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	<title>Comments on: Alex is Missing, Part 2</title>
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		<title>By: Cynthia</title>
		<link>http://www.joeydevilla.com/2007/08/13/alex-is-missing-part-2/#comment-9669</link>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 18:54:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am a close friend of Alex. Your article made me smile, and cry-- your meeting her in the way you described is so typical Alex.  She was so bubbly, so out-going; "A real fire-cracker," [as another friend described her]  Her spirit, and her energy are infectious. You can't help but adore her.  Alex struggled for many years financially.  To her credit tho, she's never one to borrow money, nor take the aid of welfare -- even tho on many occasions she has been more than qualified to receive it.  She worked her little ass off for years, and unfortunately had little to show for her efforts.  What she did have she shared willingly, often giving gifts of her own personal items, or something she had made herself.  I cherish all of them, even giving my young daughter 'hand-me-downs,'- this is just the way she is. Generous to a fault, and yet having never found her niche in this world, success eludes her.  However, she rarely complains, and isn't jaded despite the years of toiling to make rent, and maybe having enough to go out dancing Saturday night- a favorite thing for an evening out-- she lights up a dance-floor and her true spirit shines.  People would stand back and simply watch her twirling around, smiling &#38; they would smile--she has that effect.  An 'impish pixie' is the way my mother described her... my children refer to her as another 'kid.' I proudly call her my friend, she keeps me 'real,' makes me smile, and puts my life into perspective.
  I miss you sweetie, come home soon, and wherever you are, I hope you're still dancing</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am a close friend of Alex. Your article made me smile, and cry&#8211; your meeting her in the way you described is so typical Alex.  She was so bubbly, so out-going; &#8220;A real fire-cracker,&#8221; [as another friend described her]  Her spirit, and her energy are infectious. You can&#8217;t help but adore her.  Alex struggled for many years financially.  To her credit tho, she&#8217;s never one to borrow money, nor take the aid of welfare &#8212; even tho on many occasions she has been more than qualified to receive it.  She worked her little ass off for years, and unfortunately had little to show for her efforts.  What she did have she shared willingly, often giving gifts of her own personal items, or something she had made herself.  I cherish all of them, even giving my young daughter &#8216;hand-me-downs,&#8217;- this is just the way she is. Generous to a fault, and yet having never found her niche in this world, success eludes her.  However, she rarely complains, and isn&#8217;t jaded despite the years of toiling to make rent, and maybe having enough to go out dancing Saturday night- a favorite thing for an evening out&#8211; she lights up a dance-floor and her true spirit shines.  People would stand back and simply watch her twirling around, smiling &amp; they would smile&#8211;she has that effect.  An &#8216;impish pixie&#8217; is the way my mother described her&#8230; my children refer to her as another &#8216;kid.&#8217; I proudly call her my friend, she keeps me &#8216;real,&#8217; makes me smile, and puts my life into perspective.<br />
  I miss you sweetie, come home soon, and wherever you are, I hope you&#8217;re still dancing</p>
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