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ContentsIntroduction . 3On Love . 9Learning to Love Yourself. 117On Parenting . 139On Learning . 202Live Your Dream . 247Overcoming Obstacles . 383Eclectic Wisdom . 482
IntroductionWe know everything we need to know toend the needless emotional suffering thatmany people currently experience. Highself-esteem and personal effectiveness areavailable to anyone willing to take the timeto pursue them.It is difficult to translate the spirit of a livepresentation into the written word. Storieswe tell every day have had to be rewrittenfive times to work as well in print as they dolive. When you are reading these stories,please forget everything you ever learnedin your speed-reading classes. Slow down.Listen to the words in your heart as well asin your mind. Savor each story. Let it touchyou. Ask yourself, what does it awaken inme? What does it suggest for my life? What
feeling or action does it call forth from myinner being? Let yourself have a personalrelationship with each story.Some stories will speak louder to you thanothers. Some will have deeper meaning.Some will make you cry. Some will makeyou laugh. Some will give you a warmfeeling all over. Some may hit you rightbetween the eyes. There is no rightreaction. There is only your reaction. Let ithappen and let it be.Don't hurry through this book. Take yourtime. Enjoy it. Savor it. Engage it with yourwhole being. It represents thousands ofhours of culling the "best of the best" fromour 40 years of combined experience. Onelast thing: Reading a book like this is a littlelike sitting down to eat a meal of all
desserts. It may be a little too rich. It is ameal with no vegetables, salad or bread. Itis all essence with very little froth.In our seminars and workshops we takemore time to set up and discuss theimplications of each story. There are moreexplanations and explorations of how toapply the lessons and principles to youreveryday life. Don't just read these stories.Take the time to digest them and makethem your own.If you find yourself moved to share a storywith others, do it. When a story makes youthink of another person, call the person itbrings to mind and share it. Engage thesestories and let them move you to dowhatever comes up for you.
They are meant to inspire and motivateyou. For a lot of these stories we went backto the original source and asked them towrite it or tell it in their own words. Many ofthe stories will be in their voice, not ours.We have attributed every story we could tothe original source. For all of those that arefrom fellow speakers and trainers, we haveincluded a contributors section in the backof the book where we have listed theirname, address and phone number so youcan contact them yourself if you wish.If you find yourself moved to share a storywith others, do it. When a story makes youthink of another person, call the person itbrings to mind and share it. Engage thesestories and let them move you to dowhatever comes up for you.
They are meant to inspire and motivateyou. For a lot of these stories we went backto the original source and asked them towrite it or tell it in their own words. Many ofthe stories will be in their voice, not ours.We have attributed every story we could tothe original source. For all of those that arefrom fellow speakers and trainers, we haveincluded a contributors section in the backof the book where we have listed theirname, address and phone number so youcan contact them yourself if you wish.Share with UsWe would love to hear your reactions to thestories in this book. Please let us knowwhat your favorite stories were and howthey affected you. We also invite you tosend us stories you would like to see
published in future editions of ChickenSoup For The Soul. You can send us eitherstories you have written or stories writtenby others that you have liked. Sendsubmissions to: Chicken Soup For TheSoul P.O. Box 30880 Santa Barbara, p.com. You can alsovisit the Chicken Soup For The Soul site onAmerica Online at keyword: chickensoup.We hope you enjoy reading this book asmuch as we enjoyed compiling, editing andwriting it.
