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		<title>This I Believe</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2015 18:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kassidy Everard]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Entertainment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Believe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cancer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Death]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I believe that taking your last breath does not mean you are dead. I believe that you die twice; once when you take your last breath, and again when someone whispers your name for the last time.&#8221; &#8211; Banksy When I was 9 years old, my aunt died of cancer. I remember getting the call from my father telling me that she had passed in the night with him by her side. He watched her pass, he watched her take her last breath, and he heard her last words. &#8220;She was turning purple, getting pale in the face, she was dying,&#8221; My dad said. My father had lost his sister that day and I had lost an amazing aunt. I remember visiting her like it was yesterday. She loved to talk. She loved her husband, and she loved her kids. But two years after she died, her husband got cancer. My uncle went blind, he got sicker and sicker. He left a granddaughter behind, two daughters, and three sons. But Aunt Tina did not know. She did not know that her husband would soon be gone, too. Through her chemotherapy there were times when she wished she would die. Her hair was all gone, she lost more than half her original body weight, her cheeks were so sunken in to her face that it looked like she hadn&#8217;t eaten for weeks, and she could hardly walk. Recognizing people close to her even became a struggle. Sadly, sometimes I wished she would go, just so she wouldn&#8217;t feel the pain anymore. Even though it had been a year since I had seen her last, I knew she couldn&#8217;t have looked any better. I knew she was worse, and that the pain was killing her more than the cancer was. I wanted her better, but I knew she wouldn&#8217;t be. After all, it would have been selfish of me to force her through more treatment. I did not go to her funeral. I did not see her die. I wasn&#8217;t allowed to go. My father told me that I wouldn&#8217;t have wanted to go, that I wouldn&#8217;t have wanted to see a dead person. Instead I cried, like anyone would with such a loss. I was nine, and even though I was still a child, I understood. I knew where she had gone. She is where we all end up some day. Maybe that place is called heaven, maybe it isn&#8217;t. But she is in a better place now, where all the pain is gone. She is where we all end up someday. She is also in my heart. She is where she belongs; everywhere and nowhere at once. Aunt Tina is not dead. Uncle Tink is not dead. They are both soft whispers in the mouths of many. Their names have not been said for the last time. They are not dead. This I believe. This I will always believe.]]></description>
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		<title>Song Lyrics Gone Wrong</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/song-lyrics-gone-wrong/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2015 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[WIRL Project]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Funny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hilarious]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Karaoke]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lyrics]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Peter Kay]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Song]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Words]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You&#8217;ve done it, you know you have. You&#8217;ve completely butchered, or even made up, song lyrics. It&#8217;s okay, it happens to the best of us. Who cares if the words &#8220;make sense&#8221; anyway? The important thing is that they roll off your tongue smoothly. It&#8217;s awesome when you catch someone blatantly singing the wrong words; you laugh, call them out, and then try to put together how they ever came up with that combination in the first place. Like that time your sister thought the first few words to the song Brown Eyed Girl were &#8220;Hey there Rodrigo&#8221; instead of &#8220;Hey, where did we go&#8221; &#8211; yeah, it&#8217;s pretty freaking hilarious! But it&#8217;s a little embarrassing when it&#8217;s you who is fumbling and making things up &#8211; like when you go to karaoke, read the screen, and find out that you&#8217;ve been waaaaay off all this time! WIRL Project wants you to know you&#8217;re not alone and we thought this stand up bit by comedian, Peter Kay, would make you feel at ease. He hilariously highlights some of his most epic song lyric fails. All this time he&#8217;s been singing about bird seed, pot pies, and his massively mistook some of Shaniah Twain&#8217;s song lyrics for something REALLY wrong! Take a few minutes to laugh and relate with Peter as he tells the story of his super funny song lyric fails. &#160; &#160; Do you have any song lyric bloopers? We&#8217;d love to hear them! Share your story in the comments below! &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>My Skin Won&#8217;t Stop Me</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/my-skin-wont-stop-me-5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2015 11:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Diane Andriacchi]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Health/Fitness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Acne]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Mean Comments]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[My Skin Won't Stop Me]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[My acne was only skin deep. My skin won&#8217;t stop me because beauty is both inside and out. I believe that no one can define us, unless we allow them to. While growing up as a teenager, I suffered from moderate acne and it made me feel very insecure and embarrassed. I think it made me so insecure that many of my classmates and peers thought that I was shy, not knowing the pain that went along with it. There were many jokes and whispers that occasionally you would catch from others when they thought you didn&#8217;t hear&#8230; I still remember one of my so-called male friends talking to another guy saying &#8220;She&#8217;s a 15 footer&#8230;&#8221;, not knowing what that meant. I finally asked what that meant and was told that up close, not so good looking!! I was hurt by those types of comments and they stay with you for a long time, even after the acne heals. I know Eben through my daughter Sara and I can tell you that she is a beautiful person both inside and out&#8230; and I feel her pain! That being said I can connect with her insecurities about self-image. Stay strong Eben and I wish you all good things and never let your skin stop you!]]></description>
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