911-The Call That Counts

Written by Burt Dubin

"The trouble withrepparttar future is--it isn't what it used to be"

Paul Valery (1871-1945) writes these words. I first hear them from NSA member Robert Mayer Evans in 1984. He repeats this piercing quote several times during his general session speech at my first NSA Convention. I cannot forget them. They sear my heart.

On September 11 2001 your future changes forever. Your future twists into a new and undesired shape. There is fear inrepparttar 124006 hearts of your clients and customers. How secure is their future now. And repparttar 124007 future of their children. This persists intorepparttar 124008 indefinite future.

If you are inrepparttar 124009 United States of America, as about 75% of my readers are, you know you're not protected byrepparttar 124010 Atlantic andrepparttar 124011 Pacific oceans any more. Not now. Not ever again. You know that perverted and malicious villains, our mortal enemies who gleefully shatter our innocence and destroy lives and futures, are among us now.

They do not share our values and principles. They are jealous of our freedoms. They would destroy Western culture as we know and cherish it. The targeted symbols inrepparttar 124012 USA are justrepparttar 124013 start of their inhumane, cruel, and vicious intentions.

The curtain is rising on this very bad play. The overture is playing. There are several acts to follow. Treachery and much flowing blood, mostly ours, wait inrepparttar 124014 wings.

The Lost Treasure Returns

Written by Mike Moore

The Lost Treasure Returns..by Mike Moore

About fifteen years ago I hadrepparttar pleasure of teaching a young woman who was one ofrepparttar 124005 most gifted high school seniors I have ever met. Not only was she brilliant in Math and Science, but she was also extremely talented inrepparttar 124006 visual arts. She could draw and paint beautifully. When Audrey graduated from university she did so with two degrees, one in fine arts and one in biochemistry. Not too many people shine brilliantly in two such different areas of study. She was gifted.

Just before her highschool graduation Audrey presented me with a wonderful gift. It was a water colour painting of a mother and her infant. A tear fell fromrepparttar 124007 mother’s eye as she looked lovingly at her precious child. Beneathrepparttar 124008 painting Audrey had written these words: “The love of God becomes real when, through me, it touches another.” What a beautiful gift from such a sensitive, talented woman. I immediately hadrepparttar 124009 piece of art framed and hung in my office.

Years passed with many moves from one office to another. Somewhere inrepparttar 124010 process of changing locations I lostrepparttar 124011 painting ofrepparttar 124012 mother and child. I had no idea how I lost it or where it was and had given up hope of ever seeing it again.

Last year, after about eight years of not knowing where my treasured painting was, I received a phone call from a former colleague who said she had something of mine she thought I would like returned. It wasrepparttar 124013 picture Audrey had painted for me 15 years earlier. In cleaning out a storage room she had discovered my gift. I promise I won’t lose it a second time

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