tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post115035839158078334..comments2023-10-17T12:07:59.225+02:00Comments on Sam's Spot: MusingsSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-1150362273670106982006-06-15T11:04:00.000+02:002006-06-15T11:04:00.000+02:00Much to be thankful for!Kinda the same for me with...Much to be thankful for!<BR/><BR/>Kinda the same for me with my parents. They taught English to a Cuban immigrant family, had east Indians over for dinner & more.<BR/><BR/>Now here I am over in Africa...paulmerrillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03555284589007691780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-1150360067594822122006-06-15T10:27:00.000+02:002006-06-15T10:27:00.000+02:00Well I believe those traits are passed down. My fa...Well I believe those traits are passed down. My father was a coal-miner turned Baptist minister but always working with those in need. My mother was too. I grew up on the Prairies after the depression with itinerant workers (hobos and wandering farm workers) sitting on the back steps eating soup and sandwiches Mom fed them. And there were always needy folk coming to our home. Later on my parents took in foster kids. Both my sister and I learned early on to help those who need help and to be compassionate toward others. So it's no surprise it has run in your family to follow the example your parents set for you.Wynn Bextonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08606284153866696343noreply@blogger.com