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	<title>Comments on: Creating Connections</title>
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		<title>By: Rebecca</title>
		<link>http://beckscafe.com/2006/05/07/creating-connections/#comment-38</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2006 12:26:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you for your wonderful story Sharon.  It&#039;s interesting to me how small incidents like that can suddenly change the course of our lives forever, for the good.  They usually seem to come right at a time we least expect them and probably most need them.  It seems like, to me, that it&#039;s the tyranny of the urgent (or the fear of it?) that leads many of us away from building connections and the memories that count.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for your wonderful story Sharon.  It&#8217;s interesting to me how small incidents like that can suddenly change the course of our lives forever, for the good.  They usually seem to come right at a time we least expect them and probably most need them.  It seems like, to me, that it&#8217;s the tyranny of the urgent (or the fear of it?) that leads many of us away from building connections and the memories that count.</p>
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		<title>By: Sharon Lynn</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 20:28:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This reminds me of a story told by a former boss.  It seems he and his wife were travelling in Switzerland one Summer and he was approached by an older woman that he didn&#039;t know.  They struck up a conversation as they waited for breakfast.  While he was busily describing the global business that he ran, she abruptly stopped the conversation and asked him &quot;how old are you?&quot;  &quot;60&quot; he replied.  Well, she said, &quot;You still have time&quot;.  He was taken aback by the comment as he didn&#039;t follow.  After a minute of silence he looked at her and asked &quot;time for what?&quot;  &quot;Time to make memories&quot; she said as she departed.

You know, I knew that guy for almost 15 years.  He was a brilliant, hard driving, unemotional, and totally consumed executive.  Yet, that one brief encounter changed him forever.  Shortly thereafter he retired and has spent the last 11 years touring the world with his wife and ... finally making the memories that count.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This reminds me of a story told by a former boss.  It seems he and his wife were travelling in Switzerland one Summer and he was approached by an older woman that he didn&#8217;t know.  They struck up a conversation as they waited for breakfast.  While he was busily describing the global business that he ran, she abruptly stopped the conversation and asked him &#8220;how old are you?&#8221;  &#8220;60&#8243; he replied.  Well, she said, &#8220;You still have time&#8221;.  He was taken aback by the comment as he didn&#8217;t follow.  After a minute of silence he looked at her and asked &#8220;time for what?&#8221;  &#8220;Time to make memories&#8221; she said as she departed.</p>
<p>You know, I knew that guy for almost 15 years.  He was a brilliant, hard driving, unemotional, and totally consumed executive.  Yet, that one brief encounter changed him forever.  Shortly thereafter he retired and has spent the last 11 years touring the world with his wife and &#8230; finally making the memories that count.</p>
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