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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Two Hundred and Seventh Question

As a child, who had the most positive impact on your life?
In what ways did they influence you?

19 Comments:

  • At 10:19 AM, Blogger bjk said…

    I 'think' I would have to say my Grandfather....he seemed to give me the most unconditional love and I craved that.....He corrected us but his love wasn't contingent on the correction....that's what I remember anyway....I had enough conditional love.....

     
  • At 10:19 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My uncle.

     
  • At 12:36 PM, Blogger "Angeldust" said…

    My grandfather. Loving, kind, creative – inventor…
    He disciplined me and gave me unwavering support and “protected” me.
    He took me fishing with him (and fed me green peas for breakfast!) – at a time man when did not spend time with children – never mind those of the female kind)
    I am so happy and proud to have known him, to have had him in my life. Despite his lack of formal education – he was a bright, wise, multi-talented hard working man. A loving, tender husband to my grandmother until his last breath. A reluctant explorer, adventurer – a true survivor!

     
  • At 1:41 PM, Blogger Mind Sprite said…

    My mom. She loved me unconditionally and treated me like an adult and human being from the beginning. She never said it outright, but there was always the understanding that she trusted me and felt I could do anything I put my mind to it.

    Which is why it's so painful that we don't see eye to eye on much of anything anymore. We still love each other, but there is tension now.

     
  • At 2:38 PM, Blogger Kristi said…

    My Mom. She taught me a lot of responsibility, taught me to have fun and be fit. She used to ride her bike back and forth through town waving to me and my team when we were at softball practice. We would ride bikes across town to the outdoor pool in the summer. She was the best!

     
  • At 5:27 PM, Blogger Pixie said…

    Definitely my twin brother. Homeboy has one mood, and it's always HAPPY. He really taught me how to let things roll off my back and he is someone that I can always count on. He's fabulous.

     
  • At 7:32 PM, Blogger ian g. said…

    Sadly, I'm really not sure.
    Been back here a few times thinking about it.
    Still not sure.

     
  • At 8:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My uncle R.L. Slaght, & my grandparents.

    ~Dante~

     
  • At 8:32 PM, Blogger AKH said…

    Probably my mom. She was always there and always said that you can do whatever you put your mind to. If people before you could do it, so can you.

     
  • At 9:20 PM, Blogger Anne-Marie said…

    My dad, no question. He was a sweet, gentle man who made his three children recognise their blessings and live life to the fuller and with gratitude.

    Cheers,
    AM

     
  • At 10:07 PM, Blogger SassyFemme said…

    My mom. She loved me unconditionally, showed me I was special every day, and made me feel loved, respected, and important. She taught me to do for others, and to just b e nice, and be positive. Uh, that's not to say my dad didn't do those same things, he did. My mom just had the biggest positive impact on me.

     
  • At 10:15 PM, Blogger Bellarosa said…

    I'd love to be able to say my mom or my dad, but if I am honest I can't.
    I have to say it was 2 of my older sisters. Being raised by them as opposed to parents that were never around, all of my childhood memories ... including holiday's involve my sisters.

     
  • At 3:23 AM, Blogger Fletch said…

    My father...

    If I ever become half the man he is then I will be more than happy that I have succeeded in my life...

    He is most compassionate, insightfull and carrying person Ive ever met...

    Ciao Ciao

     
  • At 3:52 AM, Blogger alan said…

    Books and liner notes if that's a fair answer!

    alan

     
  • At 10:26 AM, Blogger dazedgonebye said…

    When I was 4 years old, I became convinced that if I took a kernel of corn from my plate and planted it, it would grow. Eventually, my parents let me try.
    The next day, my father dragged me out of bed to show me what had happened. Where I planted the cooked kernel of corn, there was now a 3 foot stalk.
    Years later, going through pictures with my parents, we found the one they took that day. My four year old smiling face, as proud as could be, standing next to the corn that I "grew."
    My father told me that he wanted to show me that if I believed hard enough, I could make anything happen.
    I struggle every day to be that kind of father to my boys.

     
  • At 1:40 PM, Blogger nancy =) said…

    my fourth grade teacher, mrs. cherensky...she was an artist and turned me into one...and she thought i was amazing...

    peace...

     
  • At 5:56 PM, Blogger danielle said…

    my dad. he made every moment spent with him an exciting adventure. and he's still the one that reminds me that life is always worth taking the risk and pushing ahead.

     
  • At 10:00 AM, Blogger Sphinx said…

    My Gramma. She passed away in 2000 and I still miss her and think of her often.

     
  • At 9:01 AM, Blogger DayDreamer said…

    My nan always spoiled me and offered me love. She looked after me, but was also my friend. I'm ashamed to say that I took it for granted and didn't give back half of what I took.

    I miss her.

     

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