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New Eyes Bestow Meaning; Making a Difference Inspiration copyright © 2007 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org As children, many of us decide we wish to help others. When asked what we want to be when we grow up, we typically respond, I will be a Teacher, maybe a Doctor, or a Nurse. I wish to serve society as a Social Worker, a Fireman, or a Law Officer. As a Librarian, I can truly help people grow intellectually. What they read will advance emotional enlightenment. Even food servers and those who prepare the fare, experience pleasure when he or she interacts with the connoisseur of sustenance and spirits. The builder provides shelter from the storms. We each wish to make a difference. At a young age, we learn to admire those who encouraged us to grow our minds and bodies, no matter their walk of life. Throughout our teens, we study. Biological, physiological sciences are popular pursuits for pre-med students. Enrollment in Liberal Arts, Language Arts, and English courses is common among those that wish to practice pedagogy. Apprenticeships are available in other professions. Academic scholars and those who pursue lessons that are more practical diligently work to follow their dream. Finally, we finish. We feel our oats and exuberantly enter the workplace determined to inspire and bestow the best that we have to offer. Each day, as successful professionals we awake to a new dawn. We drive to fulfill the promise of our chosen careers. However, after a while we feel drained. We believe we are not indispensable, effective, or even necessary. Many of us no longer feel committed to the profession that was once our dream. Millions of us fade fast when we do the work we once thought would feed our soul. We are stressed beyond belief. We do not think we can endure as we...
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Veterans Day; A Time to Remember Wars End copyright © 2007 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org As many do on Veterans Day, I pondered the profound effect war has on the world. Indeed, today, the battles aboard met me at my door. I never imagined that brutal combat might enter my home. I am an active peace person. This Veteran's Day weekend began, and I recalled the history of this holiday, holy day. It was eleven o-clock hour, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, an armistice went into effect. At the time, this truce was thought to be significant beyond the moment. As the combat came to a close, worldwide people concluded this protracted battle was "The War to End All Wars." Since then, throughout the planet, we have seen many more militarized mêlées. Hence, the clash at the turn of the twentieth century became known as World War I. A second followed decades later. Today, the President of the United States of America, threatens, there may be a third on the horizon. The number of skirmishes in-between is countless. It all seems senseless to me. I am grateful that those close to me prefer peace. If someone I love were away at war, I could not bear the stress. Soldiers suffer; many are killed. Some return home disabled. I know people say these are the "lucky ones." I wonder. In that first "Great War," almost 10 million solders died while fighting in the trenches. Six times that number, upwards of sixty million lost their lives in the Second World War. Fifty percent of those that passed were innocent civilians. The blameless are often affected by our blood baths. Never did I think I might be among those that would literally feel the pain. Then and now, war takes a toll. Families are separated, physically...

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