Saturday, January 28, 2012

Books

This past week I've been reading a lot.  Here are some of my thoughts about the books.  I hope you enjoy them!

The Traveler's Gift by Andy Andrews

This is an excellent book.  It is about a man, named David Ponder, who has recently lost his job, he feels like a failure, and his daughter is sick so there will be expensive medical bills.  He begins to think his life is of no worth to anyone anymore so he drives off a bridge really fast, hoping to take his life.

But instead of dying David dreams he is actually taken to 7 different places and he meets 6 great men and 1 courageous girl.  Each of the individuals which with he meets knows he is coming and gives David some advice.  David first meets Harry Truman, who gives him the advice "The buck stops here."  He then meets King Solomon, who tells him to "seek wisdom."  Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain tells him to take action in the moment, and never let an opportunity to pass.  Christopher Columbus advises to never waiver, to decide what is right, and what is wrong.  Anne Frank tells him to always be happy despite your circumstances.  Abraham Lincoln's advice is to forgive others, but especially yourself.  The Angel Gabriel shows him a room full of things that could have been, but weren't because people were too afraid to chase their dreams.  David then wakes up from his dream, and is motivated to achieved more with his life..

I recommend that everyone read this book!  It has motivated me to do a little more with my life!  :)

The Reading Promise by Alice Ozma

This book is the tale of a father and daughter who together make a promise to have the father read aloud to his daughter for at least 10 minutes 1,000 straight nights!  Not only do they accomplish their goal of 1,000 straight nights, but they eventually read over 3,200 straight!  The story of this incredible accomplishment is woven into the book, where the author tells of certain days or events in her life as they relate to The Streak, as they call it.  It is an excellent read.  There is also a list in the back of the book of some of the books that were read during The Streak.  I think everyone should read at least some of those books.

The Greatest Miracle in the World by Og Mandino

The Greatest Miracle in the World is the adventure of a man, named Og, who despite being very wealthy and successful in material goods, who suddenly meets an old man who teaches him how to truly be happy.  Not fleeting pleasure, but to have peace within your soul.  The old man is what he terms a "rag-picker."
A rag-picker is someone who goes around, finding people who don't are so miserable that they don't see their own worth to the world.  The rag-picker then teaches them to secret to success and happiness.  The old man teaches Og what that great secret is.  The Greatest Miracle in the World is you!  You are a unique individual whom God has created.  You have a body, whose cells are keeping you alive.  You are able to think, sleep, see, hear and taste.  And once people begin to see their worth, it transforms their lives to enable them to help others.  I believe this to be one of the greatest self-help book of all time.  If you are ever feeling down or disappointed with yourself, read The Greatest Miracle in the World!

First Family by Joseph Ellis

Joseph Ellis is a renowned historian, who in this book takes us through the long and lengthy courtship and marriage of John and Abigail Adams.  One reason that we know so much about their lives and marriage is that the letters they wrote to each other were kept and preserved.  Ellis gives an account of one of the most important founding fathers.  John Adams was a man, who had virtues as well as vices, as did all the other founding fathers.  Modern historians today seek only to expose the weaknesses of the founding fathers, who for generations have been revered.  This is an excellent biography of one of the most fascinating people who lived during the founding of our country. 

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Greatest Miracle in the World

