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	<title>Comments on: Thanks Giving and Getting</title>
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		<title>By: Charles - The Success Secrets Guy</title>
		<link>http://arlenegoldbard.com/2004/11/24/thanks-giving-and-getting/#comment-128335</link>
		<dc:creator>Charles - The Success Secrets Guy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 17:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One day I was teaching a weekend college course on business start-up.  The elevator was broken, so I had to lug my dolley of 4 boxes, by hand, up three flights of stairs.  I was outside, and it was a little hot and sunny, but not unbearably unpleasant.  I began to complain and grumble about how the school should have the elevators working and so on and so forth.  I was angry that I had to go through all of this trouble to get to the top of the stairs. 

Then, just as I reached to the top of the stairs, a young man, a quadriplegic, in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the neck down, operating his chair with just the slight movements of his bent-to-the-side neck, saw me and with a big, beautiful smile said to me, “Nice day, isn’t it.”  I was stunned with embarrassment.  Here I was moaning and groaning with all of my faculties and in perfect health, and here is a young man paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair telling me how pleasant a day it was.  From that life-changing moment to this day, I have never complained about any physical labor again.  “Only by the grace of God there go I.”</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day I was teaching a weekend college course on business start-up.  The elevator was broken, so I had to lug my dolley of 4 boxes, by hand, up three flights of stairs.  I was outside, and it was a little hot and sunny, but not unbearably unpleasant.  I began to complain and grumble about how the school should have the elevators working and so on and so forth.  I was angry that I had to go through all of this trouble to get to the top of the stairs. </p>
<p>Then, just as I reached to the top of the stairs, a young man, a quadriplegic, in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the neck down, operating his chair with just the slight movements of his bent-to-the-side neck, saw me and with a big, beautiful smile said to me, “Nice day, isn’t it.”  I was stunned with embarrassment.  Here I was moaning and groaning with all of my faculties and in perfect health, and here is a young man paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair telling me how pleasant a day it was.  From that life-changing moment to this day, I have never complained about any physical labor again.  “Only by the grace of God there go I.”</p>
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