<?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-10215303</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:10.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BenAbels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10215303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Imily Wool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274542993953320002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10215303.post-110598950697715951</id><published>2005-01-17T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T11:18:26.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BenAbels</title><content type='html'>my name is imily wool. i knew ben in high school but got reacquainted with him through becca waller. i last saw ben this summer. we went for coffee to talk about my two year teaching experience in south america. prior to seeing him , i was feeling a bit lost -- it was time for me to return to medellin for year two and i was having doubts, it was a great first year and all BUT -- my dad wasnt too well, i was thinking, what am i doing with my life? i should be more stable, just real anxious and confused. i shared none of this with ben -- we simply chatted about my experience and his travels and all the places he wanted to explore -- he talked about living in evanston again and what it was like for him-- explaining that it felt really good to be home but that he knew he could always explore more and then come home again...i left that day rejuvinated - proud of what i was doing, excited about living and doing and seeing -- it meant a great deal to me that day, that time, that conversation. i am sure he had no idea how his gentle voice and smile for life touched me. i shared that with my family that day as i share it today and will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10215303-110598950697715951?l=mwool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwool.blogspot.com/feeds/110598950697715951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10215303&amp;postID=110598950697715951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10215303/posts/default/110598950697715951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10215303/posts/default/110598950697715951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwool.blogspot.com/2005/01/benabels.html' title='BenAbels'/><author><name>Imily Wool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16274542993953320002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