To You
From God

I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shedding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also.  Be at peace.  Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security.
You weep for all your individuality that has been trampled by mobs.
You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.
You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image you see in the pool.  Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you with bloodless eyes of shame?
Where is the grace of your manner, the beauty of your figure, the quickness of your movement, the clarity of your mind, the brilliance of your tongue?  Who stole your goods?  Is the thief's identity known to you, as it is to me?
Once you placed your head in a pillow of grass in your father's field and looked up at a cathedral of clouds and knew that all the gold Babylon would be yours in time.
Once you read from many books and wrote on many tablets, convinced beyond any doubt that all the wisdom of Solomon would be equaled and surpassed by you.
And the seasons would flow into years until lo, you would reign supreme in your own garden of Eden.
Dost thou remember who implanted those plans and dreams and seeds of hope within you?
You cannot.
You have no memory of that moment when first you emerged from your mother's womb and I placed my hand on your soft brow.  And the secret I whispered in your small ear when I bestowed my blessings upon you?
Remember our secret?
You cannot.
The passing years have destroyed your recollection, for they have filled your mind with fear and doubt and anxiety and remorse and hate and there is no room for joyful memories where these beasts habitate.
Weep no more.  I am with you... and this moment is the dividing line of your life.  All that has gone before is like unto no more than that time you slept within your mother's womb.  What is past is dead.  Let the dead bury the dead.
This day you return from the living dead.
This day, like unto Elijah with the widow's son, I stretch myself upon thee three times and you live again.
This day, like unto Elisha with the Shanummite's son, I put my mouth upon your mouth  and my eyes upon your eyes and my hands upon your hands and your flesh is warm again.
This day, like unto Jesus at the tomb of Lazarus, I command you to come forth and you will walk from your cave of doom to begin a new life.
This is your birthday.  This is your new date of birth.  Your first life, like unto a play of the theater, was only a rehearsal.  this time the curtain is up.  This time the world watches and waits to applaud.  This time you will not fail.
Light your candles.  Share your cake.  Pour the wine.  You have been reborn.
Like a butterfly from its chrysalis you will fly... fly as high as you wish, and neither the wasps nor dragonflies nor mantids of mankind shall obstruct your mission or your search for the true riches of life.
Feel my hand upon thy head.
Attend to my wisdom.
Let me share with you, again, the secret you heard at your birth and forgot.
You are my greatest miracle.
You are the greatest miracle in the world.
Those were the first words you ever heard.  Then you cried.  They all cry.
You did not believe me then... and nothing has happened in the intervening years to correct your disbelief.  For how could you be a miracle when you consider yourself a failure at the most menial of tasks? How can you be a miracle when you have little confidence in dealing with the most trivial of responsibilities?  How can you be a miracle when you are shackled by debt and lie awake in torment over whence will come tomorrow's bread?
Enough.  The milk that is spilled is sour.  Yet, how many prophets, how many wise men, how many poets, how many artists, how many composers, how many scientists, how many philosophers and messengers have I sent with word of your divinity, your potential for godliness, and the secrets of achievement?  How did you treat them?
Still I love you and I am with you now, through these words, to fulfill the prophet who announced that the Lord shall set his hand again, the second time, to recover the remnant of his people.
I have set my hand again.
This is the second time.
You are my remnant.  It is of no avail to ask, haven't you known, haven't you heard, hasn't it been told to you from the beginning: haven't you understood from the foundations of the earth?
You have not know; you have not heard; you have not understood.
You have been told that you are a divinity in disguise, a god playing a fool.
You have been told that your are a special piece of work, noble in reason, infinite in faculties, express and admirable in form and moving, like a angel in action, like a god in apprehension.
You have been told that you are the salt of the earth.
You were given the secret even of moving the mountains, of performing the impossible.
You believed no one.  You burned your map in happiness, you abandoned your claim to peace of mind, you snuffed out the candles that had been placed along your destined path of glory, and then you stumbled, lost and frightened, in the darkness of futility and self-pity, until you fell into a hell of your own creation.
Then you cried and beat your breast and cursed the luck that had befallen you.  You refuse to accept the consequences of your own petty thoughts and lazy deeds and you searched for a scapegoat on which to blame your failure.  How quickly you found one. 
You blamed me!
You cried that your handicaps, your mediocrity, your lack of opportunity, your failures... were the will of God!
You were wrong!
