If
it were not so sad, it would be funny. It looks as though President
Elect Donald J. Trump is already being blamed for the total
destruction of the planet, all the future woes that have yet to be
manifested, as well as all the negative actions that every citizen in
the United States may ever commit.
It is the President Obama curse in reverse.
While
I did not agree with pretty much anything that came out the current
administration of the last eight years, I did not burn down my
neighborhood, kill police, show disrespect for the flag, or stage a
sit-in anywhere disrupting businesses. I waited, spoke my mind and
on, Tuesday, November 8, 2016, I voted.
I
voted for Donald J. Trump because I do not believe that government
sanctioned murder of babies in the womb should be a viable
alternative to birth control, much less the sale of murdered baby
body parts on the open market and that includes stem cells. While I
doubt “Roe v Wade” will be reversed in the next 8 years, I would
hope for a ban on abortions passed 19 weeks.
I
voted for Donald J. Trump because I believe he will be a strong
leader; he can be a catalyst to bring the country together; be a
driving force in bringing jobs back to the United States of America;
make a dent in the national debt by making the USA more friendly to
job creation and by making it easier for childcare to be obtained
within the workplace; and I believe he will increase our national
security.
There
have always been those on both sides that want to dissolve the
Electoral College when their candidate loses. Popular votes are nice
but it is naive to think that mob rule is a viable alternative. We
are not a true Democracy. We are a Democratic Republic.
When
Barack Obama became President, I was disappointed. While Romney was
not my first choice I grit my teeth, held my nose and voted for him.
There were other Republican candidates I would have preferred and I
would have gladly voted for Herman Caine or Alan Keyes, My first
choice for 2016 was Dr. Ben Carson, but I supported Donald Trump
after he won the RNC nomination.
We
have forgotten one thing in this election cycle – “Innocent until
proven guilty in a court of law by a jury of our peers.” It never
was and never should be “Innocent until proven guilty in the court
of public opinion.” While former Secretary of State Hillary
Clinton's crimes were broadcast for all the world to see, there is
still that thing that we need to cling to – “Innocent until
proven guilty in a court of law by a jury of our peers.” No one
person, no matter how powerful they are should be above the law, but
they are also entitled to “Due Process” in a court of law. And,
no, I am not giving her a pass. I am just saying that she is
entitled to her day in an actual court.
Now
it is time to stop the madness, if at all possible, pick our
collective selves up by our bootstraps and try to work together. We
can do it, as a country. Yes, the man, Donald Trump, said stupid,
unkind and hurtful things. Haven't you? He is making the effort to
become more Presidential. One thing I do hope he stops is his
tweeting. Can we just try to work together until June 1, 2017? He
will be President, not King. There will be only so much he can do.
The polls have been closed for hours. There has probably been a rise in the intake of antacids and tranquilizers as people get over the "stunning upset" in the election for President of the United States of America. It was a hard fought battle. Donald Trump gave it his all and won. We are rejoicing or we are weeping and spending the day hiding under the covers. We are gloating over our win or we are in denial and cursing our loss. This election was between not two people, but two polar opposite ideologies.
The Continental Divideis a video that describes what was and is at stake. It is well worth the time to watch.
Now we must take action. What kind of action depends on how committed we are to bringing this country to a better place.
If your choice lost, do you intensify the racial divide and try to make it as uncomfortable as possible every step of the way, or do you find points of commonality where disparate sides can come together and work toward a better tomorrow? If your candidate won, how long do you gloat and how long do you continue with the disparaging remarks and memes? There are certain things over which we cannot compromise. I voted for Donald J. Trump because he stood for life, Christian religious freedom, less government intrusion, better border security, fairer trade and business practices which bring jobs back to the marketplace, and a return to the rule of law. It will not be an easy job. He will not be able to accomplish everything, but he will accomplish something. He has already given us hope. And we desperately needed a good dose of hope. But what, if anything, do "We the People" do now? One thing we should not do is sit back and wait to see what the next election brings about. We should not wait to see what President Trump will do over the next four years. We should stay involved; hold his feet to the fire, get involved locally and pray! Our apathy, our lack of interest in what happens in Washington DC with that "what-can-I-do" attitude is what got us in the shape we are in now. That crappy attitude almost set us on a very bad course. You cannot afford the luxury of thinking that we won so we can relax. We have only just begun. We have to work harder than we ever did the last 18 months. We have to learn to show compassion without compromise. We have taken the first step of an arduous journey. The journey will only end if you sit back and refuse to take another step or you finish the journey with all the blisters and scars that come with it. We are up to it with GOD'S help. It will not and should not be easy! Nothing worth fighting for should come easy. Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of an undivided Jerusalem!
