<?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-2818518205007171419</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:37:42.338+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Bridges on Fast Horses</title><subtitle type='html'>Crossing bridges on a fast horse can be scary, dangerous, thrilling, exhilarating, rewarding, out of control, or just plain fun, so is life. This blog gives you quotes and stories to help cope with life on a day to day ( maybe even moment to moment) basis, so you get across that bridge, enjoy the ride and find out what is on the other side, and then maybe find another bridge and another bridge and another bridge, to cross.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-3194194953668711333</id><published>2009-07-08T22:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:28:58.948+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength, true strength</title><content type='html'>"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will." ~ Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Paul Raats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-3194194953668711333?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3194194953668711333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=3194194953668711333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/3194194953668711333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/3194194953668711333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2009/07/strength-true-strength.html' title='Strength, true strength'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-6066148442109323923</id><published>2009-06-22T22:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:03:48.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Our ideal should not be to "fall in love" but rather "stand in love". Love and happiness are not heedless freefalls that just happen when gravity is on our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christopher Peterson - A Primer in Positive Psychology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Happiness take work and direction, but they are worth the effort. give it try work at it, see what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greg Sampson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-6066148442109323923?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6066148442109323923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=6066148442109323923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/6066148442109323923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/6066148442109323923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-3406323726710002481</id><published>2009-02-18T21:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:53:41.959+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Everything</title><content type='html'>Regardless of the game you are playing, never leave to field thinking "I could have done more, I could have given more". Given everything you have everytime you play. Life is a game, give it everything you have, everytime.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greg Sampson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-3406323726710002481?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3406323726710002481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=3406323726710002481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/3406323726710002481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/3406323726710002481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-everything.html' title='Give Everything'/><author><name>Greg</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-7199490667164394472</id><published>2008-09-29T20:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:25:48.548+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Finish</title><content type='html'>"To win the race, you must finish the race"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No race has ever been won in the first corner; but many have been lost there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garth Stein&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Art of Racing in the Rain&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-7199490667164394472?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7199490667164394472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=7199490667164394472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/7199490667164394472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/7199490667164394472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/always-finish.html' title='Always Finish'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-7849237580064312814</id><published>2008-07-17T22:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:12:08.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why "Crossing Bridges on Fast Horses"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This blog is a called “Crossing bridges on fast horses” because this could be an allegory for life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crossing bridges on a fast horse can be scary, dangerous, thrilling, exhilarating, rewarding, out of control, or just plain fun, so is life. You may want to close your eyes on that horse on the bridge, but then you would miss the fun and the thrill of the ride. You may think of stopping the horse half way because you are scared or seemingly out of control, but you still have to get across eventually. Is going back really an option? You may not even want to start across the bridge because you are not sure you will make it, but hell why not, who knows how great it will be on the other side? For me this is just like life, so “Crossing Bridges on Fast Horses” seems to fit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This blog gives you quotes and stories to help cope with life on a day to day ( maybe even moment to moment) basis, so you get across that bridge, enjoy the ride and find out what is on the other side, and then maybe find another bridge and another bridge and another bridge, to cross.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The quotes and stories are from many sources and take many forms, some inspirational, some funny, some irreverent, most practical and real, but they are there to help get over those bridges&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-7849237580064312814?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7849237580064312814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=7849237580064312814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/7849237580064312814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/7849237580064312814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-crossing-bridges-on-fast-horses_7132.html' title='Why &quot;Crossing Bridges on Fast Horses&quot;?'/><author><name>Greg</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-3622685281917849053</id><published>2008-07-17T22:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:09:49.941+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"All the king's horses and all the king's men can't put the past together again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You can't cross the bridge by looking backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-3622685281917849053?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3622685281917849053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=3622685281917849053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/3622685281917849053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/3622685281917849053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-forward.html' title='Look Forward'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-5083222389646345694</id><published>2008-07-17T21:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:17:07.915+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"The main ingredient of stardom is the rest of the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;John Wooden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need your horse to get across the bridge, you can't do it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-5083222389646345694?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5083222389646345694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=5083222389646345694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/5083222389646345694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/5083222389646345694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-just-you.html' title='Not Just you'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-4902876547417691811</id><published>2008-07-17T21:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:10:49.505+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Try New Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Never be afraid to try something new.  Remember that amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-4902876547417691811?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4902876547417691811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=4902876547417691811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/4902876547417691811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/4902876547417691811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/try-new-things.html' title='Try New Things'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-2991250402204831111</id><published>2008-07-17T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:40:33.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mule in the Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule.  The mule fell into the farmer's well.  The farmer heard the mule praying or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together, told them what had happened, and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Initially the old mule was hysterical!  But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him.  It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back, HE WOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;This he did, blow after blow.  "Shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up!"  He repeated to encourage himself.  No matter how painful the blows, or how distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought panic and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well!  What seemed like it would bury him actually helped him . . . all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;THAT'S LIFE!  If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;THE ADVERSITIES THAT COME ALONG TO BURY US USUALLY HAVE WITHIN THEM THE VERY REAL POTENTIAL TO BENEFIT US! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="size12 Helvetica12"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-2991250402204831111?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2991250402204831111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=2991250402204831111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/2991250402204831111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/2991250402204831111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/mule-in-well.html' title='The Mule in the Well'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-8505323261579566230</id><published>2008-07-17T21:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:17:59.791+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Never give up, never surrender"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galaxy Quest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-8505323261579566230?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8505323261579566230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=8505323261579566230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/8505323261579566230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/8505323261579566230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-1789805103539807680</id><published>2008-07-14T20:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:18:54.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Time that Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Right here, right now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fatboy Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-1789805103539807680?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1789805103539807680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=1789805103539807680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/1789805103539807680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/1789805103539807680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-time-that-matters.html' title='The Only Time that Matters'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-7520498230633030597</id><published>2008-07-13T18:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:19:22.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Carefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable&lt;br /&gt;And lightness has a call that's hard to hear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indigo Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So if it all seems dark you may have listen even more closely for the lightness, even when it is too dark to see your way you can still hear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-7520498230633030597?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7520498230633030597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=7520498230633030597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/7520498230633030597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/7520498230633030597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/listen-carefully.html' title='Listen Carefully'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2818518205007171419.post-8003267594496595215</id><published>2008-07-13T16:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:56:36.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2771.html"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan 'Press On' has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calvin Coolidge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2818518205007171419-8003267594496595215?l=crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8003267594496595215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2818518205007171419&amp;postID=8003267594496595215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/8003267594496595215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2818518205007171419/posts/default/8003267594496595215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossingbridgesonfasthorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/persistence.html' title='Persistence'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>
