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	<title>Steffan Blaser&#039;s Lake Oroville Real Estate Blog &#187; 2009 &#187; December</title>
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		<title>Happy New Year Stuff</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 19:45:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steffan Blaser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hope you and the ones you care about had a comfortable Christmas and I wish you a Safe, Fun and Happy New Year as well. Smiles, Steffan
ps&#8211;Remember&#8211;No Walking, No Standing, No Smoking (I already Quit), No Changing Your Sinks P Trap without a PP (Plumbing Permit), No Turning Over Rocks, No Jumping From Bridge, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope you and the ones you care about had a comfortable Christmas and I wish you a Safe, Fun and Happy New Year as well. Smiles, Steffan</p>
<p>ps&#8211;Remember&#8211;No Walking, No Standing, No Smoking (I already Quit), No Changing Your Sinks P Trap without a PP (Plumbing Permit), No Turning Over Rocks, No Jumping From Bridge, No Riding in the Back of a Pickup Truck Without a SeatBelt, No Riding a Bicycle without a Helmet, No Riding a Motorcycle without a Helmet and many other fun rules someone thought was a good idea to help protect us from ourselves.<br />
I am glad I am the age I am and got to experience some of what used to be lifes little pleasures looking back at it all. </p>
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		<title>Good Story for The Christmas Season</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 23:50:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Steffan Blaser</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.
 She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of
 him, like so many others had done before. 
&#8220;Leave me alone,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.</p>
<p> She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of</p>
<p> him, like so many others had done before. </p>
<p>&#8220;Leave me alone,&#8221; he growled&#8230; To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling – her</p>
<p> even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. </p>
<p>&#8220;Are you hungry?&#8221; she asked.<br />
&#8220;No,&#8221; he answered sarcastically. &#8220;I&#8217;ve just come from dining with the president.. Now go away..&#8221; </p>
<p>The woman&#8217;s smile became even broader. </p>
<p>Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. &#8220;What are you doing, lady?&#8221; the man asked angrily.</p>
<p> &#8220;I said to leave me alone. </p>
<p>Just then a policeman came up. &#8220;Is there any problem, ma&#8217;am?&#8221; he asked.. </p>
<p>&#8220;No problem here, officer,&#8221; the woman answered. &#8220;I&#8217;m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help</p>
<p> me?&#8221;  The officer scratched his head. &#8220;That&#8217;s old Jack. He&#8217;s been a fixture around here for a couple of years.</p>
<p> What do you want with him?&#8221;   </p>
<p>&#8220;See that cafeteria over there?&#8221; she asked. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the</p>
<p> cold for awhile.&#8221;   </p>
<p>&#8220;Are you crazy, lady?&#8221; the homeless man resisted. &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to go in there!&#8221; Then he felt strong hands</p>
<p> grab his other arm and lift him up.   </p>
<p>&#8220;Let me go, officer. I didn&#8217;t do anything..&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;This is a good deal for you, Jack,&#8221; the officer answered. &#8220;Don&#8217;t blow it.&#8221;   </p>
<p>Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him</p>
<p> at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already</p>
<p> left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. </p>
<p>The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. &#8220;What&#8217;s going on here, officer?&#8221; he asked. </p>
<p>&#8220;What is all this, is this man in trouble?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;This lady brought this man in here to be fed,&#8221; the policeman answered.   </p>
<p>&#8220;Not in here!&#8221; the manager replied angrily. &#8220;Having a person like that here is bad for business.&#8221; </p>
<p>Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. &#8220;See, lady. I told you so. Now if you&#8217;ll let me go. I didn&#8217;t want to come here</p>
<p> in the first place.&#8221; </p>
<p>The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. &#8220;Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the</p>
<p> banking firm down the street?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;Of course I am,&#8221; the manager answered impatiently. &#8220;They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet</p>
<p> rooms.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;What business is that of yours?&#8221; </p>
<p>I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;Oh..&#8221; </p>
<p>The woman smiled again.. &#8220;I thought that might make a difference.&#8221; </p>
<p>She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. &#8220;Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal,</p>
<p> officer?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;No thanks, ma&#8217;am,&#8221; the officer replied. &#8220;I&#8217;m on duty.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;Yes, ma&#8217;am. That would be very nice. &#8221; </p>
<p>The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. &#8220;I&#8217;ll get your coffee for you right away, officer..&#8221; </p>
<p>The officer watched him walk away&#8230; &#8220;You certainly put him in his place,&#8221; he said. </p>
<p>&#8220;That was not my intent&#8230; Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.&#8221; </p>
<p>She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. </p>
<p>&#8220;Jack, do you remember me?&#8221; </p>
<p>Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes.. &#8220;I think so &#8212; I mean you do look familiar.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m a little older perhaps,&#8221; she said. &#8220;Maybe I&#8217;ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you </p>
<p>worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;Ma&#8217;am?&#8221; the officer said questioningly. He couldn&#8217;t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman </p>
<p>could ever have been hungry. </p>
<p>&#8220;I was just out of college,&#8221; the woman began. &#8220;I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn&#8217;t find</p>
<p> anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment&#8230; I walked the </p>
<p>streets for days.. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off</p>
<p> chance that I could get something to eat.&#8221; </p>
<p>Jack lit up with a smile. &#8220;Now I remember,&#8221; he said. &#8220;I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked</p>
<p> me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;I know,&#8221; the woman continued. &#8220;Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen,</p>
<p> gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get</p>
<p> into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then</p>
<p> that everything would be all right&#8230;&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;So you started your own business?&#8221; Old Jack said. </p>
<p>&#8220;I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help</p>
<p> of God, prospered..&#8221; She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. &#8220;When you are finished here,</p>
<p> I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He&#8217;s the personnel director of my company. I&#8217;ll go talk to him now</p>
<p> and I&#8217;m certain he&#8217;ll find something for you to do around the office.&#8221; </p>
<p>She smiled. &#8220;I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes</p>
<p> and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you.&#8221; </p>
<p>There were tears in the old man&#8217;s eyes. &#8220;How can I ever thank you?&#8221; he asked. </p>
<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t thank me,&#8221; the woman answered. &#8220;To God goes the glory. He led me to you.&#8221; </p>
<p>Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways.</p>
<p> &#8220;Thank you for your help officer,&#8221; she said. </p>
<p>&#8220;On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,&#8221; he answered. &#8220;Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never</p>
<p> forget, and thank you for the coffee.&#8221; </p>
<p>Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You always and don&#8217;t forget that when you &#8220;cast your bread upon</p>
<p> the waters,&#8221; you never know how it will be returned to you.. God is so big He can cover the whole world</p>
<p> with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart. </p>
<p>Courtesy of a Friend Who Shared this with me&#8212;&#8211;</p>
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