We no longer live in a country of law
and order. The rioting and lawlessness is an orchestrated and well
planned attack upon this nation and its law enforcement officers
perpetrated by those in power with the money and will to buy off both
black and white in order to fulfill their nefarious goal.
Problematic people on both sides are being used to accelerate the
violence against the races in order to create an environment in which
the Federal Government can assume total control over every individual
regardless of color or religion.
The impact of such a decision and
actions will be, not to maintain law and order, but to gain control
over a populace that insists the government has never given us
freedom and therefore cannot take it away. There is no place for
freedom within the confines of a Communist nor Socialist tyranny.
As the time grows near for the United
Nations, Multi-National Forces or whatever name is applied to the
invaders, fear will grow; fear prompted by riots, looting and
anarchy. As the fear grows so will the desire for the Government to
step in and take control and rid the citizenry of the 'haters', the
ones who would maintain the laws of GOD and man. Will we be
eliminated? Will we be made examples of? Will we be herded into
re-education
camps?
I struggle with the desire to become
more politically active and the desire to serve GOD. Do I assume
that GOD will not need me to
do HIS will and I should stay out of it? Or, do I see the injustice
as an insult to GOD as David, the shepherd, did and call Goliath out?
I do
not assume to compare myself to David, who loved GOD with all of his
heart in-spite of his wayward flesh. David was chosen by GOD to lead
the nation of Israel. I was born for such a time as this.
Becoming
politically active is more of a calling now than prior to the
founding of this country. We, as citizens, were given a voice at the
very founding of this country. We have been blessed, as a country
due to our adherence to moral virtue put forth by ALMIGHTY GOD. In
today's social structure we have tolerated, allowed, then embraced
sin of all kinds. We have bowed the knee to special interests all in
the mistaken belief that we would be seen as harsh or heartless if we
did not. Meekness has been turned into a sign of weakness and given
over to an orgy of licentious behavior. Forsaking GOD, we have
become confused as to the very nature of our being. We no longer
know even if we are male or female, and we desire to pass this
confusion on to the innocence of childhood.
So
politics is the cause of my angst. Deep sorrow consumes me as I see
the Muslim influence grow ever stronger within this country, this
United States of America, this country that I love. This country was
indeed founded as a Christian country. Sharia law was never to be a
part of it. Muslim contributions forced us to create the Marines who
had to retrieve our ships and our countrymen from the Islamic
terrorists who pirated our seas. We chased them from the Halls of
Montezuma to the Shores of Tripoli. THAT was the extent of the
Muslim contributions to the United States of America.
I am
no longer silent. I have awakened. I am woman, hear me roar. I am
NOT with her. I am with GOD ALMIGHTY and HIS NAME IS NOT allah. HIS
NAME is JEHOVAH, YHWH!
This
is a religious war. It is one that was declared upon all humanity
670 AD. We, the United States of America, did not declare it. But
we sure can finish it!
As I sit here in front of my computer, I think of those little, might I say petty, hardships I have had in my life. My greatest disaster [feel free to add a great deal of sarcasm] the past several days has been that I lost, misplaced actually, a crochet pattern to a Christening Set that is just short 1 booty.
You crocheters out there may sense my distress at working so long and hard to finish this intricate pattern only to lose it just as the end is in sight.
