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	<title>Comments on: My Guardian Angel is a Taxi Driver</title>
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		<title>by: T.Cabril</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-45508</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 21:31:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>My daughter graduated high school went off to college. As her father I was concerned because she was quiet, very shy, and a preacher's kid. I didn't want her to go and told her so. I thought she was too immature, too green, to go away to college. She insisted.

Later, we discovered she had become pregnant before the first snow fell.  She had gone, by herself, to an upper classman's dorm. Drank a beer or two, and was date raped. We found out she was pregnant at spring break. She was ashamed and was afraid her minister father would disown her, so she didn't tell us until she had to.

Before, she left for college, I had a premonition of what might happen. So, I made a point of telling her to be careful. And that I would always love her, no matter what, and that she would always be my little girl. 

I wish she had not been afraid. But I didn't know then, nor do I know now, how I could have said it any more or better than; I love you. 

She didn't want to prosecute. She didn't want an abortion. She wanted counseling for teenage mothers who put their babies up for adoption.

While, she was in counseling and as her belly grew, I gently told her she didn't have to give the baby away. In fact, I hoped she wouldn't. But it was her decision.

My daughter will be thirty years old this year. She married a boy she met at college, while she was pregnant who fell in love with her. I have three beautiful grandchildren and a daughter I adore.

There are no easy choices. I think my daughter learned the hard way, that when you are hard on yourself, life is not as hard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My daughter graduated high school went off to college. As her father I was concerned because she was quiet, very shy, and a preacher&#8217;s kid. I didn&#8217;t want her to go and told her so. I thought she was too immature, too green, to go away to college. She insisted.</p>
<p>Later, we discovered she had become pregnant before the first snow fell.  She had gone, by herself, to an upper classman&#8217;s dorm. Drank a beer or two, and was date raped. We found out she was pregnant at spring break. She was ashamed and was afraid her minister father would disown her, so she didn&#8217;t tell us until she had to.</p>
<p>Before, she left for college, I had a premonition of what might happen. So, I made a point of telling her to be careful. And that I would always love her, no matter what, and that she would always be my little girl. </p>
<p>I wish she had not been afraid. But I didn&#8217;t know then, nor do I know now, how I could have said it any more or better than; I love you. </p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t want to prosecute. She didn&#8217;t want an abortion. She wanted counseling for teenage mothers who put their babies up for adoption.</p>
<p>While, she was in counseling and as her belly grew, I gently told her she didn&#8217;t have to give the baby away. In fact, I hoped she wouldn&#8217;t. But it was her decision.</p>
<p>My daughter will be thirty years old this year. She married a boy she met at college, while she was pregnant who fell in love with her. I have three beautiful grandchildren and a daughter I adore.</p>
<p>There are no easy choices. I think my daughter learned the hard way, that when you are hard on yourself, life is not as hard.
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		<title>by: katie</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-44125</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 19:51:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-44125</guid>
					<description>this brings tears to my eyes. Such a painful story, too often experienced.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this brings tears to my eyes. Such a painful story, too often experienced.
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		<title>by: Mike G.(retired corrections officer)badge216@yahoo.com</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-40142</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:49:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-40142</guid>
					<description>This is a powerful story.I thank you for writing it.and Thanks also to the people the pass kindness not judgement.God Bless.Mike G.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a powerful story.I thank you for writing it.and Thanks also to the people the pass kindness not judgement.God Bless.Mike G.
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		<title>by: Marichka Melnyk</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-2011</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 19:29:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-2011</guid>
					<description>The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze me. How lovely of you to call him an angel; that's a person who deserves it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The kindness of strangers never ceases to amaze me. How lovely of you to call him an angel; that&#8217;s a person who deserves it.
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		<title>by: Julie</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-888</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 06:49:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-888</guid>
					<description>So little is written – or, more likely, published – on this subject, yet it affects millions of us, men and women alike. I commend your bravery in putting this out there. It's inspiring.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So little is written – or, more likely, published – on this subject, yet it affects millions of us, men and women alike. I commend your bravery in putting this out there. It&#8217;s inspiring.
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		<title>by: Natalia Antonova</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-247</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 13:43:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/10/27/my-guardian-angel-is-a-taxi-driver/#comment-247</guid>
					<description>Thank you for this. *hugs*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for this. *hugs*
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