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	<title>Comments on: #964 Quit underestimating the wisdom of kids</title>
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		<title>By: [QuitBit Newsletter] Comments that matter</title>
		<link>http://www.quitbit.com/964-quit-underestimating-the-wisdom-of-kids/comment-page-1#comment-186</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 01:07:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Fortunately, a reader was kind enough to leave a comment on a post I did earlier this week titled, #964 Quit underestimating the wisdom of kids. [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Dean Dwyer@QuitBit</title>
		<link>http://www.quitbit.com/964-quit-underestimating-the-wisdom-of-kids/comment-page-1#comment-257</link>
		<dc:creator>Dean Dwyer@QuitBit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 01:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I actually have tears in my eyes.  What a profoundly sad story.  I could not even possibly imagine what it would be like to hold a child that literally passes away in my arms, but no one should ever depart feeling alone or unloved.  You are a saint in my book and I thank you for making a difference with one little soul who needed someone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I actually have tears in my eyes.  What a profoundly sad story.  I could not even possibly imagine what it would be like to hold a child that literally passes away in my arms, but no one should ever depart feeling alone or unloved.  You are a saint in my book and I thank you for making a difference with one little soul who needed someone.</p>
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		<title>By: Sofy</title>
		<link>http://www.quitbit.com/964-quit-underestimating-the-wisdom-of-kids/comment-page-1#comment-256</link>
		<dc:creator>Sofy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 01:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Dean,&lt;br&gt;Another good one.  I learn something from my own kids every day, usually something about myself.  Whether its my inherent lack of patience, wow, I really should have gone to bed earlier last night, or my poor listening skills, I&#039;m always astonished at what they make me consider about my own behaviours.  Interestingly, though, my biggest child related lesson comes from my professional life.  It was several years ago when it happened and it left a profound impact on my life.  I was part of a team caring for a dying infant.  The parents had been told that the prognosis was poor and they had said their &quot;goodbyes&quot; and had left.  To them, their infant had already passed away yet, medically speaking, was not clinically dead i.e. still had a heartbeat and an occasional breath.  The infant had been placed back in their crib while the formalities of dying were attended to.  Needless to say, it wasn&#039;t the death I would have wanted for my own child so I picked them up, found a rocking chair, and rocked them until their heart stopped beating.  There is a distinct moment between life and death and this event usually puts things in perspective for me in terms of my priorities and where they should be when I&#039;m feeling overwhelmed with life.  for</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Dean,<br />Another good one.  I learn something from my own kids every day, usually something about myself.  Whether its my inherent lack of patience, wow, I really should have gone to bed earlier last night, or my poor listening skills, I&#39;m always astonished at what they make me consider about my own behaviours.  Interestingly, though, my biggest child related lesson comes from my professional life.  It was several years ago when it happened and it left a profound impact on my life.  I was part of a team caring for a dying infant.  The parents had been told that the prognosis was poor and they had said their &#8220;goodbyes&#8221; and had left.  To them, their infant had already passed away yet, medically speaking, was not clinically dead i.e. still had a heartbeat and an occasional breath.  The infant had been placed back in their crib while the formalities of dying were attended to.  Needless to say, it wasn&#39;t the death I would have wanted for my own child so I picked them up, found a rocking chair, and rocked them until their heart stopped beating.  There is a distinct moment between life and death and this event usually puts things in perspective for me in terms of my priorities and where they should be when I&#39;m feeling overwhelmed with life.  for</p>
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		<title>By: Dean Dwyer@QuitBit</title>
		<link>http://www.quitbit.com/964-quit-underestimating-the-wisdom-of-kids/comment-page-1#comment-183</link>
		<dc:creator>Dean Dwyer@QuitBit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 21:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I actually have tears in my eyes.  What a profoundly sad story.  I could not even possibly imagine what it would be like to hold a child that literally passes away in my arms, but no one should ever depart feeling alone or unloved.  You are a saint in my book and I thank you for making a difference with one little soul who needed someone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I actually have tears in my eyes.  What a profoundly sad story.  I could not even possibly imagine what it would be like to hold a child that literally passes away in my arms, but no one should ever depart feeling alone or unloved.  You are a saint in my book and I thank you for making a difference with one little soul who needed someone.</p>
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		<title>By: Sofy</title>
		<link>http://www.quitbit.com/964-quit-underestimating-the-wisdom-of-kids/comment-page-1#comment-182</link>
		<dc:creator>Sofy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 21:18:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Dean,&lt;br&gt;Another good one.  I learn something from my own kids every day, usually something about myself.  Whether its my inherent lack of patience, wow, I really should have gone to bed earlier last night, or my poor listening skills, I&#039;m always astonished at what they make me consider about my own behaviours.  Interestingly, though, my biggest child related lesson comes from my professional life.  It was several years ago when it happened and it left a profound impact on my life.  I was part of a team caring for a dying infant.  The parents had been told that the prognosis was poor and they had said their &quot;goodbyes&quot; and had left.  To them, their infant had already passed away yet, medically speaking, was not clinically dead i.e. still had a heartbeat and an occasional breath.  The infant had been placed back in their crib while the formalities of dying were attended to.  Needless to say, it wasn&#039;t the death I would have wanted for my own child so I picked them up, found a rocking chair, and rocked them until their heart stopped beating.  There is a distinct moment between life and death and this event usually puts things in perspective for me in terms of my priorities and where they should be when I&#039;m feeling overwhelmed with life.  for</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Dean,<br />Another good one.  I learn something from my own kids every day, usually something about myself.  Whether its my inherent lack of patience, wow, I really should have gone to bed earlier last night, or my poor listening skills, I&#39;m always astonished at what they make me consider about my own behaviours.  Interestingly, though, my biggest child related lesson comes from my professional life.  It was several years ago when it happened and it left a profound impact on my life.  I was part of a team caring for a dying infant.  The parents had been told that the prognosis was poor and they had said their &#8220;goodbyes&#8221; and had left.  To them, their infant had already passed away yet, medically speaking, was not clinically dead i.e. still had a heartbeat and an occasional breath.  The infant had been placed back in their crib while the formalities of dying were attended to.  Needless to say, it wasn&#39;t the death I would have wanted for my own child so I picked them up, found a rocking chair, and rocked them until their heart stopped beating.  There is a distinct moment between life and death and this event usually puts things in perspective for me in terms of my priorities and where they should be when I&#39;m feeling overwhelmed with life.  for</p>
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