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		<title>Grandparents</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 07:18:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well…the entire Fall 2007 semester was dedicated to the idea of “the good life.” Now I have enough information on “the good life” to say that I think I have a pretty “good life.” However, my life could be better. I miss my grandparents more than you could ever imagine. It kills me when I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=15&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">Well…the entire Fall 2007 semester was dedicated to the idea of “the good life.” Now I have enough information on “the good life” to say that I think I have a pretty “good life.” However, my life could be better. I miss my grandparents more than you could ever imagine. It kills me when I hear friends complaining about how annoying their grandparents are, and how annoying it is to talk on the phone everyday with their grandparents. I would KILLLLLLL to talk to my grandparents on the phone. I wish I had grandparents to complain about. People don’t realize how lucky they are! </font></p>
<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">My mom’s father died before I was born. Therefore, I only knew three of my grandparents. Unfortunately starting in 2002, I lost one grandparent with each New Year that came. These were the three hardest years of my life. Although this all began 5 years ago, it still affects me. I still cry while wishing to see my grandparents again. I miss their smiles, their jokes, their scent, and so much more. <span> </span></font></p>
<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">What hurts even more is that I didn’t get to say goodbye to any of my grandparents because of my immaturity and fear of death? The night before my Grandma Ringle died, she began talking about how scared she was that she might die to my other grandma. I couldn’t take it! I didn’t want to hear this. The next day she died, and I never got to say goodbye.</font></p>
<p><span style="font-size:11pt;line-height:115%;font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';">When my other grandma was taken away by ambulance, I was too scared to confront anyone or say goodbye. Also, when my grandpa was dying, I feared his state and also was too scared to say goodbye. I regret fearing to say goodbye. If I could take back the situation, I would. But, I can’t. I love and miss my grandparents sooooooo much.</span></p>
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		<title>14 Days!!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When discussing “the good life” throughout this semester, the idea of family and friends acting as the main sources of “the good life” has been a common theme. Thanksgiving is the time of year where an especial emphasis is placed on togetherness with family and friends. BUT UGHHH…I wanted to hang out with family and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=14&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">When discussing “the good life” throughout this semester, the idea of family and friends acting as the main sources of “the good life” has been a common theme. Thanksgiving is the time of year where an especial emphasis is placed on togetherness with family and friends. BUT UGHHH…I wanted to hang out with family and friends for the four and a half days I was home. I don’t go home often and I don’t see my family and friends from back home often. Therefore, I wanted to dedicate those days home to my family and friends just sitting, talking, watching movies, going shopping, and other things I usually do when I’m home. However, I couldn’t! I was swamped with homework, reading, and papers. Don’t professors understand that when a holiday comes around, students also want to spend time gathering with their loved ones?? Why all the work? I hated sitting in my room writing papers, while people were calling and texting me to hang out. Trying to fit in visits from old friends and missed family members as well as my school work was harder than you can imagine. Now, one week of classes remain in the semester and final week is quickly approaching. Swamped can’t even been to describe the way a feel. I CANNOT wait to go home for a month of no papers! It will be Christmas and the New Year. I will see family and friends constantly. I will work to make my much needed money. I will sleep in my cozy bed. I will shower without flip-flops. I will drive a car! It will be a month of privilege and reward compared to the last minute crunch of the end of the semester. I will live “the good life.” </font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">I’ll be home in 14 days!!!</font></p>
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		<title>Brittany Maier in Concert!</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:58:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s amazing what people take for granted. It’s amazing how we underestimate our privileges. It’s amazing when we come to realize how self-centered we actually are, and it’s amazing what makes us realize this.   This past Thursday, November 8th, I attended “Brittany Maier in Concert.” This concert, held in St. Joseph’s Hall and made possible [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=13&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span><font face="Calibri">It’s amazing what people take for granted. It’s amazing how we underestimate our privileges. It’s amazing when we come to realize how self-centered we actually are, and it’s amazing what makes us realize this. </font></span><span><font face="Calibri"> </font></span></p>
