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	<title>Comments on: PGA: Value of a Life</title>
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		<title>By: nother</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 06:50:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Iâ€™ve have been very concerned with the value of my stepfatherâ€™s life in the last few weeks â€“ on many different levels.  At the same time we were rushing to take everything out of his name and put it mine in case of major health problems, he incurred major questions about his health.  It began to dawn on me, if he were to die; my mom would be left alone.  For a couple of days I had to face the possibility of my mom not only being widowed but losing their house and net value as a consequence of his illness.  Beyond the emotional sorrow I would have uncured, my life would have thus been radically altered if he died, I would have had to focus the majority of my future on supporting my motherâ€™s life.



Well for the moment, it looks like those warm blinding yellow rays of sun are directed our way.  I will write my given name in ink today and this mans monetary value will become my monetary value - and my mom will finally have some health coverage.



My stepfather is a man who ostensibly should have no value to my life, we share no blood.  What we do share now, is my mother? And when my mother decided to make a stake with this manâ€™s life, his live became valuable to me - in many ways.  My stepfather had some land and property passed down through his family and because of these health insurance circumstances, this land has now been passed to me - thus raising my net monetary value.  Whatâ€™s â€œvaluableâ€? to me though is, he gave my mother love and marriage, thus giving me sound of mind.  I was around seventeen when they met and her having someone she trusted and loved, enabled me to join the Navy and venture on.  Up until that point my mother and I had traveled a precarious route, to say the least, and now I had the opportunity to make sorties on life - geographically, emotionally, and intellectually, and uninhibitedly!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Iâ€™ve have been very concerned with the value of my stepfatherâ€™s life in the last few weeks â€“ on many different levels.  At the same time we were rushing to take everything out of his name and put it mine in case of major health problems, he incurred major questions about his health.  It began to dawn on me, if he were to die; my mom would be left alone.  For a couple of days I had to face the possibility of my mom not only being widowed but losing their house and net value as a consequence of his illness.  Beyond the emotional sorrow I would have uncured, my life would have thus been radically altered if he died, I would have had to focus the majority of my future on supporting my motherâ€™s life.</p>
<p>Well for the moment, it looks like those warm blinding yellow rays of sun are directed our way.  I will write my given name in ink today and this mans monetary value will become my monetary value &#8211; and my mom will finally have some health coverage.</p>
<p>My stepfather is a man who ostensibly should have no value to my life, we share no blood.  What we do share now, is my mother? And when my mother decided to make a stake with this manâ€™s life, his live became valuable to me &#8211; in many ways.  My stepfather had some land and property passed down through his family and because of these health insurance circumstances, this land has now been passed to me &#8211; thus raising my net monetary value.  Whatâ€™s â€œvaluableâ€? to me though is, he gave my mother love and marriage, thus giving me sound of mind.  I was around seventeen when they met and her having someone she trusted and loved, enabled me to join the Navy and venture on.  Up until that point my mother and I had traveled a precarious route, to say the least, and now I had the opportunity to make sorties on life &#8211; geographically, emotionally, and intellectually, and uninhibitedly!</p>
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		<title>By: Old Nick</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 16:22:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice work, Greta.  Thank you, from your constituency, for the &#039;distillation&#039;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice work, Greta.  Thank you, from your constituency, for the &#8216;distillation&#8217;.</p>
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