Let us take inventory.  Let us, first, call a roll of your handicaps.  For how can I ask you to build a new life lest you have the tools?
Are you blind?  Does the sun rise and all without your witness?
No.  You can see... and the hundred million receptors I have placed in your eyes enable you to enjoy the magic of a leaf, a snowflake, a pond, an eagle, a child, a cloud, a star, a rose, a rainbow... and the look of love.  Count one blessing.
Are you deaf? Can a baby laugh or cry without your attention?
No.  You can hear... and the twenty-four thousand fibers I have built in each of your ears vibrate to the wind in the trees, the tides on the rocks, the majesty of an opera, a robin's plea, children at play... and the words I love you.  Count another blessing.
Are you mute? Do your lips move and bring forth only spittle?
No. You can speak... as can no other of my creatures, and your worlds can calm the angry, uplift the despondent, goad the quitter, cheer the unhappy, warm the lonely, praise the worthy, encourage the defeated, teach the ignorant... and say I love you.  Count another blessing.
Are you paralyzed?  Does your helpless form despoil the land?
No.  You move.  You are not a tree condemned to a small plot while the wind and world abuses you.  You can stretch and run and dance and work, for within you I have designed five hundred muscles, two hundred bones, and seven miles of nerve fibre all synchronized by me to do your bidding.  Count another blessing.
Are you unloved and unloving?  Does loneliness engulf you, night and day?
No.  No more.  For now you know loves secret, that to receive love it must be given with no thought of its return. To love for fulfillment, satisfaction, or pride is no love.  Love is a gift on which no return is demanded.  Now you know what to love unselfishly is its own reward.  And even should love not be returned it is not lost, for love not reciprocated will flow back to you and soften and purify your heart.  Count another blessing.  Count twice.
Is your heat stricken?  Does it leak and strain to maintain your life?
No.  Your heart is strong.  Touch your chest and feel its rhythm, pulsating, hour after hour, day and night, thirty-six million beats each year, year after year, asleep or awake, pumping your blood through more than sixty thousand miles of veins, arteries, and tubing... pumping more than six hundred thousand gallons each year.  Man has never created such a machine.  Count another blessing.
Are you diseased of skin?  Do people turn in horror when you approach?
No.  Your skin is clear and a marvel of creation, needing only that you tend it with soap and oil and brush and care.  In time all steels will tarnish and rust, but not your skin.  Eventually the strongest of metals will wear, with use, but not that layer that I have constructed around you.  Constantly it renews itself, old cells replaced by new, just and the old you is now replaced by the new.  Count another blessing.
Are your lungs befouled?  Does the breath of life struggle to enter your body?
No.  Your portholes to life support you even in the vilest of environments of your own making, and they labor always to filter life-giving oxygen through six hundred million pockets of folded flesh while they rid your body of gaseous wastes.  Count another blessing.
Is your blood poisoned?  Is it diluted with water and pus?
No.  Within your five quarts of blood are twenty-two trillion blood cells and within each cell are millions of molecules and within each molecule is an atom oscillating at more than ten million times each second.  Each second, two million of your blood cells die to be replaced by two million more in a resurrection that has continued since your first birth.  As it has always been inside, so now it is on your outside.  Count another blessing.
Are you of feeble mind?  Can you no longer think for yourself?
No.  Your brain is the most complex structure in the universe.  I know.  Within its three pounds are thirteen billion nerve cells, more than three times as many cells as there are people on the earth.  To help you file away every perception, every sound, every taste, every smell, every action you have experienced sine the day of your birth.  I have implanted, within your cells, more than one hundred thousand billion billion protein molecules.  Every incident in your life is there waining only your recall.  And, to assist your brain in the control of your body I have dispersed, throughout your form, four million pain-sensitive structure, five hundred thousand touch detectors, and more than two hundred thousand temperature detectors.  No nation's gold is better protected than you.  None of your ancient wonders are greater than you.
You are my finest creation.
Within you is enough atomic energy to destroy the world's great cities... and rebuild it.
Are you poor?  Is there no gold or silver in your purse.
No.  You are rich!  Together we have just counted your wealth.  Study the list.  Count them again.  Tally your assets!
Why have you betrayed yourself?  Why have you cried that all the blessings of humanity were removed from you?  Why did you deceive yourself that you were powerless to change your life?  Are you without talent, senses, abilities, pleasures, instincts, sensations, and pride?  Are you without hope?  why do you cringe in the shadows a giant defeated, awaiting only sympathetic transport into the welcome void and dampness of hell?
You have so much.  Your blessings overflow your cup... and you have been unmindful of them, like a child spoiled in luxury, since I have bestowed them upon you with generosity and regularity.
Answer me. 
Answer yourself. 
