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	<title>Comments on: Over 4,000 Turtles Passed Through Her Hands</title>
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		<title>By: AnnF</title>
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		<description>I met Sandy my husband&#039;s first day in chemo.  She is even more wonderful than this article could ever cover.  Sandy and Donald&#039;s warmth and humor replaced anxiety with a more familial love.

Whenever I see someone displaying a turtle, I ask where they&#039;ve seen Sandy and inquire about her well being.  I was checking out at Aldi&#039;s one day, and the cashier had one lying there.  I asked for that story.  It turns out Sandy just looked at this girl, and said, &quot;You&#039;re having a bad day.&quot;  She then gave her a turtle.

My favorite story is one that Sandy related to me herself.  She needed to get some paperwork at the court house.  After her bag was x-rayed, one security guard looked at the other questioning, &quot;Are you going to ask her or am I?&quot;  She gave each of them a turtle.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I met Sandy my husband&#8217;s first day in chemo.  She is even more wonderful than this article could ever cover.  Sandy and Donald&#8217;s warmth and humor replaced anxiety with a more familial love.</p>
<p>Whenever I see someone displaying a turtle, I ask where they&#8217;ve seen Sandy and inquire about her well being.  I was checking out at Aldi&#8217;s one day, and the cashier had one lying there.  I asked for that story.  It turns out Sandy just looked at this girl, and said, &#8220;You&#8217;re having a bad day.&#8221;  She then gave her a turtle.</p>
<p>My favorite story is one that Sandy related to me herself.  She needed to get some paperwork at the court house.  After her bag was x-rayed, one security guard looked at the other questioning, &#8220;Are you going to ask her or am I?&#8221;  She gave each of them a turtle.</p>
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