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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362347" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Impressions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say that first impressions <br>should be lasting ones <br>by which we build <br>people’s characters from. <br>Do not believe it, that’s wrong. <br>I’ve known people <br>who were smiles at the start, <br>but once you got to know them <br>wouldn’t hesitate <br>to stab you in the back, <br>and others whom the first impressions <br>were so very wrong, <br>but as you got to know them, <br>you really found out how good they were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The story I am about to relate <br>illustrates the second point so well. <br>It is the true story <br>of a very dear friend of mine. <br>It all started about three years ago <br>in the Western town I belong to. <br>Maggie turned up one day, <br>a single girl with a married man. <br>Some looked on her with suspicion, <br>especially after her man friend <br>left her alone again. <br>Slowly she was looked upon <br>as a bit of a tart <br>because of her friendliness <br>towards some of the men. <br>At our annual Christmas party that year, <br>she seemed to be throwing herself at every man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that first impression <br>would put off a lot of people <br>and they would have been wrong. <br>She helped out around the town, <br>in the eating-house with afternoon teas. <br>When someone’s car broke down who lived near her, <br>she would bring them to the town <br>and take them back home again. <br>Slowly she integrated into <br>the family of the town. <br>Her unconventional entrance <br>and first impression was soon forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She attended our church <br>whenever she could. <br>Respect for her began to grow <br>as the months passed by. <br>Maggie began to become <br>a pillar of our little town. <br>She wears a smile for everyone she meets <br>and laughs sincerely at funny things said. <br>Her story is far from over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Last month on my birthday, <br>tragedy struck our town <br>and two dear friends of mine <br>were struck down. <br>One passed away and the other <br>is in hospital for a considerable stay. <br>The later is Irish who was widowed <br>just over a year ago and left to bring up <br>three young sons on his own. <br>As town-folk, we’ve tried <br>to help him the best we could. <br>Now he is in hospital, <br>but who was going to look after his sons. <br>It was then Maggie stepped forward <br>and said the lads could stay with her <br>while Irish was recovering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The three boys who were a wild bunch <br>have tamed a bit under the guiding hand <br>of this loving surrogate mum. <br>I saw them together last Saturday <br>laughing and joking just like a real family. <br>Maggie has the highest admiration <br>and respect from everyone in our town. <br>So the next time you meet someone <br>take a little time before you judge their character. <br>This story is still continuing <br>it’s a story without end, <br>at least for now. <br>It proves once again how friendship <br>can overcome any adversity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 July 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This poem is dedicated to Maggie <br>And all the others like her out there in the world today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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by which we build 
people’s characters from. 
Do not believe it, that’s wrong. 
I’ve known people 
who were smiles at the start, 
but once you got to know them 
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