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February 02, 2006


Joan Lloyd

Dear Mar:

Tears are welling up in Nathan's Grandma's eyes. Somehow she has experienced these feelings before. I love my grandson, Nathan. He reminds me of someone long ago who lost so many times, and then went the distance to become a winner, (not just in wrestling, but in the lessons of life.)



Shoot, tears are welling up in my eyes, and I'm not Nathan's mother or grandmother, heck, I'm not even related! Such a great story, thanks for sharing it. At the beginning I was sure that man was going to heckle Nathan too, and then something totally different happened! Makes me have hope for the crazies in carpool line! Keep at it Nathan, and let me know if you ever want help running for office...

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