<p><span></span><span><font face="Calibri">This past Thursday, November 8<sup>th</sup>, I attended “<a href="http://brittanymaier.com/" title="Brittany Maier">Brittany Maier </a>in Concert.” This concert, held in St. Joseph’s Hall and made possible through the St. Rose on-campus group, <a href="http://www.bestbuddies.org/site/c.ljJ0J8MNIsE/b.933717/k.D25F/Intellectual_Disabilities_Volunteering_Teen_Volunteer_Charity.htm" title="Best Buddies">Best Buddies</a>, allowed Brittany Maier to display her impeccable talent and ongoing motivation as a pianist. Brittany is an 18-year-old, blind, autistic, and mentally challenged girl with more personality and smile than one could imagine. As Brittany’s mother described her birth and childhood, I couldn’t help but cry as my heart broke for Brittany, her family, and all people with disabilities. Brittany was born four months premature, and she weighed less than two pounds causing her triple disability. However, as a blind child, she received many keyboards, and she started to show some remarkable and miraculous talent. Brittany can memorize any song after hearing it only three times. To make her story even more unheard of and extraordinary, Brittany does not use her pinkies or thumbs to play. <span> </span>As I sat beside my best buddy, Samantha Michaels, I listened to Brittany play songs from the holiday season, <a href="http://www.billyjoel.com/" title="Billy Joel">Billy Joel</a>, <a href="http://www.joshgroban.com/" title="Josh Groban">Josh Groban</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_van_Beethoven" title="Beethoven">Beethoven</a>, <a href="http://www.thephantomoftheopera.com/poto/home.php" title="The Phantom of the Opera">The Phantom of the Opera</a>, and <a href="http://www.bettemidler.com/" title="Bette Midler">Bette Midler</a>. I literally had goose-bumps. No joke! She even knew all the words to every song. Her smile shined from ear to ear as she clapped and took pride in her own talent. <span> </span>Brittany’s story was a miracle!</font></span><span><font face="Calibri"> </font></span></p>
<p><span></span><span><font face="Calibri">So many people, including myself, are so caught up in material possessions that we forget about the simple things in life.<span>  </span>We take many of our privileges for granted. Yet, Brittany, who struggles with three disabilities, seems to take nothing for granted. Brittany Maier is living “the good life.”<span>  </span>She receives an abundance of love and support from her mother and other family members. Brittany’s happiness and the powerful sense of hope she spreads touches the lives of everyone she encounters.<span>  </span>Brittany has achieved “the good life!”</font></span></p>
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		<title>Story People</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 03:28:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[During senior year of high school, I discovered a website called Story People. I could sit in front of my computer screen reading the various stories on personal growth, holidays, friendship, peace, relationships, romance, and sports for what seemed to be hours.  These stories, which I find to be more like quotes because of their [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=12&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">During senior year of high school, I discovered a website called <a href="http://www.storypeople.com/storypeople/Home.do?inMenu=true" title="Story People">Story People</a>. I could sit in front of my computer screen reading the various stories on personal growth, holidays, friendship, peace, relationships, romance, and sports for what seemed to be hours.<span>  </span>These stories, which I find to be more like quotes because of their length, have valuable meanings that are usually unclear and ambiguous to the reader upon first appearance. After reading them thoroughly and repeatedly, I would have one of those eureka moments where all of a sudden the hidden meaning was exposed and everything started to click. </font></p>
<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">Throughout sophomore, junior, and senior year religion classes, the teacher would assign a different student each class to select the reading involved in the guided mediation. <span> </span><span> </span>Whenever I was chosen, it was almost a one hundred percent guarantee that my reading was from Story People. Everybody in the class including my teacher would always enjoy and comment on the sometimes paradoxical yet sometimes straight forward short stories that generated huge discussions.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">From time to time, whenever I get the chance, I still browse through the various stories on the website. Yesterday happened to be one of those days. The following story reminded me of the good life:</font></p>
<p><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;"><font face="Calibri">I&#8217;m just going to hide here in this paper bag until death comes, she said. It could be a long time, I said. There was a pause &amp; then her head popped out. You think I should have a hobby while I wait? she said.</font></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;"></span><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;"><font face="Calibri">Although such negativity and wasteful actions are expressed, “the good life” is brought to the forefront of my mind when I read this story. “The good life” cannot be achieved when no accomplishments or successes are made in an individual’s life. One cannot sit around and wait for death to come. Individuals must set out to achieve happiness and form goals and desires for themselves. Individuals should take up hobbies. When one engages in hobbies, there are opportunities to meet new people with similar interests while engaging in an activity which brings pleasure and joy contributing to “the good life.” Be an optimist not a pessimist waiting for death to come! </font></span><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;"></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day, many years down the road, in fact many many years down the road, I plan on having children. I associate babies and the miracle of life with ultimately achieving “the good life.” My oldest sister, Carmela, has been married for two years now and I am just dying for her to have a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=11&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">One day, many years down the road, in fact many many years down the road, I plan on having children. I associate babies and the miracle of life with ultimately achieving “the good life.” My oldest sister, Carmela, has been married for two years now and I am just dying for her to have a baby! The idea that my sister and one day I could bring a life into this world that desires our love, care, warmth, and nurturing is quite remarkable, but somehow flabbergasting. My little cousin, Frankie, is my pride and joy. He is the person I miss most from back home. Frankie is three years old, and I have been babysitting him since he was three months old.