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Issue Number One; Economic Insecurity Breeds Bigotry, Bias and Bitterness Fear Itself copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org He was a beautiful bouncing baby boy. He was born to two parents that love him dearly. Even before his birth, indeed, prior to conception, this little fellow was the apple of his parent's eyes. His biological beginning was carefully calculated. As the seeds of life developed into a bright-eyed baby, the people he now knows as Mom and Dad thought of little else but Maxwell. The soon to be proud Papa and Momma anxiously anticipated the day they could hold this bundle of joy. Each of his parents was eager to meet and greet the small, sweet face of the guy that they would call Max. Maximum value, supreme significance, marvelously magnificent, all this was and would be their son. After Max was delivered and during any political season, such as this, Mom and Dad feel certain Max is issue number one. The guardians look over their angel. They plan for his future, and they are apprehensive, just as their parents and grandparents were before them. For generations the realities of daily life have shaped parental priorities. First and foremost, families want to survive, to feel safe and secure. Yet, much that accounts for stability is beyond the control of a parent or any single person. Moms and Dads agonize, as do all individuals. Economic, educational, environmental concerns have an effect on caregivers and all citizens. Military engagements also affect households, even if only one lives within the domicile. Mothers, fathers, and babies, boys or girls learn to fear. Ultimately, in the course of a life, each individual will ask, how does any matter affect me, my family, and friends of mine? Countless citizens sense we have loss the sense that within a society, each individual works for the commonweal....
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April 15; From Learning to Love, To Loving to Learn copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org Dearest Gary . . . Once again, it is time to speak of the past, to reflect on the present, and to acknowledge a future that would have never been without you. Today is tax day. This date is looked upon with doom and gloom. On April 15 many in America are reminded of what for them is a burdensome task. In 1947, as the calendar page turned for the fifteenth time in the fourth month of the year, Jackie Robinson put on his first Brooklyn Dodgers uniform. Color lines were broken in professional sports. Centuries earlier, in 1743, the Revolutionary War ended on this date. The Continental Congress ratified articles of peace. The sixteenth President, Abraham Lincoln was assasinated in 1865. John Wilkes Booth did the deed in the Ford Theatre. In the twentieth century, the Titanic sank and my cousin Alexander was born. I too came alive on this date. For me, April 15 is the first day of the Renaissance. Years have passed since my conception began. The act that consummated my being was but a moment in world history. It remains barely visible by those throughout the globe. History books do not document my emergence. Birth certificates were not filed. Indeed, at the time of my nativity I was considered an adult, fully developed, and, by most standards mature. Yet, I was but a neophyte, barely an embryo. On April fifteen, Gary, you walked into my life and everything changed. You too may recall the day, the evening, the hours, and minutes of conversation. Perchance you too still marvel at how two persons who are infinitely different politically, whose professions, are starkly dissimilar could come together as one, and enjoy the company of the other with an intensity that...

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