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<lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 16:00:22 -0700</lastBuildDate><item><title>Macy&#x27;s Story 2</title><dc:creator></dc:creator><category>Macy&#x27;s Story</category><category>The Power of a Smile to Change Lives</category><dc:date>2010-08-21T15:46:22-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Macy2.html#unique-entry-id-31</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Macy2.html#unique-entry-id-31</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Grandma had asked her, &ldquo;Why do you still hang out with that riff-raff, Macy?&rdquo;<br /><br />She answered, &ldquo;They&rsquo;re the only ones who accept me for who I am.&rdquo;]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Macy&#x27;s Story 1</title><dc:creator></dc:creator><category>Macy&#x27;s Story</category><category>The Power of a Smile to Change Lives</category><dc:date>2010-08-21T15:43:33-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Macy1.html#unique-entry-id-30</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Macy1.html#unique-entry-id-30</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Macy was glad to be meeting her grandparents on Saturday.&nbsp; It had been a rough week, and she looked forward to their company.&nbsp; There was something therapeutic about gardening with Grandma Sue.&nbsp; Macy could talk about anything over the tomato and cucumber plants, no matter how bad it was.&nbsp; It was a safe place.&nbsp; Grandma's world was so totally different from the wild world she had been a part of for too long, a world she was trying to escape from with her grandma&rsquo;s support.&nbsp; As they worked together on growing a garden, Macy hoped she could also grow through the trials.<br />]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Power of a Smile to Change Lives: &#xa0;Mimi&#x27;s Story Part 1</title><dc:creator></dc:creator><category>Mimi</category><category>The Power of a Smile to Change Lives</category><dc:date>2010-06-12T22:15:19-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Mimi1.html#unique-entry-id-29</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Mimi1.html#unique-entry-id-29</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Mimi snapped out of a dream in a sweat.&nbsp; Nursing an achy tooth for several days, she had begun to dream at night about her childhood dentist.&nbsp; Needless to say it was more nightmare than reverie.<br /><br />When asked why she would not go to the dentist, Mimi often quipped, &ldquo;Why go to the dentist?&nbsp; They only find something wrong with you.&rdquo;&nbsp; The truth was that she was terrified.&nbsp; Being a good mother, she had taken her own children to the dentist twice a year like clock-work, hoping they wouldn&rsquo;t harbor the same fears that she did.&nbsp; Her children all had good teeth and a good relationship with their dentist, and likewise her grandchildren were being taught the same.&nbsp; Despite knowing what was right and feeling like the world&rsquo;s biggest hypocrite, Mimi could not bring herself to go to the dentist.]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Power of a Smile to Transcend Borders Part 9</title><dc:creator></dc:creator><category>The Power of a Smile to Transcend Borders</category><category>Ukraine</category><dc:date>2009-05-08T12:39:01-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Ukraine9.html#unique-entry-id-28</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Ukraine9.html#unique-entry-id-28</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[One dark night, Vicki and I went out on a quest in the woods to find a Yozhik.&nbsp; She had heard they lived in the forests in Ukraine and she wanted to see one.&nbsp; I didn&rsquo;t know what she was talking about, but I was always game for an adventure.&nbsp; A young Ukrainian man named Sergei accompanied us, presumably to keep us from getting lost in the woods or&nbsp; else being eaten by wild yozhiks.&nbsp; I asked Vicki again what it was we were looking for.&nbsp; She told me the name of the animal and I practiced it a few times.&nbsp; Then, just because I felt like being silly, I started calling it like I would call a kitty, &ldquo;Here yozhik, yozhik, yozhik!&rdquo;&nbsp;<br />]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Power of a Smile to Transcend Borders Part 8</title><dc:creator></dc:creator><category>The Power of a Smile to Transcend Borders</category><category>Ukraine</category><dc:date>2009-03-30T19:46:07-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Ukraine8.html#unique-entry-id-27</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Ukraine8.html#unique-entry-id-27</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[In our Ukrainian dental clinic, we did countless fillings and extractions for the children, making friends with them along the way.&nbsp; My new Grandpa, Anton became one of four lucky adult patients to get treatment, too.&nbsp; He trusted me to remove six root tips that had been left for years.&nbsp; He was so thoughtful, staying up past his bedtime so I could work on him after the children had gone to bed.&nbsp; He didn&rsquo;t want to take up a child&rsquo;s opportunity to get treated.&nbsp; I wished so badly that I could whisk Grandpa Anton back with me to Bakersfield to make him a set of dentures!&nbsp; But he was the handsomest of men to me regardless, with or without teeth.<br />]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Power of a Smile to Transcend Borders Part 7</title><dc:creator></dc:creator><category>The Power of a Smile to Transcend Borders</category><category>Ukraine</category><dc:date>2009-03-23T21:30:47-07:00</dc:date><link>http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Ukraine7.html#unique-entry-id-26</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.secondsmiledds.com/blog/files/Ukraine7.html#unique-entry-id-26</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[I grew up speaking some Spanish.&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t really consider myself fluent unless I&rsquo;m talking to a child who matches my grammatical level.&nbsp; One of the hardest things for me to do is switch mental gears from English to Spanish without getting warmed up.&nbsp; It&rsquo;s like warming up the engine of an old car.&nbsp; If you take it out of the garage too soon, it chokes and sputters and doesn&rsquo;t accelerate no matter how much you push on the gas pedal.<span style="font:16px Times-Roman; color:#287D00;"><br /></span>]]></content:encoded></item></channel>
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