<span>  </span>I would do anything for this kid. Every Wednesday night for dinner, Frankie would come over. I would blow off my homework for him, which is so unlike me! But Frankie is worth it! People call me crazy for giving up a Friday or Saturday night of hanging out with friends for babysitting Frankie.<span>  </span>I’m not crazy. I just love him so much and he brings so much joy to my life. I even went to Florida with my aunt and uncle to babysit Frankie. I brought him to Disney, his first time at Disney! I couldn’t imagine loving another kid more than I love Frankie. <span> </span>It’s heartwarming to think of the innocence of a child and their everlasting and easily given love.<span>  </span>I can’t wait to watch Frankie grow from a toddler to a rambunctious kid to an adolescent teenager and to a mature adult. Frankie has brought such happiness into my life contributing to what I consider to be “the good life.” I can’t wait to one day start a family of my own; having children in my life will allow me to further my path toward “the good life.” </font></p>
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		<title>Suicide&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 01:24:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I never understood what could drive a person to suicide. Can life be so unbearably horrible and agonizing that ending your own life is the only solution? To me, that theory is incomprehensible.  It seemed to me that Katherine Cap (name changed for the sake of this blog), my friend’s mother, was living “the good [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=10&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">I never understood what could drive a person to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide" title="Suicide">suicide</a>. Can life be so unbearably horrible and agonizing that ending your own life is the only solution? To me, that theory is incomprehensible. <span> </span>It seemed to me that Katherine Cap (name changed for the sake of this blog), my friend’s mother, was living “the good life.” Apparently, I was wrong. This past summer Katherine ended her life after divorcing from her husband. I’ve known Katherine since I was four-years-old. I was on the same baton twirling team with her daughter for 12 years. Katherine was always cracking jokes, laughing, cheering on the team, and going tanning and to the gym with her daughter. In fact, I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t smiling. She was a stay-at-home mom with the closest mother-daughter relationship I have ever experienced. However, depression and alcoholism kicked in when her husband filed for a divorce. BUT WHY? Why would she overdose? Why would she leave her daughter miserable and in need of a mother? Why would she give up on life when she had so much going for her? I understand that she had lost the love of her life, but she was capable of finding love elsewhere. It would take time, but was it worth dying over? When we feel depressed or perhaps suicidal, it’s essential to think of all the good times and good memories in life. Think of a brighter future and think of all the lives you affect. In the last couple of years, my friend has tried to commit suicide by overdosing and slitting her wrists. However, she would realize the huge mistake she was making and stop. Now, she has suicidal thoughts once again. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what else I can say. I can’t imagine my life without her. I can’t let her make such a mistake. How many more times will I have to beg and scream in an attempt to make her stop? What if she succeeds? Life is so valuable and precious. Don’t let it go…live “the good life!”</font></p>
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		<title>Desperate Housewives!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 02:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Did you ever think you knew basically everything about someone? Did you ever think your relationships and friendships with others were based on honesty with no secrets involved? Many people, including myself, believe these thoughts and assumptions are true. However, will we ever know the truth…   On the ABC Sunday night primetime TV series, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=9&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">On the <a href="http://abc.go.com/index" title="ABC">ABC</a> Sunday night primetime TV series, <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/" title="Desperate Housewives">Desperate Housewives</a>, the girls of Wisteria Lane form a friendship that they say contains no secrets. However, the viewers know that this is in fact a lie! Bree (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0189220/" title="Marcia Cross">Marcia Cross</a>) and Gabrielle (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?s=all&amp;q=Eva+Longoria" title="Eva Longoria">Eva Longoria</a>) keep more secrets than the rest. In fact, the neighbors of Wisteria Lane consider these two characters to be living what can be considered “the good life.” </font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Bree has been given the reputation of the perfect cook and perfect mother with the perfect husband and the perfect children. It seems to everyone that Bree is living “the good life.” However, when scandal hits her family, Bree does everything and anything to hide the actual facts and doings of her family members just to