On LoveThe day will come when, after harnessingspace, the winds, the tides and gravitation,we shall harness for God the energies oflove. And on that day, for the second timein the history of the world, we shall havediscovered fire. - Tielhard de ChardinLove: The One Creative ForceSpread love everywhere you go: first of allin your own house. Give love to yourchildren, to your wife or husband, to a nextdoor neighbor. . . . Let no one ever come toyou without leaving better and happier. Bethe living expression of God's kindness;kindness in your face, kindness in youreyes, kindness in your smile, kindness inyour warm greeting. - Mother Teresa
A college professor had his sociology classgo into the Baltimore slums to get casehistories of 200 young boys. They wereasked to write an evaluation of each boy'sfuture. In every case the students wrote,"He hasn't got a chance." Twenty-fiveyears later another sociology professorcame across the earlier study. He had hisstudents follow up on the project to seewhat had happened to these boys. With theexception of 20 boys who had moved awayor died, the students learned that 176 of theremaining 180 had achieved more thanordinary success as lawyers, doctors andbusinessmen.The professor was astounded and decidedto pursue the matter further. Fortunately, allthe men were in the area and he was ableto ask each one, "How do you account for
your success?" In each case the replycame with feeling, 'There was a teacher."The teacher was still alive, so he soughther out and asked the old but still alert ladywhat magic formula she had used to pullthese boys out of the slums into successfulachievement.The teacher's eyes sparkled and her lipsbroke into a gentle smile. "It's really verysimple," she said. "I loved those boys." Eric ButterworthAll I RememberWhen my father spoke to me, he alwaysbegan the conversation with "Have I toldyou yet today how much I adore you?" Theexpression of love was reciprocated and, inhis later years, as his life began to visibly
ebb, we grew even closer if that werepossible.At 82 he was ready to die, and I was readyto let him go so that his suffering wouldend. We laughed and cried and held handsand told each other of our love and agreedthat it was time. I said, "Dad, after you'vegone I want a sign from you that you'refine." He laughed at the absurdity of that;Dad didn't believe in reincarnation. I wasn'tpositive I did either, but I had had manyexperiences that convinced me I could getsome signal "from the other side."My father and I were so deeply connectedI felt his heart attack in my chest at themoment he died. Later I mourned that thehospital, in their sterile wisdom, had not letme hold his hand as he had slipped away.
Day after day I prayed to hear from him, butnothing happened. Night after night I askedfor a dream before I fell asleep. And yetfour long months passed and I heard andfelt nothing but grief at his loss. Mother haddied five years before of Alzheimer's, and,though I had grown daughters of my own, Ifelt like a lost child.One day, while I was lying on a massagetable in a dark quiet room waiting for myappointment, a wave of longing for myfather swept over me. I began to wonder ifI had been too demanding in asking for asign from him. I noticed that my mind wasin a hyper-acute state. I experienced anunfamiliar clarity in which I could haveadded long columns of figures in my head.I checked to make sure I was awake andnot dreaming, and I saw that I was as far
removed from a dreamy state as one couldpossibly be. Each thought I had, was like adrop of water disturbing a still pond, and Imarveled at the peacefulness of eachpassing moment. Then I thought, "I've beentrying to control the messages from theother side; I will stop that now."Suddenly my mother's face appeared—mymother,asshehadbeenbeforeAlzheimer's disease had stripped her of hermind, her humanity and 50 pounds. Hermagnificent silver hair crowned her sweetface. She was so real and so close I felt Icould reach out and touch her. She lookedas she had a dozen years ago, before thewasting away had begun. I even smelledthe fragrance of Joy, her favorite perfume.She seemed to be waiting and did notspeak. I wondered how it could happen that
I was thinking of my father and my motherappeared, and I felt a little guilty that I hadnot asked for her as well.I said, "Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry that youhad to suffer with that horrible disease."She tipped her head slightly to one side, asthough to acknowledge what I had saidabout her suffering. Then she smiled—abeautiful smile—and said very distinctly,"But all I remember is love." And shedisappeared. I began to shiver in a roomsuddenly gone cold, and I knew in mybones that the love we give and receive isall that matters and all that is remembered.Suffering disappears - love remains.Her words are the most important I haveever heard, and that moment is foreverengraved on my heart.