I am distressed, but could actually give a whit about the pattern. My concern is why it bothers me so. My life is not in danger. Our home is intact. My husband is a saint (except for those tiny things that men do - seat up, whiskers in sink, dirty laundry on floor, etc.). My child is brilliant, has a beautiful wife, and a stunning child. And I am distressed over a pattern.
That could all change in a heartbeat. An accident changes things in less than 8 seconds. That is how long it took my car to go ever so slightly off the edge of the road, hit a culvert, fly across the ditch, cross the road and land in a neighbor's yard. It probably took me longer to write this than it took for the accident to happen. I was quite fortunate. My back was only broken in 1 place, my wrist in three, but the rest of my body was intact. It only took a year to recuperate. Well, for the most part. But it could have been very different. At my age, I could have broken a great deal more. Recovery could have taken much longer.
I am blessed. There are no imminent threats against my person. No one is shooting at me. No one is wielding a knife at me. Or am I just looking at things through the fog of laxity? And, yes, that is a real word. Quite close to laxative. When could say I was looking through a fog of loose bovine excrement.
The terror is real. The terror is out there. I have no illusions about that. All anyone has to do is turn on the "boob tube" as it was once called; check Facebook; look at any news site; and it is all there in glorious color.
The thing about where I live is that we tend to shoot back. Most of us can and do own and know how to use a gun, actually many guns of various sorts and sizes. Wyoming and Montana are wonderful states but is it ever cold! That is not a question. It is a statement. Someone asked me why there were no reports of drive-by shootings in those northwestern states. My response was, "They shoot back. And besides 40 below keeps the riffraff out." If you have ever been where it gets really cold, cold enough to freeze the metal in your wheels, you definitely understand. Cold produces its own speical kind of crazy. Just like the desert produces its own really special wackos that actually want WW3.
No, I do not advocate more gun laws to keep guns out of the hands of citizens. It should be easier for a citizen to purchase a gun, not harder. Felons should not be allowed to ever own a gun if they commit a crime of rape, child molestation, or murder and are convicted of such even if they did not use a gun. If a politician has armed security, they should never be allowed to advocate for any restrictions of gun ownership. For one thing, they do not believe what they say, or they would not allow their security to carry guns.
Back to the subject of terror. Two percent of a billion followers of Islam are Islamic Extremists determined to overthrow everyone else by violent terrorist means. The other 98% are going to patiently infiltrate government offices, schools, clubs, and every other aspect of our lives, smiling all the way, bit by bit changing laws, changing rules, and gaining control. Doing all of this right under our noses in broad daylight, while we blink, sneeze or fart and look the other way. We gradually lose our rights to say what we think, dress as we choose, work where we desire and be who we want to be. More importantly, we lose the right to worship the ONE TRUE GOD, because it might offend someone. We lose the backbone to say JESUS CHRIST IS LORD.
And I say, "BOVINE EXCREMENT!!" Is there anything worth dying for? You bet your sweet patooty there is!
I am weary of the violent foreplay that these terrorists promote. The kind that gets them sent straight to Hell and not to their mythical virgins. It is time to eliminate their heinous asses.
This comes from 2 math teachers with a combined total of 70 yrs. experience. It has an indisputable mathematical logic. It also made me Laugh Out Loud. This is a strictly mathematical viewpoint...it goes like this: What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever
wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We
have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over
100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:If:A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Zis represented as:1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.Then: H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 =98% and K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 =96% But , A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 =100% And, H-O-R-S-E-H-O-C-K-E-Y 8+15+18+19+5+8+15+3+11+5+25 =132% AND, look how far brown nosing will take you. B-R-O-W-N-N-O-S-I-N-G 2+18+15+23+14+14+15+19+9+14+7 =150% So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that whileHard workand Knowledge will get you close, and Attitudewill get you there, its the Horse HockeyandBrown Nosingthat will put you over the top.
