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	<title>Comments on: The Over-Privileged</title>
	<link>http://cottagedaily.com/2008/03/17/the-over-privileged/</link>
	<description>Online Guide to Cottage Living</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 15:46:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: RunningCar</title>
		<link>http://cottagedaily.com/2008/03/17/the-over-privileged/#comment-1109</link>
		<dc:creator>RunningCar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:37:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sad truth about the whole thing is that you truly don't appreciate everything until you have to start to pay for it yourself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sad truth about the whole thing is that you truly don&#8217;t appreciate everything until you have to start to pay for it yourself.</p>
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		<title>By: Sheryl</title>
		<link>http://cottagedaily.com/2008/03/17/the-over-privileged/#comment-1101</link>
		<dc:creator>Sheryl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 03:26:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Julie...what can I say?  My girls have begun cleaning up their toys with such vigor at my threat that those toys that are left lying around will be given to 'little girls and boys who don't have any toys'; we stop on 41st to talk with Jack, a 71 year old homeless man with the hope that they will appreciate our home;  and we answer their questions honestly about the poor souls asleep in sleeping bags in church or store doorways.  We make them write (or sign) thank cards for every single gift they receive, and I am working on them asking daddy how his day was before complaining about their own.  It is a work in progress, and one that often feels like we are losing.  We live incredibly previleged lives so obviously our children will too.  We can only do our best and take some comfort knowing that if we fail, at least our brats will be friends.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Julie&#8230;what can I say?  My girls have begun cleaning up their toys with such vigor at my threat that those toys that are left lying around will be given to &#8216;little girls and boys who don&#8217;t have any toys&#8217;; we stop on 41st to talk with Jack, a 71 year old homeless man with the hope that they will appreciate our home;  and we answer their questions honestly about the poor souls asleep in sleeping bags in church or store doorways.  We make them write (or sign) thank cards for every single gift they receive, and I am working on them asking daddy how his day was before complaining about their own.  It is a work in progress, and one that often feels like we are losing.  We live incredibly previleged lives so obviously our children will too.  We can only do our best and take some comfort knowing that if we fail, at least our brats will be friends.</p>
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