I have not yet seen or heard from my father,but I have no doubts that someday, when Ileast expect it, he will appear and say,"Have I told you yet today that I love you?"- Bobbie ProbsteinHeart SongOnce upon a time there was a great manwho married the woman of his dreams.With their love, they created a little girl. Shewas a bright and cheerful little girl and thegreat man loved her very much.When she was very little, he would pick herup, hum a tune and dance with her aroundthe room, and he would tell her, "I love you,little girl." When the little girl was growingup, the great man would hug her and tellher, "I love you, little girl." The little girlwould pout and say, "I'm not a little girl
anymore." Then the man would laugh andsay, "But to me, you'll always be my littlegirl."The little girl who-was-not-little-anymoreleft her home and went into the world. Asshe learned more about herself, shelearned more about the man. She saw thathe truly was great and strong, for now sherecognized his strengths. One of hisstrengths was his ability to express his loveto his family. It didn't matter where she wentin the world, the man would call her andsay, "I love you, little girl."The day came when the little girl who-wasnot-little-anymore received a phone call.The great man was damaged.He had had a stroke. He was aphasic, theyexplained to the girl. He couldn't talk
anymore and they weren't sure that hecould understand the words spoken to him.He could no longer smile, laugh, walk, hug,dance or tell the little girl who-was-not-littleanymore that he loved her.And so she went to the side of the greatman. When she walked into the room andsaw him, he looked small and not strong atall. He looked at her and tried to speak, buthe could not.The little girl did the only thing she could do.She climbed up on the bed next to the greatman. Tears ran from both of their eyes andshe drew her arms around the uselessshoulders of her father.Her head on his chest, she thought of manythings. She remembered the wonderfultimes together and how she had always felt
protected and cherished by the great man.She felt grief for the loss she was toendure, the words of love that hadcomforted her.And then she heard from within the man,the beat of his heart. The heart where themusic and the words had always lived. Theheart beat on, steadily unconcerned aboutthe damage to the rest of the body. Andwhilesherestedthere,themagichappened. She heard what she needed tohear.His heart beat out the words that his mouthcould no longer say. I love you I love youI love you Little girl Little girl Little girl Andshe was comforted. - Patty HansenTrue Love
Moses Mendelssohn, the grandfather ofthe well-known German composer, was farfrom being handsome. Along with a rathershortstature,hehadagrotesquehunchback.One day he visited a merchant in Hamburgwho had a lovely daughter named Frumtje.Moses fell hopelessly in love with her. ButFrumtje was repulsed by his misshapenappearance.When it came time for him to leave, Mosesgathered his courage and climbed thestairs to her room to take one lastopportunity to speak with her. She was avision of heavenly beauty, but caused himdeep sadness by her refusal to look at him.After several attempts at conversation,Moses shyly asked, "Do you believe
marriages are made in heaven?" "Yes,"she answered, still looking at the floor."And do you?""Yes I do," he replied. "You see, in heavenat the birth of each boy, the Lordannounces which girl he will marry. When Iwas born, my future bride was pointed outto me. Then the Lord added, 'But your wifewill be humpbacked.'"Right then and there I called out, 'Oh Lord,a humpbacked woman would be a tragedy.Please, Lord, give me the hump and let herbe beautiful.'"Then Frumtje looked up into his eyes andwas stirred by some deep memory. Shereached out and gave Mendelssohn herhand and later became his devoted wife. Barry and Joyce Vissell
The Hugging Judge‘Don't bug me! Hug me!’ - Bumper StickerLee Shapiro is a retired judge. He is alsoone of the most genuinely loving people weknow. At one point in his career, Leerealized that love is the greatest powerthere is. As a result, Lee became a hugger.He began offering everybody a hug.His colleagues dubbed him "the huggingjudge" (as opposed to the hanging judge,we suppose). The bumper sticker on hiscar reads, "Don't bug me! Hug me!"About six years ago Lee created what hecalls his Hugger Kit. On the outside it reads"A heart for a hug." The inside containsthirty little red embroidered hearts withstickums on the back. Lee will take out his
Hugger Kit, go around to people and offerthem a little red heart in exchange for ahug.Lee has become so well known for this thathe is often invited to keynote conferencesand conventions, where he shares hismessage of unconditional love. At aconference in San Francisco, the localnews media challenged him by saying, "Itis easy to give out hugs here in theconference to people who self-selected tobe here. But this would never work in thereal world."They challenged Lee to give away somehugs on the streets of San Francisco.Followed by a television crew from the localnews station, Lee went out onto the street.First he approached a woman walking by.
"Hi, I'm Lee Shapiro, the hugging judge. I'mgiving out these hearts in exchange for ahug." "Sure," she replied. "Too easy,"challenged the local commentator. Leelooked around. He saw a meter maid whowas being given a hard time by the ownerof a BMW to whom she was giving a ticket.He marched up to her, camera crew in tow,and said, "You look like you could use ahug. I'm the hugging judge and I'm offeringyou one." She accepted.The television commentator threw downone final challenge. "Look, here comes abus. San Francisco bus drivers are thetoughest, crabbiest, meanest people in thewhole town. Let's see you get him to hugyou." Lee took the challenge.
