<?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-12356640</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:57:49.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bballer8's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballer8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12356640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballer8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bballer8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556245784107238067</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12356640.post-111461425009391064</id><published>2005-04-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:45:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory 1</title><content type='html'>When I was 4 and 5years old I thought I was invisable. I thought I could to anything at any time. I also thought that every one else was invinsable and could do anything also. Every day it seemed like I was scratched or bruised, but I still belived I was invisable.&lt;br /&gt;       Now I am older but still did not think the unthinkable. Near the end of December My grandpa collapsed in are cabin, in Bear Lake Uath, and was imediatly rused to the hospital. He had severe head and brian damage and was imeditly transported to a spiacal hospital in Las Vegas that spicalized in head and brian damage ingurys. Soon after ariving at the hospital he went in to a coma. My dad was shocked by the news. About two days later he woke up from his coma and was paralized on his left side and some of his right side. the docters did not know if it was perminent or temperary. My Mom and Dad plan a trip to Vegas on spring break unfortinatly a had a minor cold and could not go close to my grandpa. When we frist saw him a small smile came to his paralized face. Most of the parlization had gone away on the right side of his body. It then made me realize how much some one can be in pain and not be able to do anything about it. At that moment know one was invisable or unstopable. Everything was just sarrow and smpathy for my grandpa, who sat still in a hospital bed not able to move but everyone knew he was fighting the long hard battle of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12356640-111461425009391064?l=bballer8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballer8.blogspot.com/feeds/111461425009391064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12356640&amp;postID=111461425009391064' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12356640/posts/default/111461425009391064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12356640/posts/default/111461425009391064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballer8.blogspot.com/2005/04/memory-1.html' title='Memory 1'/><author><name>bballer8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556245784107238067</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12356640.post-111418120802329440</id><published>2005-04-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T07:46:48.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12356640-111418120802329440?l=bballer8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bballer8.blogspot.com/feeds/111418120802329440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12356640&amp;postID=111418120802329440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12356640/posts/default/111418120802329440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12356640/posts/default/111418120802329440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bballer8.blogspot.com/2005/04/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>bballer8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556245784107238067</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></feed>