You have all heard the fish tales of the fish that grows with each telling, and the fight to bring land it was long and arduous. Of course that was long before cell phones with video cameras and instant access to Facebook. There is no longer any joy in telling a 'story' than can be instantly refuted.
Then there is always the story about that special someone who slipped through our grasp and was gone before we could explain that the horrible act we committed was not a true picture of who we really are. But the skid marks they left as they pulled away told a different story. Youth seems to be wasted upon the young. But then, we were or are all young once.
We were the one who got away from some unfortunate soul We saw them at their worst and suddenly, before they could whip out their litany of excuses and beg us to stay, we were gone.
There is only One who cannot lose someone under any circumstance and that is GOD HIMSELF. Once we become HIS there is nothing nor no one who can rip us from HIS grasp. HE will never leave us, nor forsake us. HE simply will not, no can not let one get away.
Today we lost a dear friend of 13 years. Sweety, our
little tan nuisance left this world about 12:30pm. She was just a dog.
But what a dog she was. She was a faithful follower, the kind we should
be of CHRIST. She loved my husband the most. She followed him all over
the property even though sometimes he forgot how slow her little legs
would carry her and marched ahead without her.
Human life is above animal life as humans are the only creatures made in the very image of GOD. There is no reason to place the life of a dog, dolphin, nor snowy white owl above the life or needs of the human race. I have heard many adults, parents of grown children, talk to and about their pets with more regard than their own children. Some will even admit out loud and with great assurance that those little dogs or cats love them more than their own children do. Really? I mean I like my pets, may even have great affection for them. Some may say that I love them although I don't want to admit it. Perhaps. BUT! I love my my husband, my child, my sister, and a several others a great deal more than any animal and would never put the welfare of an animal above them. We are not all equal here on this earth. We never were. We were created in the beginning to be different. We, humans, were created and the first job ever done was the naming of the animals by the first human. Caretakers of the Garden, Stewards of the Earth's resources, and other titles were supposed to be ours. We have, instead raped and pillaged the resources and out of a guilty conscience have elevated the animals above that of humanity. We have 5 more dogs. We are pet owners. We are not pet parents. No way did I ever give birth to any 4 legged critter. I was not Sweety's mom. I was her owner, her caretaker, her everything (except when hubby was around). I made sure she was fed if he forgot or at least fixed their food. Nagged him to take them to the vet. Reminded him to buy food although he seldom forgot to get them treats. Nagged him to not give them table scraps. And the list goes on. Shots, checkups, nail trims, anal gland expression, etc. When we bought them or took the strays in, we assumed a responsibility to care for these, GOD'S creatures to the best of our ability. Which we have tried to do. Sometimes we do without things so they can eat better or get medical care. We do it willingly because we choose to do it. We don't have children living at home and we are not taking from anyone in order to care for them. I will miss Sweety. I held her in my arms as she died. She was a good dog. She was affectionate and demanding. She was a good dog. I will miss my little tan nuisance terribly for awhile. Then I will miss the others terribly for awhile. I do not know if they go to Heaven and don't want to get into that discussion here. I want to be left with the hope that maybe sometime in eternity I will see her again and she won't remember that I called probably her 'turd' more than I called her 'Sweety.' Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!
Some famous (or should I say infamous)
person said, "It's the economy, stupid!" And
from there went on to prove that you do not have to have even an
adequate knowledge of the simple word is to become
President of the United States; nor do you have to possess high moral
values; nor even a love for this country or the very Constitution
upon which the United States of America was founded.
It appears that the very thing that
has kept us free these 200 plus years is now on the endangered
species list. The Constitution has always been a singular bastion
of Freedom
finding its roots in a field in England at Runnymede, near Windsor,
as the Magna
Carta Libertatum
was signed by King John on June 15, 1215. And if you want to know
more, simply follow this link.
We
can be better than we are with GOD'S help. We seem, as a populace, to be outraged at
the indiscretions of our leaders, while setting a worse example
within our own state, even within our own homes.
