<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post5456547853073754672..comments</id><updated>2011-07-13T22:49:23.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Blogs Are Stupid: Heroic</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/feeds/5456547853073754672/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html'/><author><name>Blog Antagonist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378330862349859998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-4lMOrg5hQ/TZ81QqOeJ8I/AAAAAAAAAso/pikfk6ZxbDI/s220/Blogprofile1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-2727849637115515257</id><published>2011-07-13T22:49:23.928-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:49:23.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As you were searching for the word to describe wha...</title><summary type='text'>As you were searching for the word to describe what you need to come to terms with your own mortality, I already had it in mind.  You called it peace.  And then you came around to courage and grace.  For me, GRACE encompasses peace and courage.  I learned that as I watched my mom who had 52 days to prepare for her own death.  An absolutely terrifying position to be in.  But she did it with grace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/2727849637115515257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/2727849637115515257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1310615363928#c2727849637115515257' title=''/><author><name>Dyann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-837896261'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-7487511102857344138</id><published>2011-07-08T13:32:17.038-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:32:17.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth? Gah. I don&amp;#39;t know. I still feel like I...</title><summary type='text'>Growth? Gah. I don&amp;#39;t know. I still feel like I&amp;#39;m sitting in the corner with my blankie sucking my thumb. But thanks. And thanks for the validation too. :?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/7487511102857344138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/7487511102857344138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1310149937038#c7487511102857344138' title=''/><author><name>Blog Antagonist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09378330862349859998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-4lMOrg5hQ/TZ81QqOeJ8I/AAAAAAAAAso/pikfk6ZxbDI/s220/Blogprofile1.bmp'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-96549027'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-4656653986698014881</id><published>2011-07-08T11:08:16.733-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:08:16.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we will always have fear of the unknown no...</title><summary type='text'>I think we will always have fear of the unknown no matter how prepared we might think we are, or how spiritual we are.  It&amp;#39;s like when we are with someone who has a terminal illness.  We know the day is coming.  We watch them deteriorate.  We watch them struggle.  We in our heart of hearts don&amp;#39;t want them to struggle anymore.  But when the time comes that they indeed pass away it still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/4656653986698014881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/4656653986698014881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1310141296733#c4656653986698014881' title=''/><author><name>Just Words On A Page</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874228350687436901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1lw7j_5gKA/TC5S0za7F2I/AAAAAAAAADY/8AQCeCoBrX4/S220/button-1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2145331867'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-2194725531967178834</id><published>2011-07-06T22:44:43.028-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:44:43.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A number of years ago, I took a course in how to s...</title><summary type='text'>A number of years ago, I took a course in how to support people living in palliative care.  How to befriend and tend to the dying, basically.  Spending that much time talking and thinking about death, brought everything in life to that much a sweeter, in living colour, kind of experience.  I think sometimes people who are dying get that, too.  And the way they live their last days blesses us all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/2194725531967178834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/2194725531967178834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1310010283028#c2194725531967178834' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08485646970090858379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up8M9UvQZ-U/TgvxDTM9QoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aBB2ujkKzAY/s220/Profile%2Bpic%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-378062896'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-3498802397456693228</id><published>2011-07-04T07:32:47.662-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:32:47.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to feel very similarly to what you expresse...</title><summary type='text'>I used to feel very similarly to what you expressed. Take me out kicking and screaming. Until the night this past January when I really was within moments of death. And I was OK with dying. It still surprises me. I actually felt ready.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/3498802397456693228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/3498802397456693228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1309782767662#c3498802397456693228' title=''/><author><name>Avalon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1117/3563/320/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-617847414'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-233537645677223977</id><published>2011-07-03T11:26:07.656-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:26:07.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know how to make peace with the ...</title><summary type='text'>&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know how to make peace with the whole idea of just not BEING any more.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would terrify me too if I believed it.  But I can&amp;#39;t imagine how it could be true. How can it be true that our souls, or whatever you want to call our conscious existence, will just cease to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust your experiences after your mother&amp;#39;s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/233537645677223977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/233537645677223977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1309710367656#c233537645677223977' title=''/><author><name>Barb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-910409008'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-3895425433909463212</id><published>2011-07-02T18:15:07.183-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:15:07.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend of mine lost her son in a drowning accide...</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine lost her son in a drowning accident the other day. He was five. I can&amp;#39;t believe that death is the absence of being. I won&amp;#39;t. There has to be something more than this life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/3895425433909463212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/3895425433909463212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1309648507183#c3895425433909463212' title=''/><author><name>jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00967156307632862683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14897233711609198361'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EDFdd2x0WfI/TZoSK3f0LiI/AAAAAAAABEo/eGsUZH4Q1k4/s220/IMG_3809.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-840571820'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-4872741339640506294</id><published>2011-07-02T16:55:13.560-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:55:13.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I won&amp;#39;t be very heroic or brave at all. I&amp;#39;...</title><summary type='text'>I won&amp;#39;t be very heroic or brave at all. I&amp;#39;m not scared of dying, just don&amp;#39;t like leaving the people I love so much here. It also freaks me out when people I don&amp;#39;t even really know die. It seems so random somehow. Good people get sick and/or die. Not-so-great ones do everything wrong and survive. As the saying goes, life sure isn&amp;#39;t fair!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/4872741339640506294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/5456547853073754672/comments/default/4872741339640506294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html?showComment=1309643713560#c4872741339640506294' title=''/><author><name>Margaret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197599882756386184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.blogantagonist.com/2011/07/heroic.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20982663.post-5456547853073754672' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20982663/posts/default/5456547853073754672' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-290442634'/></entry></feed>
