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"    As I trekked the sidewalks of quaint neighborhoods among 3,000-plus other walkers, my children rolled out brown butcher paper down the sidewalks of our tree-lined street with dear hubby, and together they painted signs. They gathered with other dads and children whose moms were away and the children painted &amp;quot;Go Mommy&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;We Love You&amp;quot; on their one-of-a-kind welcome-home signs. We weren&amp;#039;t on a shopping spree or at a spa weekend. We left our husbands, children, clean toilets and comfy beds for pink two-person tents, sleeping bags, outhouses and blister pads so we could walk 60 miles in the Michigan Breast Cancer 3-Day, a Susan G. Komen for the Cure event. We walked among the young, the old, the healthy, the sick, the strong, the weak, the friends and the strangers, to raise awareness and money for breast cancer research. Walkers with blistered and battered feet kept hobbling along. No one wanted to stop. Each person walked with the same hope: to one day live in a world without breast cancer. I walked in honor of two dear friends who battled breast cancer (and won!) in their 30s\u2014both had to explain words like &amp;quot;cancer&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;surgery&amp;quot; to their young kids. For three days, we lived in a sea of pink T-shirts, hats, boas and bras. We stood below pink flags printed with words such as Hope, Courage, Patience and Victories. We lived in a world celebrating breasts (&amp;quot;If You Love Them, Check Them&amp;quot; was one message on the back of a T-shirt) and local cheerleaders lined up chanting, &amp;quot;Move those boobs!&amp;quot; as we passed through their town. Everywhere we walked we were greeted with smiles and four words: &amp;quot;Thank you for walking.&amp;quot; It wasn&amp;#039;t easy. I walked with relentless pain in my hips most of the journey. But at times when I thought I might not be able to walk another mile, I looked around me and saw someone limping or in a wheelchair and I knew I had to push forward. My children couldn&amp;#039;t wait to see me at the finish. They lined up to watch us walk into closing ceremonies and stood in awe holding their colorful signs and banners as we marched into the park followed by the breast cancer survivors. I only left home for three days, but on my trip I heard many stories of loved ones who are gone forever. I&amp;#039;ve never been so grateful to kiss my husband&amp;#039;s lips, get wrapped up in my children&amp;#039;s arms and soak in the beautiful colors of their painted signs of love and support.\u2014Julie Weingarden Dubin We&amp;#039;re taught that actions speak louder than words. Have you taught your children any large or small life lessons through your actions? Please share your thoughts and stories in Comments. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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