What rich man, old and sick, feeble and helpless, would not exchange all the gold in his vault for the blessings you have treated so lightly.
Know then the first secret to happiness and success - that you possess, even now, every blessing necessary to achieve great glory.  they are your treasure, your tools with which to build, starting today, the foundation for a new and better life. 
Therefore, I say unto you, count your blessings and know that you already are my greatest creation.  This is the first law you must obey in order to perform the greatest miracle in the world, the return of your humanity from living death.
And be grateful for your lessons learned in poverty.  For he is not poor who has little; only he that desires much... and true security lies not in the things one has but in the things one can do without.
Where are the handicaps that produced your failure?  They exist only in your mind.
Count your blessings.
And the second law is like unto the first.  Proclaim your rarity.
You have condemned yourself to a potter's field, and there you lay, unable to forgive your own failure, destroying yourself with self-hate, self-incrimination, and revulsion at your crimes against yourself and others. 
Are you not perplexed?
Do you not wonder why I am able to forgive your failures, your transgressions, your pitiful demeanor... when you cannot forgive yourself?
I address you now for three reasons.  You need me.  You are not one of a herd heading for destruction in a gray mass of mediocrity.  And... you are a great a rarity.
Consider a painting by Rembrandt or a bronze by Degas or a violin by Stradivarius or a play by Shakespeare.  They have great value for two reasons: their creators were masters and they are few in number.  Yet there are more than one of each of these.
On that reasoning you are the most valuable treasure on the face of the earth, for you know who created you and there is only one of you.
Never, in all the seventy billion humans who have walked this planet since the beginning of time has there been anyone exactly like you.
Never, until the end of time, will there be another such as you.
You have shown no knowledge or appreciation of your uniqueness.
Yet, you are the rarest thing in the world.
From your father, in his moment of supreme love, flowed countless seeds of love, more than four hundred million in number.
You alone persevered within the loving warmth of your mother's body, searching for your other half, a single cell from your mother so small that more than two million would be necessary to fill an acorn shell.  Yet, despite impossible odds, in that vast ocean of darkness and disaster, you persevered, found that infinitesimal cell, joined with it, and began a new life.  Your life.
You arrived, bringing with you, as does every child, the message that I was not yet discouraged of man.  Two cells, now united in a miracle.  Two cells, each containing twenty-three chromosomes and within each chromosome hundreds of genes, which would govern every characteristic about you, form the color of your eyes to the charm of your manner to the size of your brain.
With all the combinations at my command, beginning with that single sperm from your father's four hundred million, through the hundreds of genes in each of the chromosomes from your mother and father, I could have created three hundred thousand billion humans, each differently from the other. 
But who did I bring forth?
You!  One of a kind.  Rarest of the rare.  A priceless treasure, possessed of qualities in mind and speech and movement and appearance and actions as no other who has ever lived, lives or shall live. 
Why have you valued yourself in pennies when you a worth a kings ransom?
Why did you listen to those who demean you... and far worse, why did you believe them?
Take counsel.  No longer hid your rarity in the dark.  Bring it forth.  Show the world .  Strive not to walk as your brother walks, nor talk as your leader talks, nor labor as do the mediocre.  Never do as another.  Never imitate.  For how do you know that you may not imitate evil; and he who imitates evil always goes beyond the example set, while he who imitates what is good always falls short.  Imitate no one.  Be yourself.  Show your rarity to the world and they will shower you with gold. 
Proclaim your rarity.  and now you have received two laws.
Count your blessings!  Proclaim your rarity!
You have no handicaps.  You are not mediocre. 
You nod.  You force a smile.  You admit your self-deception.
What of your next complain?  Opportunity never seeks thee?
Take counsel and it shall come to pass, for now I give you the law of success in every venture.  Many centuries ago this law was given to your forefathers from a mountain top.  Some heeded the law and lo, their life was filled with the fruit of happiness, accomplishment, told, and peace of mind.  Most listened not, for they sought magic means, devious routes, or waited for the devil called luck to deliver them the riches of life.  They waited in vain... just as you waited, and then they wept, as you wept, blaming their lack of fortune of my will.
The law is simple.  Young or old, pauper of king, white or black, male or female... all can use the secret to their advantage; for of all the rules and speeches and scriptures of success and how to attain it, only one method ahs never failed.. whomsoever wshall compel ye to go with him one mile... go with him two.
This then is the third law.... then secret that will produce riches and acclaim beyond your dreams.  Go another mile!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Thoughts about Personal Freedom by Robert M. Wilkes