We
the people, of these United States of America, in order to form a
more perfect union, chose to allow freedom to reign in the area of
Worship, specifically, the worship of the Christian GOD and all that
entails. It was not, in any sense to mean the promotion of Satanism
as a religion, nor any of the offshoots in the form of pornography,
child abuse and sexual exploitation. Nor was the Constitution in
anyway supportive of abortion, hence the words when we declared our
independence, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with
certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and
the pursuit of Happiness...” (Just as an aside, the original word was not "Happiness" but "Holiness." Imagine our take on the Constitution had that word stood as originally written.)
We are no longer happy. We are in no way Holy. We are, however, enlightened.
Now,
it appears that we have become so enlightened
that we no longer fear GOD nor respect HIS creation and kill our
babies in the womb, eradicating our tax base (to put it in a
more economics based perspective) and thereby assuring the knowledge
of millions of people would be lost before it was ever discovered.
We
are so enlightened
that we no longer know who or even what we are. It appears that a
lack of faith in GOD has proven to be our downfall in ways only Maximilien de Robespierre could have imagined. Although we have diminished the
racial problem, now that we can self-identify as whatever race we
choose, whatever sex we choose. And that is a good thing. Right?
Affirmative action is no longer necessary as a white woman can now
pass,
excuse me, self-identify,
as a black woman or even a black man and get hired as such. Wish I
had known that when I was trying to gain entrance to University of
Virginia in 1967 for an occupation other than nursing or teaching.
I should have just cut my hair, put a sock in my drawers, bound my
chest and gone as a man.
We
are so enlightened
that we do not even know what bathroom to use or even if we should.
We have every appearance of being ashamed of this country and wanting
it to be on a level playing field with third world countries, so why
even have bathrooms, restrooms in public? Just use the one at
home or go behind a tree. We are now living in fear due to the
ridiculous. Our children are growing up in a time that only science
fiction pornography used to promote. It is now here. In our
attempt to label predators, we have made their faces and residences
available on-line in a matter of seconds. There are apps that will
notify you if a sex offender has moved into your neighborhood. The
only problem is that we have yet to deal with the issue that causes
them in the first place. .We have crime shows by the dozens for your
viewing pleasure on an hourly basis. We have shows that deal solely
with the solving of crime.
Over
the years we have given the perpetrators as many rights as the
victims of their hideous crimes. We have come to the conclusion that
we must be more tolerant and, “Can't we all just get along?”
The
simple answer is, “No, we can't.” JESUS said, “The poor you
will have with you always..” I would like to also say that just
like the poor, evil will be with us always until HIS return.
Incarceration, while it does not stop evil, will at the very least
confine it to a cell in a building; just as the death penalty cuts
down on recidivism while not annihilating evil.
Things
really are simpler than we like to think. You can change the shape
of a person through surgery and drugs, but you still cannot change
the DNA. There are true human anomalies such as chimera and
hermaphrodites, but they are rarities. The attraction for the same
sex is nothing new. Adultery is nothing new. Lying is nothing new.
Sin has been around since the first act of disobedience. Humanity
simply tolerates it, embraces it, and now calls it good.
All the while calling those of us who wish to embrace GOD'S will
and the tenets of Scripture as somehow hateful and evil. It won't be
long before the fireman who saves a person from a burning building
will be called hateful because, “maybe
they wanted to burn up, and that fireman should have been more
tolerant of that persons identity at the moment.”
Okay, I have given this a great deal of thought and am now prepared to tell you what you already know.
Multi-Level-Marketing, otherwise known as MLM is the basis for the majority of home-based businesses. As long as you have or produce a product for sale it is not a "Pyramid Scheme." That should come as no surprise since all business is built upon a pyramid type structure. It starts with a single person who has a great idea, say Mr. Hershey and his idea for a chocolate bar. He drags all his family into this wild idea for selling what most sane people make at home. It's a hit! He starts his factory with friends and neighbors investing and people coming to work in his factory.
