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		<title>By: Brenda Powell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brenda Powell</dc:creator>
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		<description>My name is Brenda, and I have three sisters.  Linda is the quiet one, we all have to check on her frequently to make sure everythings going great.  She lost her 26 year old son two years ago October first.  He drowned in a boating accident, and I think Linda is fragile at this time in her life.  She is getting married next month to a wonderful man, Eddie.   Rosetta is the needy sister.  Still dependant on the parents, even though she has a career as a nurse, and a husband.  Tracy, the youngest of us all.  Tracy tends to take on the mother role, even though our parents are living.  She is the protector.  I cannot recall a time that we sisters have fought.  That's where I enter into the picture.  I keep the peace and harmony.  I have the get-togethers and cookouts.  I'm giving,giving, and  giving because I have no children, and it is part of my enjoyment and happiness to help if I can.
I had a kidney transplant 24 years ago and the entire family has been supportive.  My mother was the donor...bless her heart.  She is doing wonderful, at the age of seventy-one.  We all were raised in the church  as Primitive Baptist.  My sisters and I keep the faith and as sisters we are solid.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My name is Brenda, and I have three sisters.  Linda is the quiet one, we all have to check on her frequently to make sure everythings going great.  She lost her 26 year old son two years ago October first.  He drowned in a boating accident, and I think Linda is fragile at this time in her life.  She is getting married next month to a wonderful man, Eddie.   Rosetta is the needy sister.  Still dependant on the parents, even though she has a career as a nurse, and a husband.  Tracy, the youngest of us all.  Tracy tends to take on the mother role, even though our parents are living.  She is the protector.  I cannot recall a time that we sisters have fought.  That&#8217;s where I enter into the picture.  I keep the peace and harmony.  I have the get-togethers and cookouts.  I&#8217;m giving,giving, and  giving because I have no children, and it is part of my enjoyment and happiness to help if I can.<br />
I had a kidney transplant 24 years ago and the entire family has been supportive.  My mother was the donor&#8230;bless her heart.  She is doing wonderful, at the age of seventy-one.  We all were raised in the church  as Primitive Baptist.  My sisters and I keep the faith and as sisters we are solid.</p>
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