save her reputation. Bree’s son is gay, and her daughter is pregnant with her history teacher’s baby. This seems to be the furthest thing to the perfect family. Bree’s almost traditional looking family isn’t so traditional and conservative anymore. As a result, Bree sends her daughter away to a convent to be cared for by nuns until the baby is born. Meanwhile, back on Wisteria Lane, Bree is pretending to be pregnant. This will allow Bree to pretend that her granddaughter is actually her daughter, and once again Bree’s life can be considered perfect. </font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Gabrielle appears to be living “the good life.” She is a beautiful and rich ex-model that has just recently married Mayor Victor Lang. However, she is completely unhappy with her life. Victor is not only controlling, but he also places his career in politics before his family causing him to make crucial political decisions without discussing the consequences with his wife, the woman who will also be affected by his decisions and career. On top of that, she is falling back in love and having an affair with her ex-husband, Carlos. Gabrielle seems to be living “the good life,” but in reality, she is in a sticky and confusing situation.</font></p>
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		<title>Carrie Underwood: &#8220;So Small&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 21:46:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, I came across Carrie Underwood’s new single, So Small, coming off her new CD, Carnival Ride which hits stores October 23rd. I directly connected the central theme of the song, which is love, to “the good life” and what is considered to be “the good life.” The following lyrics came directly from Carrie Underwood’s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=8&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri">Yesterday, I came across <a href="http://www.carrieunderwoodofficial.com/" title="Carrie Underwood">Carrie Underwood</a>’s new single, <em><a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/so-small-lyrics-carrie-underwood.html" title="So Small">So Small</a>,</em> coming off her new CD, <a href="http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/store/artist/album/0,,4404385,00.html" title="Carnival Ride">Carnival Ride</a> which hits stores October 23<sup>rd</sup>. I directly connected the central theme of the song, which is love, to “the good life” and what is considered to be “the good life.” The following lyrics came directly from Carrie Underwood’s new single:</font></p>
<p><span><font face="Calibri">When you figure out love is all that matters after all<br />
It sure makes everything else seem<br />
So small</font></span></p>
<p style="margin:0 0 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span>Here, Carrie expresses her belief that in order to achieve “the good life,” love is all that matters. Even further, when you come to discover this truth, everything else in life will seem so petty and insignificant. Therefore, as the song states in the </span>subsequent lyrics, what we sometimes see as a huge problem or obstacle (the mountain we climb) may in fact be so small (a grain of salt):</font></p>
<p><span><font face="Calibri">Cause sometimes that mountain you&#8217;ve been climbing<br />
Is just a grain of sand</font></span></p>
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<span><font face="Calibri">It&#8217;s so easy to get lost inside<br />
A problem that seems so big at the time<br />
It&#8217;s like a river that&#8217;s so wide it swallows you whole</font></span></p>
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<p><span></span><span><span></span><span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span><font face="Calibri">Sometimes, we get so caught up in our problems that we completely blow them out of proportion and make them a bigger deal than they actually are. We tend to let our problems consume us or as the song states swallow us whole. However, in order to achieve “the good life” we need to realize that love is all that matters after all.</font></span><span><font face="Calibri">Perhaps, “the good life” could be summarized in the following quote from <em>So Small:</em></font></span></span><span> </span></span></p>
<p></span><span><span></span></span><span></span><span><span></span><span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span><font face="Calibri">While you&#8217;re sitting around thinking about what you can&#8217;t change<br />
And worrying about all the wrong things<br />
Time&#8217;s flying by, moving so fast<br />
You better make it count cause you can&#8217;t get it back</font></span></span></p>
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<p><span><span></span></span><span><span></span><span></span><span></span><span><font face="Calibri">Those four inspirational lines state that we must live life to the fullest! Our lives flash so quickly before our eyes. Therefore, we need to stop worrying about things that we have no control over. Make your life count! That is ultimately how one can achieve “the good life.”</font></span></span></p>
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		<title>Love leads the way to &#8220;the good life&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 01:37:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The good life” can be described in so many different ways and variations. I believe that love is essential in achieving the highest and most rewarding form of “the good life.” Love can be obtained through friends and family or a significant other. For me, the following quote by the French novelist and feminist, George [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=7&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“The good life” can be described in so many different ways and variations. I believe that love is essential in achieving the highest and most rewarding form of “the good life.” Love can be obtained through friends and family or a significant other. For me, the following quote by the French novelist and feminist, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Sand" title="George Sand">George Sand</a>, couldn’t be more accurate in its assumptions:</span><font face="Times New Roman"> </font><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><a href="http://www.lovepoemsandquotes.com/LoveQuote03.html" title="Love quote #1">“There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.”