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	<title>Comments on: He shot himself&#8230;.</title>
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		<title>By: Marliss Bombardier</title>
		<link>http://www.theforwardlook.com/2008/12/he-shot-himself/comment-page-1/#comment-156</link>
		<dc:creator>Marliss Bombardier</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 03:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I so appreciate this story.  I don&#039;t really have any parallel experiences, but I do have a parallel lesson.  We lived in Germany for three years and came back to the US to Oklahoma in the summer of 1968 when I was 11.  I wore German clothes, German shoes, German glasses, spoke with a different accent, and had gotten a better education in the government schools.  Kids in my class still lived in the same house where they were born, and thought I was German.  I had no friends the entire year until a couple of girls took pity on me in the spring and let me hang around with them.  The summer of 1969 I stayed in the house until almost the start of the next school year when I finally ventured out onto the back stoop.  

After that, I made a forced effort to &quot;fit in.&quot;  I think one of the worst traps that we can fall into, or our children can fall into, is fear of man.  I have many bad memories from &quot;fitting in.&quot;  By God&#039;s mercy and grace, the only consequences I experience are bad memories.  

May we take the lessons we have learned and encourage our children to learn them vicariously through us and not have to learn them in the school of experience themselves.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I so appreciate this story.  I don&#8217;t really have any parallel experiences, but I do have a parallel lesson.  We lived in Germany for three years and came back to the US to Oklahoma in the summer of 1968 when I was 11.  I wore German clothes, German shoes, German glasses, spoke with a different accent, and had gotten a better education in the government schools.  Kids in my class still lived in the same house where they were born, and thought I was German.  I had no friends the entire year until a couple of girls took pity on me in the spring and let me hang around with them.  The summer of 1969 I stayed in the house until almost the start of the next school year when I finally ventured out onto the back stoop.  </p>
<p>After that, I made a forced effort to &#8220;fit in.&#8221;  I think one of the worst traps that we can fall into, or our children can fall into, is fear of man.  I have many bad memories from &#8220;fitting in.&#8221;  By God&#8217;s mercy and grace, the only consequences I experience are bad memories.  </p>
<p>May we take the lessons we have learned and encourage our children to learn them vicariously through us and not have to learn them in the school of experience themselves.</p>
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		<title>By: Rick Driver</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rick Driver</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 23:20:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing this painful memory. It parallels my experience at exactly the same age. Although my friend&#039;s father had not killed himself, for some reason my best friend all of a sudden hated me and took all our mutual friends with him. I was very lonely and sometimes it still hurts today. I too started using drugs much mire and fell in with the &quot;bad kids&quot;. I know how it feels....thanks again for sharing and for your perspective, Chris.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing this painful memory. It parallels my experience at exactly the same age. Although my friend&#8217;s father had not killed himself, for some reason my best friend all of a sudden hated me and took all our mutual friends with him. I was very lonely and sometimes it still hurts today. I too started using drugs much mire and fell in with the &#8220;bad kids&#8221;. I know how it feels&#8230;.thanks again for sharing and for your perspective, Chris.</p>
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