As the bus pulled up to the curb, Lee said,"Hi, I'm Lee Shapiro, the hugging judge.This has got to be one of the most stressfuljobs in the whole world. I'm offering hugs topeople today to lighten the load a little.Would you like one?" The six-foot-two,230-pound bus driver got out of his seat,stepped down and said, "Why not?"Lee hugged him, gave him a heart andwaved goodbye as the bus pulled out. TheTV crew was speechless. Finally, thecommentator said, "I have to admit, I'mvery impressed."One day Lee's friend Nancy Johnstonshowed up on his doorstep. Nancy is aprofessional clown and she was wearingher clown costume, makeup and all. "Lee,
grab a bunch of your Hugger Kits and let'sgo out to the home for the disabled."When they arrived at the home, theystarted giving out balloon hats, hearts andhugstothepatients.Leewasuncomfortable. He had never beforehugged people who were terminally ill,severely retarded or quadriplegic. It wasdefinitely a stretch. But after a while itbecame easier, with Nancy and Leeacquiring an entourage of doctors, nursesand orderlies who followed them from wardto ward.After several hours they entered the lastward. These were 34 of the worst casesLee had seen in his life. The feeling was sogrim it took his heart away. But out of theircommitment to share their love and to
make a difference, Nancy and Lee startedworking their way around the room followedby the entourage of medical staff, all ofwhom by now had hearts on their collarsand balloon hats on their heads.Finally, Lee came to the last person,Leonard. Leonard was wearing a big whitebib which he was drooling on. Lee lookedat Leonard dribbling onto his bib and said,"Let's go, Nancy. There's no way we canget through to this person." Nancy replied,"C'mon, Lee. He's a fellow human being,too, isn't he?" Then she placed a funnyballoon hat on his head. Lee took one of hislittle red hearts and placed it on Leonard'sbib. He took a deep breath, leaned downand gave Leonard a hug.
All of a sudden Leonard began to squeal,"Eeeeehh! Eeeeeehh!" Some of the otherpatients in the room began to clang thingstogether. Lee turned to the staff for somesort of explanation only to find that everydoctor, nurse and orderly was crying. Leeasked the head nurse, "What's going on?"Lee will never forget what she said: "This isthe first time in 23 years we've ever seenLeonard smile."How simple it is to make a difference in thelives of others. - Jack Canfield and Mark V.HansenIt Can't Happen Here?We need 4 hugs a day for survival. Weneed 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We
need 12 hugs a day for growth. - VirginiaSatirWe always teach people to hug each otherin our workshops and seminars. Mostpeople respond by saying, "You couldnever hug people where I work." Are yousure?Here is a letter from a graduate of one ofour seminars.Dear Jack, I started out this day in rather ableak mood. My friend Rosalind stoppedover and asked me if I was giving hugstoday. I just grumbled something but then Ibegan to think about hugs and everythingduring the week. I would look at the sheetyou gave us on How to Keep the SeminarAlive and I would cringe when I got to thepart about giving and getting hugs because
I couldn't imagine giving hugs to the peopleat work.Well I decided to make it "hugs day" and Istarted giving hugs to the customers whocame to my counter. It was great to seehow people just brightened up. An MBAstudent jumped up on top of the counterand did a dance. Some people actuallycame back and asked for more. These twoXerox repair guys, who were kind of justwalking along not really talking to eachother, were so surprised, they just woke upand suddenly were talking and laughingdown the hall.It feels like I hugged everybody in theWharton Business School, plus whateverwas wrong with me this morning, whichincluded some physical pain, is all gone.
