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	<title>Comments on: Is it possible to have too much empathy?</title>
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		<title>By: Mark K</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mark K</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found a couple of dollars on the street myself a while ago and saved them, thinking I could pass on the good luck in some way. I put the bills in the little change pocket in my jeans and forgot about them.  A few weeks later I was buying some bike parts for my son at this used bike shop.  It turns out that they take cash only and I was two dollars short.  The owner grabbed two bucks from his &quot;beer fund&quot; (tip jar) and paid the difference for me.  I told him that I&#039;d come back later - I felt bad about leaving him without beer money.  On the way to the car I discovered the two dollars in my pocket and returned to pay off my debt.  I got a kick out of the fact that the found money that I had planned to pass on to someone else was the exact amount as the &quot;beer money&quot; that the owner had passed on to me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found a couple of dollars on the street myself a while ago and saved them, thinking I could pass on the good luck in some way. I put the bills in the little change pocket in my jeans and forgot about them.  A few weeks later I was buying some bike parts for my son at this used bike shop.  It turns out that they take cash only and I was two dollars short.  The owner grabbed two bucks from his &#8220;beer fund&#8221; (tip jar) and paid the difference for me.  I told him that I&#8217;d come back later &#8211; I felt bad about leaving him without beer money.  On the way to the car I discovered the two dollars in my pocket and returned to pay off my debt.  I got a kick out of the fact that the found money that I had planned to pass on to someone else was the exact amount as the &#8220;beer money&#8221; that the owner had passed on to me.</p>
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		<title>By: Christie Nelson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christie Nelson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 22:05:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Mark,
Too much empathy, umm?  The lady in black cloaked in sorrow?  I suppose this is the opposite of compassion overload--the state where we push back from tales of woe. 

I see the smiling Buddha in my garden, pink and red blossoms waving over his bald head.  Be happy, he says.  Be happy.  

Today I found a five dollar bill on the sidewalk.  I bought a turkey and swiss sandwich on rustic Italian bread for $4.99 and shared it with Ron.  Yummy.  

Your friend,
Christie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Mark,<br />
Too much empathy, umm?  The lady in black cloaked in sorrow?  I suppose this is the opposite of compassion overload&#8211;the state where we push back from tales of woe. </p>
<p>I see the smiling Buddha in my garden, pink and red blossoms waving over his bald head.  Be happy, he says.  Be happy.  </p>
<p>Today I found a five dollar bill on the sidewalk.  I bought a turkey and swiss sandwich on rustic Italian bread for $4.99 and shared it with Ron.  Yummy.  </p>
<p>Your friend,<br />
Christie</p>
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