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Submitted by The Flawger, FG4L, Featured Blogger

Alright, I’m not your average consumer.  My shoes have holes everywhere you look, my clothing is from the thrift shop, and my underwear?  Well let’s just leave it at, ‘I wear a clean pair every day!’  Point being, I don’t shop.  The last 20 times I’ve been to a mall was to shop for gifts for other people.  I was also 10 when those last 20 outings first occurred.  Am I poor?  Not at all, my life is full of richness and financially, The Flawger is going to be just fine J

But I do have to make a confession.  I have spent money on clothing… for myself!  I just found myself really REALLY wanting something I saw and felt like I had to have it.  This must be that feeling that the rest of consumer America gets on a daily basis.  I’ve been consumed with consumership! 

What is it that I saw that I just had to have?  FeelGood aparrel!  It’s SOOOOOO cool looking!  And all the proceeds go to the cause we all love so much!  WIN WIN!

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Submitted by Dana Huttlin, FG Pitt, Featured Blogger

I recently went out to breakfast with a woman who served as my mentor when I went through confirmation at my church. Over the past seven years, we’ve kept in touch off and on, and I’ve have continually looked forward to our talks about anything and everything over breakfast at our town diner. Alright, so this is all fine and good, but why am I writing about this? Because my mentor, Mrs. H., has a knack for telling me stories that just don’t just make me feel good, but revive my hope in the world. So for this blog post, I figured I would share one of the stories she told me at our last breakfast.

Mrs. H., now in her late sixties, went on a pretty incredible European trip sometime in her early twenties. During her trip, she visited an old professor who was spending a year as a visiting professor at the University of Paris. Keep in mind, this was way before the days of instant communication, and letters were the key to meeting up with anyone. Mrs. H took a train into the city, fully expecting to meet the professor and his family at the station. But when she got in, at ten pm on a Saturday night, no one was there to claim her.

Submitted by The Flawger, FG4L, Featured Blogger