Some Thoughts about Personal Freedom


Is the absence of restrictions enough—or is true freedom something more?
On my street lives a little boy known as the Sidewalk King. This little boy cruises the neighborhood on his black and gold plastic racing trike, living in his own world of make-believe and heroic deeds. One of his favorite things to do is to back that little vehicle up against his father’s garage door and then—revving up all the power and energy at his command—shoot down the driveway, through the gutter, and out onto the street. Then, cranking the front end around, he pedals up the driveway again. If you are within a house or two, you can practically hear the engine throb.
His parents, understanding more than he does about the perils involved, have warned him and pleaded with him. Not long ago, his father found it necessary to give his young son a little spanking to help him understand how dangerous it is to ride out in the street. As he ran into the house he sobbed to his parents, “You just want to ruin all my fun.”
To the mind of a four-year-old, that is exactly what it appeared. But, oh, how wrong he was. His parents weren’t trying to ruin his fun; they were trying to keep him from harm, perhaps even death. Freedom to him was largely doing what he wanted without restraint and interference.
What does freedom mean? And is personal freedom the same as political freedom?
I know of another little boy who came home from school one day long ago to find a new rented piano in the living room. “What’s this piano here for?” he asked his mother.
“It’s for you,” she replied.
“For me?” he asked. “Why for me?”
“Because,” she said, “you are going to take piano lessons.”
He said he didn’t want to take piano lessons. But she had already vetoed that decision. In fact, she had already arranged for a teacher.
Well, this little boy began to miss a few lessons. One day his mother asked, “How was your piano lesson?”
He said, “Fine. I’m doing pretty well.”
“That’s interesting,” she said. “I just talked to your teacher, and she hasn’t seen you for a while.” He had been caught. He didn’t know what the punishment would be, but he knew it would be bad. Then his mother said, “Just for that, you may not take piano lessons.”
He tried to look punished, but inside he was an inferno of joy. Mother, he thought, you have hit on the perfect punishment. I hope you use it often. Within his heart he felt that he had just been liberated. He was free from practice, free from lessons, free from discipline, routine, and regimentation—free from all that seemed to limit his freedom.
When he grew to be a man, he was sitting one day in a church meeting during which a woman was to sing a solo. When her time to perform came, she walked up to the podium and announced, “My accompanist could not come today. I need someone to accompany me.” Looking over the congregation, she saw a man who used to teach piano. “Will you accompany me?” she asked him. The man came forward, and she handed him the music.
As he watched this transpire, my friend who had avoided music lessons thought, What would I have done if she had asked me? If she had asked me, I would have been free to do only one thing: to say no. Suddenly, he realized that what he had assumed to be one of the great liberating moments of his life—when his mother said, “You may not take lessons any more”—was in fact a moment of bondage, not freedom. As he sat in that church meeting, he might as well have been handcuffed, for he could not have played the piano if he had wanted to. The other man was free; he could choose to play or not to play. Ultimately, then, freedom is more a matter of capacity and ability than of permission.
Too often, we believe the myth that we are free to do whatever we want to do. True, most of us are free to develop any ability or skill we choose; but until we develop them, we remain in bondage to our own lack of capacity. Even in lands of great political freedom, I fear that many of us live in bondage. Misunderstanding the principle of freedom, we lead lives of limited capacity and, thus, diminished choice. We tell ourselves that the only reason we are not doing certain positive, productive things is that we don’t want to. If we don’t play the piano, for example, we like to think it’s because we don’t want to. Actually, we don’t play because we are not free to. Remember, if we are only free to choose one thing—that is, not to play—we are not really free.
The passage in 2 Nephi famous as the “opposition” verse deals with the kind of freedom I am referring to.
“For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things. If not so, my first-born in the wilderness, righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad. Wherefore, all things must needs be a compound in one; wherefore, if it should be one body it must needs remain as dead, having no life neither death, nor corruption nor incorruption, happiness nor misery, neither sense nor insensibility.” (2 Ne. 2:11.)
Further on in that chapter, we learn of the Fall and the Atonement, the processes by which mankind became free.
“And now, behold, if Adam had not transgressed he would not have fallen, but he would have remained in the garden of Eden. And all things which were created must have remained in the same state in which they were after they were created; and they must have remained forever, and had no end. “And they would have had no children; wherefore they would have remained in a state of innocence, having no joy, for they knew no misery; doing no good, for they knew no sin.” (2 Ne. 2:22–23.)
So freedom is not just freedom fromfreedom from interference, restraint, responsibility—although there certainly are things we want to be free from. But the greatest freedom, the freedom of God, is the freedom to do.
Ask yourself, “What am I free to do?” In the garden of Eden, Adam and Eve knew the freedom from. They were free from every discomfort and mortal pain. But they had to leave that idyllic place and enter the dreary world in order to have freedom to do.
With our many opportunities, we ought to constantly ask ourselves, “What freedom do I have today that I did not have a year ago? What new capacity do I have? Many of us spend our energies escaping freedom rather than embracing it. I would suggest that if you are not more free at the end of this year, if you do not have more capacity, then this year was not worth a great deal to you. What are you becoming free to do? Free to love more fully? To teach more effectively? To talk more clearly? What new choices will be yours? Remember what the Savior said to his disciples about freedom: “Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.” (John 8:32.)
Very often, too, freedom means packing a burden. Sometimes we want to escape the burden, thinking that freedom would lie in that. A few years ago, I took my four-wheel-drive pickup into the mountains to get some firewood one late fall afternoon. The road up the canyon was covered with snow, and the higher I went, the deeper the snow. Soon I was far up, and the snow was deep. I pulled off the road into the brush and promptly got stuck. I moved several logs that were in front of the wheels, but I still couldn’t go. By this time it was getting dark. “Maybe someone will come along,” I thought. “While I’m waiting, I might as well cut up a little wood.” Soon I had a whole load of firewood, but still no one had come. “Well,” I thought, “I’d better start walking.”
Before I did, I decided to try just one more time. I put my truck in gear, and it just crawled out of that thick brush back onto the road. The load of wood had given the truck traction. What it could not do empty, it could do full.
We must not run around empty. Often we spend too much energy trying to escape our burdens. You can be married and be the elders quorum president and work—and change diapers. It is a misconception that too much work always destroys our freedom. Sometimes it’s not that we have too much to do, but that we don’t have enough and therefore are barely in gear and have no traction at all. Actually, freedom comes with the load.
Often, freedom is denial. The day I turned fifteen, my father took me to get my driver’s license. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. I passed the test and, with my driver’s license in my wallet, walked out of that office a new man. As I approached the car with my father, I said something like, “I’ll take it on the way home.”
So I drove home. On our way, there was a double turn on the gravel road that turned right, then quickly turned left. Mother and Dad always slowed down, but I took it at a pretty good speed. As we stopped in front of the house, I told my father nonchalantly, “I’ll be needing the car tonight.” I had already invited some of my friends to go with me to a ball game.
“No,” he said. “You’re not quite experienced enough to go out there in the winter over the pass.”
“All you ever say to me is no,” I complained.
Then my dad said something I didn’t understand at the time, but appreciate now. “I tell you no once,” he said, “so that I can tell you yes a thousand times.”
God is the greatest of all beings because, for one thing, he is the most free of all beings. And he has invited us to become like him. Occasionally he must say to each of us, “No you may not.” But in that single no a thousand yesses may be given birth.
May all of us develop a desire for the freedom that enables us to do. May we never forget that the freedom to do nothing may be of all bondage the most piteous and painful and lamentable. We are here to devote our energy to acquiring godlike abilities and capacities. May we have the wisdom to reach out and grasp this opportunity with fervor.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Home Schooling

