<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:42.511-07:00</updated><category term='story'/><title type='text'>Well Times</title><subtitle type='html'>Well Times is a virtual newspaper that reports on good news. Not real news, but good news, real or not. It focuses on the real good news and the possible good news.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665.post-768433779042395052</id><published>2007-06-26T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:50:00.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story (3 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kool_skatkat/15277792/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/15277793_409001fb52_d.jpg" alt="peace within" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier kept the man alive the best way he could, hoping for a rescue. When they were both found unconscious near dead. The prisoner was sent back to his country and the soldier was decorated for outstanding service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the medals and honours the soldier had received could not make him happy. He believed that he had failed in the mission he assigned himself; keeping the prisoner alive. This meeting brought peace and closure to this aging veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man realised that the person that needed forgiveness the most was himself. He had so quickly forgotten to hope. And the man he hated the most, had saved his life. From then on, the man travelled far and wide, to tell his story to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to me… The child, the ice cream, the river of tears… You see, even when life looks bleak, good is still happening to you. So judge not. I say let them have the ice cream. The next one will be tastier, even better. I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note:] What do you think? Should there be another lesson too? What other lesson do you seen in the story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28370665-768433779042395052?l=welltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/768433779042395052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28370665&amp;postID=768433779042395052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/768433779042395052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/768433779042395052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-3-of-3.html' title='The story (3 of 3)'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665.post-754641187038580985</id><published>2007-06-26T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:29:15.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The story (2 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kool_skatkat/15277792/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/9/15277792_4095056dbc_m.jpg" alt="The story (2 of 3)" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man has suffered so much, that he only had the strength to hate one soldier. This enemy soldier, who seemed to have no humanity left. He would come and push the most disgusting insects into the man’s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man survived and sought to understand the reason and meaning of his ordeal. Was it to learn forgiveness? Maybe it was. So the man learned to forgive. He sought every one that harmed him. He met many and forgave many. He met all but the soldier that fed him the insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man expected, the soldier would be the hardest to forgive. It was time to meet. As soon as he saw the face the soldier, now wrinkled and old, memories rushed back to his mind. He had tried so hard to forget. The soldier could hardly recognise the man. He was now healthy and looked a lot better. The man identified himself. As soon as the soldier recognised the man, he hugged him with the strongest and warmest hug the man had ever received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, the man heard words that taught him the final lesson. You see, the soldier, trained in survival skill, had vowed to himself to stay at the abandoned prison and keep the prisoner alive. The soldier survived on nothing else but roots and insects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28370665-754641187038580985?l=welltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/754641187038580985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28370665&amp;postID=754641187038580985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/754641187038580985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/754641187038580985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-2-of-3.html' title='The story (2 of 3)'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/9/15277792_4095056dbc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665.post-8920093679339065415</id><published>2007-06-26T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:19:01.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story (1 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kool_skatkat/15277791/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/12/15277791_31b31c83de_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="The story (1 of 3)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child is sitting minding his own business. A good person comes along and gives the child the tastiest ice cream in the world. The child licks once, twice... oh, so delicious, feeling every taste, ... It`s the best ice cream in the universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happens, the ice cream is taken away just before the third lick. The child frowns. The child`s mouth opens. The child cries the loudest cry and deepest cry ever. The child`s tears are flowing faster and soon there`s nothing but a river of sadness. Even the best swimmer will not try, lest he downs in sorrow too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m that child; only the river of tears is in my heart. Why? Why do they take the ice cream way. I loved that ice cream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds of a story that`s longer than I`ll tell. A man was wrongfully arrested during the war, believed to be a spy. After years of war, after years of torture, the man was left alone to die in a rotten jail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frail, he sat motionless, in the same position, second after second, minute after minute, year after year. His body was almost dead, yet his mind could experience every moment of this cruel existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28370665-8920093679339065415?l=welltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8920093679339065415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28370665&amp;postID=8920093679339065415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/8920093679339065415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/8920093679339065415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-1-of-3.html' title='The story (1 of 3)'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/12/15277791_31b31c83de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665.post-182268269403796800</id><published>2007-06-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:12:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles in Brussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kool_skatkat/444636725/" title="Photo Sharing" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/444636725_6394585622_m.jpg" width="240" height="166" alt="Belgium, Brussels: A place of miracles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered and took a few shots, I saw a woman in need of deliverance from an intoxicating liquid. A glass now then is enjoyable, but walking around with a bottle or two, is a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she prayed to regained her freedom, a miracle happened; The bottle cracked and her foe dripped out. Of course leaving behind a smell not fit for a place of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she left carrying her beverage, the remaining drops left a trail of evidence, that miracles happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[s_IMG4_7691_7694_crop]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eglise Saint Nicolas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28370665-182268269403796800?l=welltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/182268269403796800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28370665&amp;postID=182268269403796800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/182268269403796800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/182268269403796800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/2007/06/miracles-in-bruxelles.html' title='Miracles in Brussels'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/444636725_6394585622_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665.post-114907894291382181</id><published>2006-05-31T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:01:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back page news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kool_skatkat/155497405/" title="Banned bad news"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/155497405_96b835c068_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banned News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;In a new trend that seems unstoppable, 80 percent of newspapers in Great York have banned all bad news from the front page and back page of their news paper. "This is to encourage more people to do and report on good acts" said the chief-editor of Great York Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great York Times was first to start with including at least one good news story on the front page. The increase in sales quickly indicated which direction to take. More people have returned to reading the newspaper. They have been avoiding other media that have not yet started highlighting positive news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's front page highlighted a family of four's survival and how a mother's determination has inspired each of its members. Two long time rivals have reconciled after realising there's more happiness and joy around then was previously reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly started dialogs have reduced negotiation times in business all around the country. This economy benefit has become hard to ignore by neighbouring countries. Great York Times chief-editor has already been nominated for the Nobel Prices. A reader of Great York Times wrote, "It takes one to start a revolution, and we are all behind him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28370665-114907894291382181?l=welltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114907894291382181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28370665&amp;postID=114907894291382181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/114907894291382181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/114907894291382181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-page-news.html' title='Back page news'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28370665.post-114802176114400169</id><published>2006-05-18T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:56:01.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Times</title><content type='html'>The idea of well times is a news paper that would nothing but good news. The stories don't have to be real stories but they have to be good news stories. Look for interesting stories in the news and find the good news angle and you have a story that can be posted here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28370665-114802176114400169?l=welltimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/feeds/114802176114400169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28370665&amp;postID=114802176114400169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/114802176114400169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28370665/posts/default/114802176114400169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welltimes.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-times.html' title='Well Times'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13854623104003605000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