I'm sorry that this letter is so long but I'mjust really excited. The neatest thing was,at one point there were about 10 people allhugging each other out in front of mycounter.Icouldn'tbelieve thiswashappening.Love,Pamela RogersP.S.: On the way home I hugged apoliceman on 37th Street. He said, "Wow!Policemen never get hugs. Are you sureyou don't want to throw something at me?"Another seminar graduate sent us thefollowing piece on hugging:Hugging Is
Hugging is healthy. It helps the immunesystem, cures depression, reduces g and has no unpleasant sideeffects. Hugging is nothing less than amiracle drug. Hugging is all natural. It isorganic,naturallysweet,noartificialingredients, non-polluting, environmentallyfriendly and 100 percent wholesome.Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for anyoccasion, fun to give and receive, showsyou care, comes with its awn wrapping and,of course, fully returnable.Hugging is practically perfect. No batteriesto wear out, inflation-proof, nonfattening,no monthly payments, theft-proof andnontaxable. Hugging is an underutilizedresource with magical powers. When we
open our hearts and arms, we encourageothers to do the same. Think of the peoplein your life. Are there any words you'd liketo say? Are there any hugs you want toshare? Are you waiting and hopingsomeone else will ask first? Please don'twait! Initiate! - Charles FaraoneWho You Are Makes A DifferenceA teacher in New York decided to honoreach of her seniors in high school by tellingthem the difference they each made. Usinga process developed by Helice Bridges ofDel Mar, California, she called eachstudent to the front of the class, one at atime. First she told them how the studentmade a difference to her and the class.Then she presented each of them with ablue ribbon imprinted with gold letters
whichread,"WhoIAmMakesaDifference."Afterwards the teacher decided to do aclass project to see what kind of impactrecognition would have on a community.She gave each of the students three moreribbons and instructed them to go out andspread this acknowledgment ceremony.Then they were to follow up on the results,see who honored whom and report back tothe class in about a week.One of the boys in the class went to a juniorexecutive in a nearby company andhonored him for helping him with his careerplanning. He gave him a blue ribbon andput it on his shirt. Then he gave him twoextra ribbons, and said, "We're doing aclass project on recognition, and we'd like
you to go out, find somebody to honor, givethem a blue ribbon, then give them theextra blue ribbon so they can acknowledgea third person to keep this acknowledgmentceremony going.Then please report back to me and tell mewhat happened."Later that day the junior executive went into see his boss, who had been noted, bythe way, as being kind of a grouchy fellow.He sat his boss down and he told him thathe deeply admired him for being a creativegenius. The boss seemed very surprised.The junior executive asked him if he wouldaccept the gift of the blue ribbon and wouldhe give him permission to put it on him. Hissurprised boss said, "Well, sure."
The junior executive took the blue ribbonand placed it right on his boss's jacketabove his heart. As he gave him the lastextra ribbon, he said, "Would you do me afavor? Would you take this extra ribbon andpass it on by honoring somebody else? Theyoung boy who first gave me the ribbons isdoing a project in school and we want tokeep this recognition ceremony going andfind out how it affects people."That night the boss came home to his 14year-old son and sat him down. He said,"The most incredible thing happened to metoday. I was in my office and one of thejunior executives came in and told me headmired me and gave me a blue ribbon forbeing a creative genius. Imagine. He thinksI'm a creative genius. Then he put this blueribbon that says 'Who I Am Makes A
Difference' on my jacket above my heart.He gave me an extra ribbon and asked meto find somebody else to honor. As I wasdriving home tonight, I started thinkingabout whom I would honor with this ribbonand I thought about you. I want to honoryou."My days are really hectic and when I comehome I don't pay a lot of attention to you.Sometimes I scream at you for not gettinggood enough grades in school and for yourbedroom being a mess, but somehowtonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well,just let you know that you do make adifference to me. Besides your mother, youare the most important person in my life.You're a great kid and I love you!"