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJHt-m3VX6o

People often times think homeschoolers are odd, out of touch people.  People incorrectly think the kids are nerds, shy, lazy sheltered, brainwashed and bookish.   But I disagree with how people perceive homeschoolers.  Most parents want their kids to grow up to be healthy, productive adults who fit into society. They don't want to raise socially backward kids. But people oft times don't take the time to really research homeschooling. They rely on what the public perception of it is. 

What type of education are people now comparing homeschoolers to?  In our society today we have 4 educational options for our children.  We can send them to a traditional public school.  The kids are educated in a type of factory.  They have classes and are controlled by a bell telling them to move on to the next class. We now have charter schools.  These are basically the same as public schools, with more choice.  There are private schools.  Private schools allow parents to be heavily involved in their childrens education.  There are no government regulations.  And there is homeschool.  This require the most parental involvement of the different types of education.

When you look at the history of the world our factory like form of public education has only existed for the last 100-130 years.  Before that, how were people educated? The general population was taught by their mothers at home.   Kids 150+ years ago were forced to work at an early age, which did not allow them many learning opportunities.  Great men like James Watt, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, Elias Howe (who invented the sewing machine), Samuel Morse, and many others had to work to obtain an education.  Abraham Lincoln went to less than a year of formal schooling.  He is considered by many to be the greatest president this country has ever had.  Einstein, who became a world renowned scientist, failed grade school.  How could someone so brilliant, who was named man of the century by Time Magazine, have failed grade school in a factory like setting?  Could it possible be that not everyone is meant to be educated in the exact same manner?  Could some children have different thought processes that make learning in factory like settings difficult? 

Children who are taught in the home have ample time for socialization.  Most moms who teach their children at home realize that kids do need to interact with others.  A lot of times families combine to form some form of a co-op, where they let their children play and learn together.  I was part of many of these co-ops.  My family met with 3 other families to go to museums, the aquarium, and do science experiments.  Later on we was part of the Cache Valley Scholar Academy.  This was an academy where the younger kids learned US history and science, and the older kids did some Shakespeare plays and World War 2 history. 

Attending these and other co-ops gave me plenty of chances to socialize with my peers.  I have had many great friends.  Brian Baker, Robert Nilson, Jeremy Gardner, Taylor Hansen, Sean McNees.  I have had some great times with them.  True, I never did have very many friends.  But I had quality friends.  They didn't turn on me when I wasn't popular.  They stuck by me when I was down.  So the claim that being homeschooled limits kids opportunity for socialization is not completely true. 

