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April 5, 2008 my darling Dad died. He died suddenly and unexpectedly while doing yard work. I spoke at his funeral. I was scared to do so, not being a big fan of public speaking, but there were things that needed to be said, that only I could do.

One of the things I talked about what that everyday of my life I try to be like my Dad was. He had a gift of kindness and he shared it with the world.

In the past two years I have focused what my parents taught me into three life rules

Love like you mean it~Love is very powerful and can change the world around you

Live like you mean it~This isn't a new age statement about staying in the moment, it means to be happy and grateful for who you are and where you are in life

Pray like you mean it~That's what all of us should be doing!

So it's LLYMI, LLYMI, PLYMI

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