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	<title>Comments on: Safety is an illusion; love is not</title>
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		<title>By: Nathan Pralle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nathan Pralle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thoughts as such cross my mind almost daily as I do my regular work as a parent, ensuring that my mind is always atuned to the things that can hurt, maim, or kill my child and doing my best to avoid any of those.

If I stop to think about it and really contemplate his mortality, I freeze with the wash of anguish I can only glimpse in part; I try not to go down that path much because I prefer to revel in what  is and not what could be, but it is ever there -- lurking in the shadows, threatening to take my breath away in a painful blow and crush me into little more than nothing of what I am.

I do what I can because I must; that&#039;s my job as a daddy.   May I always be granted the foresight to jump ahead of anything that might intercept my child, because that is my worst fear -- failing to see the preventable and doing something about it, for which I would never forgive myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thoughts as such cross my mind almost daily as I do my regular work as a parent, ensuring that my mind is always atuned to the things that can hurt, maim, or kill my child and doing my best to avoid any of those.</p>
<p>If I stop to think about it and really contemplate his mortality, I freeze with the wash of anguish I can only glimpse in part; I try not to go down that path much because I prefer to revel in what  is and not what could be, but it is ever there &#8212; lurking in the shadows, threatening to take my breath away in a painful blow and crush me into little more than nothing of what I am.</p>
<p>I do what I can because I must; that&#8217;s my job as a daddy.   May I always be granted the foresight to jump ahead of anything that might intercept my child, because that is my worst fear &#8212; failing to see the preventable and doing something about it, for which I would never forgive myself.</p>
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		<title>By: Danny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Danny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 15:36:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have moments like that all the time, and Tiffany doesn&#039;t get it.  I&#039;m hard wired to the plan, and when the plan strays, if I&#039;m not there to witness it, the infinite possibilities start crowding in.  At least I&#039;m also quite the pragmatist, so I don&#039;t go calling hospitals and whatnot.  I, like John Hodgman, or Ferdinand, just sit and wait quietly for Fate to come knocking.

How maudlin.  Still, thanks for the link, Mark.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have moments like that all the time, and Tiffany doesn&#8217;t get it.  I&#8217;m hard wired to the plan, and when the plan strays, if I&#8217;m not there to witness it, the infinite possibilities start crowding in.  At least I&#8217;m also quite the pragmatist, so I don&#8217;t go calling hospitals and whatnot.  I, like John Hodgman, or Ferdinand, just sit and wait quietly for Fate to come knocking.</p>
<p>How maudlin.  Still, thanks for the link, Mark.</p>
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