<?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-4882112546692522896</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:59:07.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Citizen's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882112546692522896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hope For Outdoor People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593287612119216167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4FPHGlTmjs/TcrFtJoOw8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hzXpMQmbNqQ/s220/daniel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882112546692522896.post-7365109870146509654</id><published>2011-06-01T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:10:43.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can help those who have nothing, to live a better life than this woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUpQagFxqiY/Tcq6QpQN92I/AAAAAAAAADY/-YLtwIg8t1s/s1600/daughter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605497481330554722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUpQagFxqiY/Tcq6QpQN92I/AAAAAAAAADY/-YLtwIg8t1s/s320/daughter.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 275px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Twas on a winter's evening &amp;amp; came down the snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter wind did blow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a damsel all forlorn, quite bewildered in her way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressed her baby to her bosom, &amp;amp; sadly thus did say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! Cruel was my father that shut his door on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cruel was my mother that such a sight could see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruel is the winter's blast, that chills my heart with cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But crueller than all the lad that left my love for gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then hush my dearest baby &amp;amp; warm thee in my breast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! little thinks thy father how sadly we're distressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For cruel as he is did he know but how we fare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'd shield us in his arms from this bitter piercing air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hush! hush! my dearest baby, thy little life is gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! let my tears revive thee, so warm they trickle down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears that gush so warmly, they freeze before they fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! wretched wretched mother, thou are now bereft of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then down she sank dispairing upon the drifted snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wrung with cruel anguish lamented thus her woe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She kissed her baby's pale lips &amp;amp; laid it by her side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then cast her eyes to heaven, &amp;amp; bowed her head, &amp;amp; died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; float: right; height: 50px; margin-top: -100px; width: 275px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Source: Published July 2, 1804 by Laurie &amp;amp; Whittle, 33 Fleet Street, London, England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882112546692522896-7365109870146509654?l=outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/7365109870146509654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882112546692522896&amp;postID=7365109870146509654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882112546692522896/posts/default/7365109870146509654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882112546692522896/posts/default/7365109870146509654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-can-help-those-who-have-nothing-by.html' title='You can help those who have nothing, to live a better life than this woman...'/><author><name>Hope For Outdoor People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593287612119216167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4FPHGlTmjs/TcrFtJoOw8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hzXpMQmbNqQ/s220/daniel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUpQagFxqiY/Tcq6QpQN92I/AAAAAAAAADY/-YLtwIg8t1s/s72-c/daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4882112546692522896.post-1379105873639313271</id><published>2011-06-01T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:09:23.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the window of Kathy's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All of us at one time had a job,a home, and one day we don't have our job anymore,can't pay the rent. Then the landlord comes and tell you that you been evicted from your home. There's nothing you can do about it, but pack all your things and leave. You never think that would ever   happen to you until that day comes. Now comes the hard part, you don't have any money, and you don't have any place or any one you could stay with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you are one of the Outdoor People. And now you need to find a safe place to sleep. And I tell you its not a good thing to be sleeping outside. When night time comes its so hard to go to sleep because you get all that wind blowing on your body. Especially only one blanket and no  pillow for your head and laying on the hard ground to sleep. That is very uncomfortable to sleep that way for a women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your going to sleep you heard noise and people walking by you. And you'll afraid to close your eyes, because you don't know if its safe to go to sleep. And you tell your self is it safe to go to sleep, will I wake up in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://hoppeople.org/images/stories/hearts.png" alt="Heart" width="120" style="float:left; margin:50px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you don't want to drink any thing at night because there is no bathroom to use. And you can't make a fire to cook any thing or heat up water. Some time at night you get hungy but there's nothing for you to eat. You have to wait till morning to find something to eat. And some time you go with out eating if you can't find any thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no one to take care of you, you have to take care of your self and you got to watch your own back and never trust any one. Every one is on there own out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Article submitted by Kathy in her own words and un-edited.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4882112546692522896-1379105873639313271?l=outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com/feeds/1379105873639313271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4882112546692522896&amp;postID=1379105873639313271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882112546692522896/posts/default/1379105873639313271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4882112546692522896/posts/default/1379105873639313271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outdoorcitizen.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-of-us-at-one-time-had-joba-home-and.html' title='Through the window of Kathy&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Hope For Outdoor People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02593287612119216167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4FPHGlTmjs/TcrFtJoOw8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hzXpMQmbNqQ/s220/daniel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
