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Its funny the things we are grateful for. Friday night I was grateful my Delta flight was taking off on time and I was going to be home by 8. And last week I was grateful that I found my watch. But when the governor of Pennsylvania shouted out that those miners were alive and the reporters cheered, then you saw him on camera high-fiving other members who were involved, it made me think about what I <i>REALLY</i> am grateful for. The fact that after over 3 days those 9 guys came out alive, and that the nation was watching and hoping but expecting the worse, well, it made me stop for a second and think. Think that out of a nation of 270+ million people, I was grateful 9 of them were alive. I was grateful that a group of men, performing a job I know nothing about and will never be part of, a group of men who I will never meet and who live different lives than me, were able to hold on long enough to be plucked from death. I am <i>GLAD</i> the Yankees won today (Sunday, July 28), but I am <i>GRATEFUL</i> for my daughter. I am <i>GRATEFUL</i> my father survived cancer. I am <i>GRATEFUL</i> for my health and my family and friends. And I am <i>GRATEFUL </i>those men survived.

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This past weekend (July 20) Patti, Emily and I met my folks in Troy for a family party on my father's side. It was great seeing relatives and spending time with my father's sister. Only problem was when we hit a ton of traffic on the Mass Pike coming home. I really, really need to get that helicopter I've been talking about.

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It never fails. No matter how many times I watch Hoosiers, I still get the goose bumps. I especially like the scene when Jimmy Chitwood says to Gene Hackman “I’ll make it” right before he hits the winning shot.

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So I’m the bus the other day coming home from work because we are without our car. Our piece of crap toy car couldn’t make it over a standard Boston post-apocalypse-looking-street-full-of craters-and-other-man-made-obstacles and bottomed out. When riding the bus, which often has an interesting collection of riders, you can people watch, look out the window like Red from Shawshank or read something. Not being interested in the methadone clinic participants and other assorted foolery, I read. The problem I have with reading something is when I really get into a good part, like when the author talks about stealing a city bus when the driver is helping a handicap person, I forget to look at where I am. So I looked up the other day just as we passed my stop doing 40 miles per hour. Ugh. So I had to get off the next stop and walk home. Not a big deal but a kicker just the same.

Just thought I’d share.

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Some of you might have heard about a major league baseball pitcher who died at the age of 33. <a href="http://msn.espn.go.com/mlb/news/2002/0701/1400822.html">This article</a> shows that there are some pretty nice people out there. Who would have sold it on ebay?? Come on. I know you are all saying you would do the same thing as this kid, but who <i>really</i> would have did what this kid did?

<a href="http://msn.espn.go.com/mlb/news/2002/0701/1400822.html">Article here</a>

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