Now Mr. Hershey becomes the President and CEO (1) of his company and has Vice Presidents (2) to help with running the company. Then he has department heads (6) and supervisors (20) and then all the little people doing all the work. And guess what? It resembles a pyramid.
Pres/CEO = BIG BUCKS
Vice Presidents = Big Bucks
Department Heads = big bucks
Many Supervisory Staff = bucks
Lots of Workers (generally people like you and me) = wages
There are folks that have a problem with that structure and want everyone to be equally compensated regardless of technical know-how, experience, initiative, or investment. They are called Communists. Socialists are just those on the verge of becoming Communists or Capitalists. They are on the fence and want the ability to earn as much as one can as long as the government takes care of everyone. Neither of these ideologies work for long. Within 5 years most become dissatisfied, quit producing at capacity, and turn to apathy while consuming vast amounts of self-pity and spewing large quantities of hate and discontent or suffering in silence simply allowing themselves to be slowly dragged into the mire. And that concludes my political commentary for this session.
Back to the MLM of business.
If you have ever been in business for yourself (and that includes mowing grass or doing odd jobs for people to get money for a new toy) you know one thing. You discovered more than one thing, but one for sure. That thing is - YOU work for every penny YOU make! And the second thing you found out is - If YOU want more customers (therefore more money), YOU have to go rustle them up. The third thing you realize is - If YOU want to make even more money faster, YOU go out, find more jobs and pay other people to do the work while keeping a percentage for yourself for taking the initiative to find the work and make sure it gets done.
MLM works the same way. Amway, ViSalus, Mary Kay, Herbal Life, Le-vel, Rodan + Fields, and thousands of other companies already have a tried and tested way to promote (advertise and sell) their products. While there are variations on the theme, they are all basically the same. You pay for the kit. You learn from your sponsor, up-line, videos, conference calls, whatever they offer for training about the product and how to promote it.
They all show how great the product is and most hand out samples or invite you to parties to check it out. Then comes the money pitch. Almost everyone will at least listen to how you can make $1,500.00 per month easy. And if that is possible, then think about having invited 3 more people to do the same. By this time, your mouth is watering. After I tell you the new BMW sitting in the driveway is the result of just a little more effort, your heart is racing and your mind is trying to list all those people you know who need this opportunity. You get out your cash, your checkbook or your plastic, sign up and get your kit!
All good, right?
Hardly. That person who dropped by and showed you this great opportunity did not realize you took him or her seriously and really saw the opportunity. You were just a practice run and that was supposed to be it for you and that podunk town you live in. After all it's really too far to drive to help you with your new business. All the questions you have are basically going unanswered because you are waiting on someone else. Meanwhile, not wanting to do anything wrong, you wait. In spite of the wait, you become Rising Star Director! Before the 30 days ended, but little did you know, to keep momentum going you should have done that in a week. Who knew? Some people did. They just went out and did it. They did not wait on anyone.
Okay, Rising Star is done, next is the BMW. After months of promoting (pushing products on anyone who will listen) you qualify for the coveted BMW, but the next level remains elusive.
Almost 3 years later, an accident throws a kink into this ribbon of wonderfulness. Suddenly you are flat on your back with a literal broken back, broken wrist, some heavy duty pain medication and your up-line doesn't call. Well, one calls from another state. But, as far as there being that camaraderie, that overwhelming desire to make certain everyone in your team survives and thrives is only a fading mist within the ether of imagination and the stuff that on-line promotional videos are made of.
What becomes stark reality over and above all the pomp and circumstance of the infomercials and promotional literature is the irrevocable knowledge that your business is yours and yours alone. Your business lives or dies, thrives or tanks on you and you alone. It is, after all, YOUR business. And although your sponsor/up-line does benefit from your continued success, you are ill advised to depend upon their continued interest, much less their unwavering support.
People, in the MLM business, come and go like rain in springtime; like meteors flashing through the sky; feathers blown by the wind. There are many reasons why people become promoters or customers. They become customers first because they know you, like you, and want to support your endeavors regardless of the product. They stay customers because the products work and they like them. People become promoters for the same reasons as they become customers plus they see the potential of the business.