</a></span><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family:Calibri;">If happiness leads the way to the path of living “the good life,” then love present in an individual’s life is required in reaching a life considered to be ‘good.’ Not only is George Sand stating that individuals must love others, but he is also stating that individuals must have their love reciprocated. It is one thing to love another being, but to have that love denied causes must pain and suffering which pushes an individual away from achieving “the good life.” This is viewed in every day life, many novels, and many films. </span><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In the 2004 film <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332280/" title="The Notebook">“The Notebook”</a> also the 1996 romantic novel by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicholas_Sparks_%28author%29" title="Nicholas Sparks">Nicholas Sparks</a>, Noah Calhoun struggles to live “the good life” because his love for Allie Hamilton is not enough to bring her close to him.<span>  </span>Throughout this text, Noah strives to regain the love and passion of his teenage summer fling. Without Allie in his life, Noah is unhappy which makes “the good life” impossible. Once he recaptures the attention of Allie, their love is restored and finally, after many years of struggle and heartache, Noah is able to achieve “the good life.” <span> </span>This leads to the following quote by <a href="http://www.davidlevesque.com/" title="David Levesque">David Levesque</a>:</span><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><a href="http://www.lovepoemsandquotes.com/LoveQuote04.html" title="Love Quote #2">“You know you are in love when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world.”</a></span><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Noah comes to realize his love for Allie when all his thoughts and emotions were consumed by her. In fact, Noah did see the world in Allie’s eyes. This led him to rebuild a broken down mansion in an effort to win Allie back. Allie dreamed of a white house with blue shutters and a red door. When Noah rebuilds the mansion, Allie’s dream home is exactly what it looked like. Noah’s love for Allie was evident in all his actions. He truly achieved “the good life” and saw the world in the eyes of his beautiful love. </span></p>
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		<title>Ease of Life= The Good Life?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today, as I sat in Father Chris’ Ethics and Values class, we were discussing the differences of goods, rights, and virtues. As we read through specific scenarios given by Anthony Weston, author of the text “A 21st Century Ethical Textbook,” each student had to state whether the scenario was a good, right, or virtue. One [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mrf914.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1595101&amp;post=6&amp;subd=mrf914&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Today, as I sat in Father Chris’ Ethics and Values class, we were discussing the differences of goods, rights, and virtues. As we read through specific scenarios given by <a href="http://org.elon.edu/philosophy/ptp/weston.htm" title="Anthony Weston">Anthony Weston</a>, author of the text <a href="http://www.amazon.com/21st-Century-Ethical-Toolbox/dp/0195130405" title="A 21st Century Ethical Textbook">“A 21<sup>st</sup> Century Ethical Textbook</a>,” each student had to state whether the scenario was a good, right, or virtue. One scenario read, “Ease of life today versus obligations to the future.” Father Chris then whispered, almost too softly to understand, that ease of life is considered to be “the good life.” </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Before entering the exploratory program this semester, I would have never lingered on Father Chris’ mere utterance. In fact, after leaving class, I probably wouldn’t have remembered that remark. However, the connection he made between “the good life” and the ease of life caught my attention. Do I consider an easy life to be a good life? I don’t have a specific answer to that question. I feel that in some ways an easy life is a good life, and in other ways a difficult and challenging life can be a good life as well.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">When I think of any easy life, I’m reminded of the summer. I go to the beach, get together with family and friends, attend block parties and barbeques, and take vacations. However, the summer isn’t all fun and games. I also have to hold a job. To me, everything I just described is everything I love about life. Through the fall, winter, and spring, I dream of the summer. The summer is “the good life.” I’m happiest during summer, and my greatest, most cherished memories come from the summer. The summer is an easy life and a good life. </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Times New Roman">Approaching this from a different perspective, would the summer mean as much to me if life was always as easy as it was during the summer? I think not. Summer is a reward. A reward for all the hard work, challenges, and obstacles faced during the school year. The feeling of accomplishment and pride in achieving great grades and success during the school year also can be described as “the good life.” At the end of the semester, the ability to take a breath of relief is “the good life.” “The good life” is getting through life’s complications and every day stress. “The good life” is the ability to reach the ease of life after facing the challenge of life. <span> </span></font></p>
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