Some would claim that people who don't attend a regular school have only family as their friends.  But since the family is the most fundamental unit of society, is that such a bad thing?  What is wrong with having a great relationship with your parents and siblings?  I know popular media wants us to believe that is not cool.  But I for one see no problem with a little family unity.  Learning in the family allows a child to make mistakes and learn to think clearly.  They can use words that they mispronouce, or use incorrectly in speech without the jeers they face in school.  It allows them to learn how to not be afraid of trying new things.  Here is an example of creative homeschoolers: http://www.ajc.com/news/dekalb/teens-creativity-starts-at-236298.html.

Another claim brought up often is that homeschoolers don't go to "regular" school because they are "lazy".  Well, to a certain extent, it was true for me.  I was a slacker for a while during my high school years.  But what 16-17 year old isn't?  I would often hear comments of "Oh man.  I am up til midnight again because of homework."  What they really mean to say is "Well, I am finished putting off my school work that should have been completed earlier in the day when I was sharper, and then I have all night to complete it instead of giving up at 1 AM because it's so late."  Seriously homework is stupid.  Why spend all day in school just to get lectured?  Why not have the teachers who actually know how to do the work allow you in class, during school, do to the work you're normally assigned to do at home?  Why is such an approach considered wrong by a lot of people?

And the claim to homeschoolers are lazy?  During my high school years I read on average one book every two weeks.  That translates to about 24-25 books a year I read.  That's 100 books over my high school years.  So I read a lot.  Maybe some homeschoolers don't read that much.  But they probably read just as much as public schoolers.   I passed with 4 of 5 my Advanced Placement test for US history in my senior year.  I scored a 23 on the ACT (The national average score on the ACT test is 21).  I passed Algebra 2, which you have to pass to get into colleges.  I completed a cooking course at Bridgerland.  Many homeschoolers volunteer at senior citizen centers, churches, animal shelters and other community services.

I think a major plus side of not attending public school is that the influences of pornography, tobacco, alcohol, and drugs are not anywhere near the kids as they grow up.  Many start using these addictive substances during school.  Their friends say, "Hey come here.  Try smoking this.  It's fun and will make you cool."  As a child grows up it is vitally important to society that they stay away from those harmful substances.  Many of our criminals were or have tried porn, drugs or alcohol.  Is staying away from those influences a bad thing?

So in conclusion, homeschooling is not bad.  It is true that they don't always have as many friends as those in schools.  But the quality of those friendships is priceless.  Homeschooling allows us to be creative in a positive environment.  Homeschooling just takes more effort on the parents part. But with all the benefits, who wouldn't want to homeschool their kids?

Friday, January 13, 2012

Books

Here I am attempting to list books that I've read but others may not have.  I will quickly share a portion of the story, and whether I enjoyed the book or not.  Comment if you would like to about a book that I've written about.

Rise to Rebellion by Jeff Saara.

This is an amazing book about the revolutionary war, one of the most documented portions of history.  It's an epic tale of 4 men, John Adams, Ben Franklin, George Washington and General Thomas Gates.  It is fiction, but everyone that I've spoken to that has read this book has been moved by the ideas that are presented in this book.  Almost all of the principles found in this book were reason's our forefathers saw a need for our political break with England.  I would suggest this book to ANY one who loves America.

Hanging by the thread by Donald B. Anderson

This book is an economic thriller that shares to readers why freedom is important.  A group of men, calling themselves "the thread" secretly plot to take over the world by reducing people's economic freedom.  In this book Anderson outlines why economic freedom is important, and how we have been slowly giving it up to an increasingly totalitarian government.  This is another must read for people who loves freedom.

Ender's Game and Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card

I read Ender's Shadow a few years ago and enjoyed it.  I recently got into a discussion with some friends of which book is better: Ender's Game or Ender's Shadow.  I had read a portion of Ender's game a while ago, but never finished.  I was convinced at the end of the argument to that I had to read Ender's Game.  So both books are the same story, written from two different boys' point of view.  Ender's Game is a futuristic story about a boy named Ender, a brilliant student.  He is taken up to battle school to train to command an earth fleet launched many years ago to go and destroy the "buggars" home planet.  The buggars had invaded earth 70 years previously.  Ender is trained and then is forced to command the fleet in this last and great battle.  Ender's Shadow is told from the perspective of Bean, another genius child.  He is genetically altered so that he is smarter than other kids his age.  Bean often serves and Ender's Shadow throughout both books.  This is a thrilling novel about leadership, love and sacrifice.  I highly recommend both books to anyone who loves reading. 

