by a group of policemen. They searched him and found a bag of weed (marijuana). They stepped away from the guy, formed a huddle then came back and asked "Is this all you have? Where is the rest of it?" The guy replied, "That's all I have. The economy is hurting us all." The police kept the bag and let him go. What did they do with the weed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On the news we see ATMs being robbed at gas stations, grocery stores, wherever...ordinary people are also getting their pockets patted by robbers with guns. It was reported that a neighborhood in DC consisted of young males who would walk up to residents as they exit their cars to enter their homes and rob them...in broad daylight, with no masks.&lt;br /&gt;This is bad but not as disturbing as it is to hear about adults stealing government funding from children &amp;amp; youth and robbing them of their development and growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are extremely hard and is causing people to react recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't have to be so bad. Yes, even with a tumbling economy, there is still peace on this earth. Bishop Long said if you say something seven times, it becomes a part of you...it becomes a part of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the believer that I am, I cried to the Lord seven times saying "This too shall pass! This too shall pass! This too shall pass! This too shall pass! This too shall pass! This too shall pass! This too shall pass!" And sure enough, that mountain (problem) that I was facing, passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in something or fall for anything. I choose Jesus Christ...I may have failed several times, but I've never been failed yet! These economic hardships too shall pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-7964321880657058666?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7964321880657058666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/economy-is-hurting-us-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/7964321880657058666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/7964321880657058666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/economy-is-hurting-us-all.html' title='&quot;The Economy is Hurting Us All&quot;'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-1564615270176954812</id><published>2009-09-06T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:05:26.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Baby Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As a spiritual and God fearing woman, I envisioned a perfect life: husband who cooks &amp;amp; clean (my auntie has one of them! how fortunate!); a job that I love doing and getting paid for it; a beautiful home with a big back yard for a pony and bbqs; traveling and shopping at my leisure... but I ended up unmarried; an unfulfilling job...and a single parent at age 31...my life was a mess! I dreaded being someone's "Baby Mother." I wanted more for my child and myself. When my daughter's dad and I seperated, it was devistating. I cried out to my heavenly sent earth angel: "I don't want to be a baby mother..." This is what she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BABY MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;Think not to the man that had half to do with the plan, but think the man who created it. Be proud that you’re a mother to your baby for she is proud that you’re her mother. Cherish the moments you spend together, and pray that the bond you two share will grow further and last forever! For months you’ve carried her, think of the joy and the love you had; not even seeing her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, hold your baby nourish her, console her. Let her know that INDEPENDENCE is a virtue, and to never let no man, nor woman break her stance; Stand for something or fall for anything and God will see ya’ll through everything!&lt;br /&gt;Being a mother to your baby is something remarkable think not of the world and know that she is just that! Spend less time away from the thing that does not reach the level of your precious seed, and spend more time working on ya’ll future needs; for your future is why you live and God bless your future with your kid, take that blessing and help it grow and know that you will receive your crown at heavens front door.&lt;br /&gt;Dominique you are so sweet, but your sweetness could lead to bitter. I love your strength, but too much power could make you weak and then life doesn’t seem so easy.Sami was a blessing sent from no other; he makes no mistakes so thank God that you’re a blessings mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you so much angel...I love you dearly...keep spreading them wings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all the "Baby Mothers": babies are God's way of sending pure love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-1564615270176954812?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1564615270176954812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/1564615270176954812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/1564615270176954812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-mother.html' title='Baby Mother'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-3544350700095051065</id><published>2009-09-06T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:17:01.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatherless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Father of the Fatherless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...What? But I don't mentor to boys...I don't know what they go through...okay, I'll do it. Lord, what am I going to do? I don't even understand the male species so how am I going to mentor to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then it hit me! The Watchtower's article "The Father of the Fatherless." This article changed my life forever and I knew it would change the lives of those who read it. A group of 20 males between ages 14-16 discovered that God is so merciful to children who grow/grew up with 1 of 2 parents or o of 2 parents that He said He would destroy ANYONE who comes up against them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The world just lost a beautiful soul who lived her life to the fullest: she became a bartender, photographer, painter &amp;amp; designer, retail manager...all within her 31 sweet years on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As her family recalls, she had one major sad memory that happiness could not replace: her absent parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We don't know the cause of her suicide but if you can relate to the emotional pain of growing up without your parents (no matter what the reason is), please know that the Creator of this Universe is very compassionate of your pain. He has taken you under His wings and has prepared a better future for you...just pray &amp;amp; believe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please hear the cries of your children who are without a mother, father or both. Please send your Angels to protect, comfort and love them. Heal them emotionally and spiritually while bringing them closer to You...that can do ALL things. Give them strength to forgive their parents, if case may be, and teach them how to walk in the paths of righteousness. In Jesus' Name I pray. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Psalm 146:9 (King James Version)&lt;br /&gt;The LORD preserveth the strangers;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he relieveth the fatherless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2033475&amp;amp;id=1358957494"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2033475&amp;amp;id=1358957494&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2033475&amp;amp;id=1358957494"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-3544350700095051065?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3544350700095051065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/father-of-fatherless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/3544350700095051065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/3544350700095051065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/father-of-fatherless.html' title='Father of the Fatherless'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941753934601562435.post-6150242381149699819</id><published>2009-09-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:22:09.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Black People are Worth Billions!!!</title><content type='html'>In a time where everything is going bankrupt, including the economy, it's interesting to discover that the African American nation is worth a &lt;strong&gt;$910 BILLION&lt;/strong&gt; industry! YEP! That's right...black folks we have positive authority &amp;amp; power according to a motivational speaker who studies African Americans. One shouldn't be surprised though because it's a known fact that this community has the highest spending power. And you know African American ancestors built many historical buildings and landmarks...thus, leaving an inheritance! And not to mention God's inheritance for His children-those who believe (which definitely includes African Americans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this group of people claiming "broke?" The answer is simple: there's no unity and so the brokeness that they are claiming deals with the heart and soul...money is the least of problems but gains the most respect and is considered the most valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, let's get it together...look at the Koreans, Jews, Slaves, Muslims, Entertainers, etc. These different groups have something in common: Togetherness and their works show! The conquer and divide days amongst this wealthy nation of people should be done and over with; a change in action and thoughts is definitely necessary...especially if you wanna claim that nice piece of inheritance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given hope to the African American community...He gave us leadership change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Step up your change game to make a real difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6941753934601562435-6150242381149699819?l=truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6150242381149699819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-people-are-worth-billions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/6150242381149699819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6941753934601562435/posts/default/6150242381149699819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truedeuxfaces.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-people-are-worth-billions.html' title='Black People are Worth Billions!!!'/><author><name>Possible Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13750473072695203403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JrgAMxYXG1g/SqJaUjn6OII/AAAAAAAAAAc/BjqZLLiODiI/S220/100_1413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