Why do people stay in any job or in any business? Easiest and shortest answer is they like it. It fulfills them. They like the products, the hype, the money, and it makes them feel good about themselves, about life. They have a purpose. When they stop liking it; when it becomes drudgery, they either quit outright or they just let their business or job die a slow, painful death while waiting for retirement.
Another reason people will quit a particular MLM is a more inspiring company or a more lucrative compensation plan. Loyalty is only as good as the money they can make. Product quality is somewhat of an incentive, but if their goal is strictly monetary, product is a non-issue. A great product is an asset, but an aggressive promoter can overcome a mediocre product.
The product is great. You have recruited several potentially great promoters. Your customer base is solid. But the money is not there. Why? Could be simply a matter of timing. The day of the week, monthly closing, product returns, maybe just a bad day, week, or month. Have you been consistent? Have you kept up with customer or promoter recruitment? Got any new customers lately? Or have you been depending solely upon the success of your own team?
MLM is probably the one place you can have the most effect upon your life and the lives of others, but it is not for the faint of heart. You must be committed to the nurture and welfare of your own business. Circumstances, the weather, accidents, illness can all play a part in the health of your business. But the doctor must ultimately be you.
If your chocolate bar is old and grey and you are excited about it, you will want everyone to see the medicinal properties of old, grey, fungi-encrusted chocolate. If you have the finest chocolate produced anywhere in the world but have no enthusiasm, you might get some folks to buy it and even sign up for auto shipment, but eventually those stalwart chocolate aficionados will find a replacement and move on.
I guess the shocking truth about ViSalus or any other home based business is that you can be your own worst enemy. You can kill a solid business pattern by a lackadaisical attitude.
If you want it, go for it. Just keep in mind that it is solely up to you. Be consistent. Stay for 5 years. If you cannot stay in for 5 years, you have little or no commitment to your own success. In that 5 years, give it your best. Overcome obstacles. Do your best to make it work for you!
I do not
believe the way most of the world believes today. And because of
that, I am called a variety of names. None of which are flattering.
I do not post any hateful remarks or vulgar language on Facebook. I
no longer tweet, although I have a Twitter account. I do not carry
signs, shout obscenities, and 'occupy' any place that is not mine. I
do not riot and loot. Perhaps I am too lazy, but perhaps, I just do
not believe it is right to do those things.
I
believe the Bible is the inerrant Word of GOD; that there are no
contradictions within HIS word only our faulty understanding and, at
times, an intentional misrepresentation of HIS word. Sin is what
severed our relationship with GOD and the death of HIS SON is what
restored our relationship with GOD. There is only one way to GOD,
not many. Sin is sin and must be forgiven not winked at nor glossed
over. In order to be forgiven, we must be called by the Holy Spirit,
repent, turn from our wicked ways, and fully give ourselves to HIM.
One man
and one woman makes a marriage; not two women, nor 2 men. And no,
not even Fluffy and Fido are to be united with man or woman into the
Holy bonds of matrimony.
Honesty
is not simply the results of taking a class in Ethics. Fidelity is
not a matter of not crossing the line, it is not going near the line.
Stealing a pen is a sin, just as stealing $10,000,000.00 is a
sin. Or stealing someone's spouse or their virtue.
Sex
should be the result of marriage and the intimacy shared by husband
and wife. It is not a solitary activity accomplished before a
computer screen. It is not a group activity, nor is it something to
be shared by stranger after stranger while in various states of
intoxication. Living with someone and having babies with them
without the benefit of marriage is not the same as marriage and is
one reason we have so many single parent homes.
Getting
married a second or third or even fourth time is no guarantee that
you really know what you are doing. It simply appears you are making
the same mistakes a second or third or even fourth time.
You do
not get married and live happily ever after with Prince Charming or
the Beautiful Princess. If you want one marriage to work, you work
at it. For the most part, it is boring, dull and not much fun. But,
it can be life's greatest adventure. It is all in your perception of
it.