The Robe by Lloyd Douglas

This is the story of what happened to the robe of Christ after he was crucified by the Romans.  The Roman soldier who gambles and wins the Robe is at first repulsed by the Robe, which stands as the only physical reminder of what he had helped do.  His servant is a classic example of loyalty to his master.  The Roman soldier feels compelled to learn all he can of this mysterious man that he was ordered to crucify, so he travels back to Judea and finds out what the people who actually knew that man had to say about him.  He is eventually converted to Christianity and dies for his beliefs.  This is a book that I enjoyed, but had a hard time with it for the most part.  It's an awesome story, but I had trouble with it.

Da Vinci Code

I found this book while browsing through the library shelves.  I thought it looked good, so I picked it up.  Once I had, I couldn't put it down.  It's the story of a legend called the Holy Grail.  Some believe it to be a myth, but others are convinced of the reality of it.  The book explains that the Holy Grail is a collection of writings that the early Catholic Church tried to destroy.  These writings are supposed to include some epistles of the apostles that never found their way into the Bible, because they contradicted the Catholic Church.  The Churches enemies reportedly collected all the manuscripts that they could, and hid them.  Only a select few people have ever known the location of this great historical treasure.  The book is a tale about some people trying to find the Holy Grail.  I would recommend this book to someone of a mature age.  There are some parts that I was scared at, and not the language is not the cleanest.  But it is a great story!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Mentor

This is an article from the Deseret News on 3 Jan. 2012.

Guidelines on choosing a mentor.

By Timothy R. Clark

"A mentor is someone who provides three essential things that accelerate the growth and development of an individual: (1) guidance, (2) encouragement and (3) correction.

We can obtain these things from many people, but mentors are the ones with whom we develop a special bond.  They are the ones who take a personal interest and see potential in us when we may not see it ourselves.

Mentors are informally and unofficially designated.  Sometimes, they choose us.  Sometimes, we choose them.  Most mentor-protege relationships develop naturally.  It tends to happen when both parties sense mutual benefit and mutual interest in cultivating a personal relationship.

It's like a friendship.  But there's a role difference.  A friendship is generally a peer-to-peer, reciprocal arrangement.  A mentor-protege relationship is a hierarchical arrangement in which the mentor tacitly agrees to provide guidance, encouragement and correction in exchange for a  good faith effort to act on that contribution.

The relationship is never intended to be fully reciprocal; the protege or mentee by definition of the role has less to offer in return.  Yet rich compensation flows to both parties.  The mentor is compensated through the resulting character development.  The mentee is compensated by the in-kind value of the guidance, encouragement, and correction given.  Undergirding the terms of engagement is the unwritten rule that the mentor will at some point in the future pay it forward by mentoring someone else who needs help.....

How do you pick a mentor?

First, find someone with whom you already have some association.  Second, find someone with high integrity. Third, find someone with widely regarded expertise in an area in which you can benefit.  Finally, find someone who shows a personal interest in you and your development. 

Here's the last step:  Ask for help.  Don't ask someone to be a mentor; ask them to make the contribution of a mentor.  Then see how they respond.

A final word to leaders of all stripes: In addition to your formal responsibilities, seek out someone to mentor.

There are many people in the world who need someone to believe in them until they can find the confidence to believe in themselves. 

Pay it forward and remember Dickin's immortal words in the character of Jacob Marley: 'Mankind was my business.  The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business.'"

I would like to take a few words and publically thank some of the outstanding mentors in my life:

Both of my outstanding parents, Don and Janet Summit;

My grandparents, Vern and Nancy Ashcroft;

Kelly Hansen: who has helped me more than anyone besides my parents.  Kelly has taught me in several classes: TJYC Prep, Shakespeare Conquest, Dragon Scholars.  She has taught me a lot about scholarship, and she is the mother of my best friend;

Heather Hansen: for allowing me a chance to try to help mentor teenagers.  This has been an awesome opportunity.  I've lead several discussions, on the book And There Was Light, and also Martin Luther's defense at the Diet of Wyrms.  Helping this class has helped me gain valuable experience in teaching, which is where I want to earn my living as an adult;

Rachel Burgess: for helping Kelly Hansen teach TJYC Prep;

Jared Parker: for helping me grow up to be a man.  He was my teacher's quorum adviser with my dad.  He took us on trips in the Wind River Mountains for our annual scouting High Adventure Camp.  We had to pack all of our stuff in for 13 miles.  We spent our weeks hiking, bare back riding, and fishing.