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| A vicar was playing golf with a friend one day. The friend, missing a three foot shot exclaimed, "Dammit! Missed the bugger!" at which the vicar tutted.
At the next hole he missed again and again exclaimed, "Dammit! Missed the bugger!"
The vicar, surprised by his friend's remarks, turned to him saying, "If you swear again God will open up heaven and strike you down."
At the next hole the friend missed a two foot putt and cursed, "Dammit! Missed the bugger!"
Seconds later the heavens opened, there was a loud clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning struck the vicar.
"Dammit! Missed the bugger!" God said. | | |
| If you ever have some free time on your hands, read through the stories of some of the men who have been given the Medal of Honor. Their stories are truly amazing. Take for instance, the Medal of Honor citation for Master Sergeant Gary Gordon:
"Master Sergeant Gordon, United States Army, distinguished himself by
actions above and beyond the call of duty on 3 October 1993, while
serving as Sniper Team Leader, United States Army Special Operations
Command with Task Force Ranger in Mogadishu, Somalia. Master Sergeant
Gordon's sniper team provided precision fires from the lead helicopter
during an assault and at two helicopter crash sites, while subjected to
intense automatic weapons and rocket propelled grenade fires. When
Master Sergeant Gordon learned that ground forces were not immediately
available to secure the second crash site, he and another sniper
unhesitatingly volunteered to be inserted to protect the four
critically wounded personnel, despite being well aware of the growing
number of enemy personnel closing in on the site. After his third
request to be inserted, Master Sergeant Gordon received permission to
perform his volunteer mission. When debris and enemy ground fires at
the site caused them to abort the first attempt, Master Sergeant Gordon
was inserted one hundred meters south of the crash site. Equipped with
only his sniper rifle and a pistol, Master Sergeant Gordon and his
fellow sniper, while under intense small arms fire from the enemy,
fought their way through a dense maze of shanties and shacks to reach
the critically injured crew members. Master Sergeant Gordon immediately
pulled the pilot and the other crew members from the aircraft,
establishing a perimeter which placed him and his fellow sniper in the
most vulnerable position. Master Sergeant Gordon used his long range
rifle and side arm to kill an undetermined number of attackers until he
depleted his ammunition. Master Sergeant Gordon then went back to the
wreckage, recovering some of the crew's weapons and ammunition. Despite
the fact that he was critically low on ammunition, he provided some of
it to the dazed pilot and then radioed for help. Master Sergeant Gordon
continued to travel the perimeter, protecting the downed crew. After
his team member was fatally wounded and his own rifle ammunition
exhausted, Master Sergeant Gordon returned to the wreckage, recovering
a rifle with the last five rounds of ammunition and gave it to the
pilot with the words, "good luck." Then, armed only with his pistol,
Master Sergeant Gordon continued to fight until he was fatally wounded.
His actions saved the pilot's life. Master Sergeant Gordon's
extraordinary heroism and devotion to duty were in keeping with the
highest standards of military service and reflect great credit upon
him, his unit and the United States Army."
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| Sometimes I feel intelligent, sometimes I don't. At the moment, the latter applies. After spending all day reading material by such names as Schien, Cohen, Vroom, Deci, Greenleaf, Mazlow, and Herzberg; about topics like social network analysis, theory x and theory y, expectancy theory, intrinsic motivation and self-determination, my mind feels like it lacks a lot. As I struggle to sit here and write 15 concise pages about all of these topics combined, I wonder how one individual wrote 35 pages on only one of these topics, and often those 35 pages are only one of several articles he's written on the subject. I wonder, am I really suppose to be in grad school? Maybe I should return to undergrad or high school even, but then again, I wouldn't learn any of this there. So, maybe learning is just suppose to be difficult. Maybe grad school is where you learn that you don't know much at all. I wonder, what do you learn in a Ph.D. program? Maybe one day soon I'll find out. If I survive that is.
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| It's the first day of December and it's 70 degrees outside. The Christmas lights have been up for 2 weeks now, and yet today I am out cutting grass. Does anyone else think thats odd? I guess we can blame global warming. Yay for global warming!! 
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| "Without doubt princes become great when they overcome the
difficulties and obstacles by which they are confronted, and therefore
fortune, especially when she desires to make a new prince great, who has a
greater necessity to earn renown than an hereditary one, causes enemies to
arise and form designs against him, in order that he may have the
opportunity of overcoming them, and by them to mount higher, as by a
ladder which his enemies have raised. For this reason many consider that a
wise prince, when he has the opportunity, ought with craft to foster some
animosity against himself, so that, having crushed it, his renown may rise
higher." -- The Prince by Nicolò Machiavelli, chapter XX
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