<?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-5506063567056303077</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:40:16.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat House Heroes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kats</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSk4pxT5pew/S0H6CFZatqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GBSITaKXnhA/S220/omg+kitty.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506063567056303077.post-1675250286186390701</id><published>2010-08-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:32:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis - A Chat House Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;CENTRAL, TX (KTRE) –&amp;nbsp;A six-year-old&amp;nbsp;Central girl is now a hometown hero. Alexis Weeks saved a two-year-old little girl from drowning in a swimming pool.Alexis is a strong swimmer for her age. "Very good, everyone says I swim like a fish," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;She's been swimming on her own for about two years. She's confident under water."I'm going to show you my dive," she said as diving into the pool.But no one could have guessed that dive would save the life of a two-year-old girl sinking to the bottom of a pool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Alexis says she knew exactly what to do."I need to go get her," she said.Without hesitation, Alexis says she&amp;nbsp;dove in the pool and rescued the little girl."Well I went under water and got her on my knee and holded her," said Alexis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Her mother, Heather Moore, says it happened in matter of seconds. She says the two year old's mother had just gotten her out of the pool and barely turned her back."None of us even heard a splash and Alexis was in the in the water retrieving floats and stuff,"&amp;nbsp;said Moore.&amp;nbsp;"The thing we heard next was coughing up water and Lexi was dragging the little girl over and we're like what just happened? It really happened fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Moore says her daughter practices retrieving things like dive sticks. She says&amp;nbsp;that practice may have played a role in saving the toddler's life."I learned from it to go under water, get it and hold my breath," said Alexis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Alexis was offered a reward for her bravery, but didn't take it. She says saving the girl's life was rewarding enough."After I saved her, her mom said go tell her daddy he owes you a $100 or something for saving her daughter's life, but I really didn't want it because I didn't want that much money," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Moore says she's so proud of her "little fish" turned big hero."We have bragging rights to say that our daughter saved someone's life," she said. "We're really proud of that."Moore encourages all parents to teach their children how to swim at a young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktre.images.worldnow.com/images/12983244_BG1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ktre.images.worldnow.com/images/12983244_BG1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ktre.com/Global/story.asp?S=12983244"&gt;http://www.ktre.com/Global/story.asp?S=12983244&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506063567056303077-1675250286186390701?l=chathouseheroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/feeds/1675250286186390701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5506063567056303077&amp;postID=1675250286186390701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default/1675250286186390701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default/1675250286186390701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/2010/08/alexis-chat-house-hero_18.html' title='Alexis - A Chat House Hero'/><author><name>Kats</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSk4pxT5pew/S0H6CFZatqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GBSITaKXnhA/S220/omg+kitty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506063567056303077.post-3452896164110401474</id><published>2010-04-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:29:45.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Poem Written by a Birth Child</title><content type='html'>Happy Frickin Mother's Day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just a toddler. You had a choice -- me or the guy who knocked you  unconscious on a regular basis. You chose him and moved across the  country. Happy Frickin' Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a new baby. You were too busy with your "night job" to take care  of me so you gave me away to a friend. Twenty months later they found  me in a cardboard box during a drug raid. I was sick and dirty and had  cigarette burns on my face. By the time I got to the orphanage i was so  messed up that nobody wanted to adopt me for 9 years after that. Happy  Frickin' Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dropped us off on the side of the road and said "You boys are too  horrible. I can't parent you any more" and then you never did what you  were supposed to do to get us back. Happy Frickin' Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a choice -- drugs or us. You chose drugs. Happy Frickin'  Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were going to adopt me. I called you Mom. I took your  last name. I finally convinced myself to trust you. But then you  changed your mind and before I knew it I was back in the system. Happy  Frickin' Mother's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's Mother's Day. I know I'm supposed to be nice to you because  you chose me -- because you have given me a home and because you love  me. But today I'm not thinking about you. So not only do I have to feel  bad because the mom that gave me life didn't want me, I have to feel  bad for ruining your day too. But why can't I be like everyone else?  Why can't I have a Mom who looks like me? Why can't I have a Mom who  kept me? Why can't I be with my blood relatives living with people of  my own culture? Why do I have to walk around being different every day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be something wrong with me if the person who gave me birth  didn't want me.So as hard as you try to make this a good day, it won't  be a good day for me. If I'm really strong I might be able to fake it.  Or maybe I can make myself remember all the good things about you. But  no matter how much I love you, appreciate you even, today might not be  the day to ask me to say something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mother's Day is supposed to be about her and I'm supposed to be  with her. And this day I feel more different than I do on any other day  of the year. So don't be unhappy.... just remember I didn't choose  this. I don't want to be angry or sad today -- I want to be like my  friends. But I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Frickin' Mother's Day to Me. I know it's supposed to be about  you, but today..... it's about her. And it's about me. And I'm not  quite mature enough yet to work all this out. So for another year, just  let me be me. The pressure of pretending sometimes gets to be too much.  I'll do the best I can but it probably won't be good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know, that even if I don't say it, I do love you and I'm sorry I  can't do better. It's not your fault this stuff happened to me, but  it's not my fault either.Someday when I'm all grown up and have it  figured out, maybe then we'll have some good Mother's Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someday isn't here yet, so please, Mom, hang in there with me one  more time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506063567056303077-3452896164110401474?l=chathouseheroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/feeds/3452896164110401474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5506063567056303077&amp;postID=3452896164110401474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default/3452896164110401474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default/3452896164110401474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/2010/04/mothers-day-poem-written-by-birth-child.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Poem Written by a Birth Child'/><author><name>Kats</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSk4pxT5pew/S0H6CFZatqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GBSITaKXnhA/S220/omg+kitty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506063567056303077.post-5157424977647285647</id><published>2010-04-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:17:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dani's Story</title><content type='html'>Dani's story is one of courage and strength, both for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/specials/2008/reports/danielle/"&gt;http://www.tampabay.com/specials/2008/reports/danielle/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506063567056303077-5157424977647285647?l=chathouseheroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/feeds/5157424977647285647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5506063567056303077&amp;postID=5157424977647285647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default/5157424977647285647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506063567056303077/posts/default/5157424977647285647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chathouseheroes.blogspot.com/2010/04/danis-story.html' title='Dani&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Kats</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSk4pxT5pew/S0H6CFZatqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GBSITaKXnhA/S220/omg+kitty.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