The startled boy started to sob and sob,and he couldn't stop crying. His whole bodyshook. He looked up at his father and saidthrough his tears, "I was planning oncommittingsuicidetomorrow,Dad,because I didn't think you loved me. Now Idon't need to." - Helice BridgesOne At A TimeA friend of ours was walking down adeserted Mexican beach at sunset. As hewalked along, he began to see anotherman in the distance. As he grew nearer, henoticed that the local native kept leaningdown, picking something up and throwing itout into the water. Time and again he kepthurling things out into the ocean.As our friend approached even closer, henoticed that the man was picking up
starfish that had been washed up on thebeach and, one at a time, he was throwingthem back into the water.Our friend was puzzled. He approached theman and said, "Good evening, friend. I waswondering what you are doing.""I'm throwing these starfish back into theocean. You see, it's low tide right now andall of these starfish have been washed uponto the shore. If I don't throw them backinto the sea, they'll die up here from lack ofoxygen.""I understand," my friend replied, "but theremust be thousands of starfish on thisbeach. You can't possibly get to all of them.There are simply too many. And don't yourealize this is probably happening onhundreds of beaches all up and down this
coast. Can't you see that you can't possiblymake a difference?"The local native smiled, bent down andpicked up yet another starfish, and as hethrew it back into the sea, he replied, "Madea difference to that one!" - Jack Canfieldand Mark V. HansenThe GiftBennet Cerf relates this touching storyabout a bus that was bumping along a backroad in the South.In one seat a wispy old man sat holding abunch of fresh flowers. Across the aislewas a young girl whose eyes came backagain and again to the man's flowers.The time came for the old man to get off.Impulsively he thrust the flowers into the
girl's lap. "I can see you love the flowers,"he explained, "and I think my wife wouldlike for you to have them. I'll tell her I gavethem to you." The girl accepted the flowers,then watched the old man get off the busand walk through the gate of a smallcemetery. - Jack Canfield and Mark V.HansenA Brother Like ThatA friend of mine named Paul received anautomobile from his brother as a Christmaspresent. On Christmas Eve when Paulcame out of his office, a street urchin waswalking around the shiny new car, admiringit. "Is this your car, Mister?" he asked.Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me forChristmas." The boy was astounded. "Youmean your brother gave it to you and it
didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish ." Hehesitated.Of course Paul knew what he was going towish for. He was going to wish he had abrother like that. But what the lad saidjarred Paul all the way down to his heels."I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be abrother like that." Paul looked at the boy inastonishment, then impulsively he added,"Would you like to take a ride in myautomobile?""Oh yes, I'd love that."After a short ride, the boy turned and withhis eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would youmind driving in front of my house?"Paul smiled a little. He thought he knewwhat the lad wanted. He wanted to show
his neighbors that he could ride home in abig automobile. But Paul was wrong again."Will you stop where those two steps are?"the boy asked.He ran up the steps. Then in a little whilePaul heard him coming back, but he wasnot coming fast. He was carrying his littlecrippled brother. He sat him down on thebottom step, then sort of squeezed upagainst him and pointed to the car."There she is, Buddy, just like I told youupstairs. His brother gave it to him forChristmas and it didn't cost him a cent. Andsome day I'm gonna give you one just likeit . then you can see for yourself all thepretty things in the Christmas windows thatI've been trying to tell you about."
Paul got out and lifted the lad to the frontseat of his car. The shining eyed olderbrother climbed in beside him and the threeof them began a memorable holiday ride.That Christmas Eve, Paul learned whatJesus meant when he said: "It is moreblessed to give." - Dan ClarkOn Courage"So you think I'm courageous?" she asked."Yes, I do.""Perhaps I am. But that's because I've hadsome inspiring teachers. I'll tell you aboutone of them. Many years ago, when Iworked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital,I got to know a little girl named Liza whowas suffering from a rare and seriousdisease. Her only chance of recovery
appeared to be a blood transfusion fromherfive-year-oldbrother,whohadmiraculously survived the same diseaseand had developed the antibodies neededto combat the illness. The doctor explainedthe situation to her little brother, and askedthe boy if he would be willing to give hisblood to his sister. I saw him hesitate foronly a moment before taking a deep breathand saying, 'Yes, I'll do it if it will save Liza.'"As the transfusion progressed, he lay in abed next to his sister and smiled, as we alldid, seeing the color returning to hercheeks. Then his face grew pale and hissmile faded. He looked up at the doctor andasked with a trembling voice, 'Will I start todie right away?' "Being young, the boy hadmisunderstood the doctor; he thought hewas going to have to give her all his blood.
"Yes, I've learned courage," she added,"because I've had inspiring teachers." Dan MillmanBig EdWhen I arrived in the city to present aseminar on Tough-Minded Management, asmall group of people took me to dinner tobrief me on the people I would talk to thenext day.The obvious leader of the group was BigEd, a large burly man with a deep rumblingvoice. At dinner he informed me that hewasatroubleshooterforahugeinternational organization. His job was togo into certain divisions or subsidiaries toterminate the employment of the executivein charge.
"Joe," he said, "I'm really looking forward totomorrow because all of the guys need tolisten to a tough guy like you. They'regonna find out that my style is the rightone."
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