I
believe there is peace and harmony in life, but only through a
relationship with JESUS CHRIST.
The
easter bunny is a lie from the pit of Hell and I salute any child who
is smart enough to run screaming from that, santa claus, and any
other fictitious thing that adults dream up to foist upon
unsuspecting children in order to sell candy, cheap toys and baskets
filled with fake grass.
And why
do adults force children to sit on the lap of some stranger and then
tell them to run from strangers?
I
believe in being honest with children and protecting them from the
demons that run rampant through our homes on screens no bigger than a
watch. And we wonder where they pick up trashy attitudes and
language. Do you really have to wonder? Have you listened to
yourself screaming at the kids? Have you listened to how you talk to
your own parents? Do you take responsibility for your actions? Or
do you justify
what you do?
Think
about it for a moment. When you ask your kids who they think they
are talking to, remember when the tables were turned. Were you
respectful of your own parents and do you justify your current disrespect
claiming that they were bad parents? They were never there for you.
They let you down. They abused you. They beat you. They made you
eat stuff you hated. They kept you from parties and smoking and
drinking and never let you have fun.
Get
over it. Your own children are being ever so gently prepared by you
to say the very same things to you and about you. They may even say
the very same words you said. My, my, my. What a thought. What
goes around, comes around. You reap what you sow.
I
believe children are under-rated and under-taught. They are taught
more foolishness than skills. They are forced to “remain children
as long as they can” and parents are left wondering if their adult
children will ever
leave home. They do. They marry and return with their own children.
Why? Generally because they wanted bigger and better right
now
and all they got was bigger debt and lots of junk they really did not
need. Couples used to marry, get a one bedroom apartment and a
beat-up old car and work for years to save for a house. They now want
their DREAM HOME and NEW CAR/TRUCKbefore the vows are even said.
No,
it is not always like that. Sometimes stuff just happens and you
have nowhere to go but back home. And you just hope they will take
you in. And they do because that is what family does.
Call
me what you like. It hurts sometimes for a bit. But truly, by now,
I just feel sorry for you, that you cannot or will not listen to the
voice of experience. You must make those mistakes for yourself. You
must hurt and fall and weep and whine and I will be there to help you
up and whisper those words of wisdom, “I tried to tell you, but you
wouldn't listen.”
Any reasonable human being with enough cognitive power to know what their name is and that when they look in a mirror and know they see themselves will say, "Yes, we are at war."
It is unfortunate that some leaders have their heads stuck so far up the sand pile they no longer see the reality that is before them.
While we may not want to be at war (and really, who does?). the fact remains we are. We did not declare it. We did not go provoking it. We did not want it.
There was an open declaration of war against the United States of America on May 10, 1801. That declaration of war has never been rescinded. There have been long periods of non-aggression, but that does not change the fact that we have been at war with this faction of terrorists since 1801. The names have changed, but the methodology and the weapon of choice have not. They have added modern weapons to their arsenal, but their acts of terror and their barbarism have virtually remained the same.
To say that we are not at war is ludicrous. When a factor declares war on us and attacks us, we are at war. Like it or not, we are there. They are here and we must be vigilant. There will be no reasoning with this Satan-inspired enemy. They are intent upon destroying us and all that we are because we represent freedom. We represent all that is good, in their eyes, and that just infuriates them.
Anne
and Pierre-Yves Guyomard, who married two years ago, were killed at the
Bataclan. The couple hoped to have children "some time soon", their
friend Leslie Winer told the Associated Press news agency. Mrs Guyomard
was a former student of musicology and a childcare assistant at a
nursery in the outskirts of Paris.
Anne-Laure Arruebo, 36
Anne-Laure
Arruebo worked as a customs inspector according to French media. She
was sitting outside one of the cafés which was attacked.
Armelle Pumir Anticevic, 46
Armelle
Pumir Anticevic was a production manager who lived in Paris and
attended the concert with her husband, who survived. She was an
extraordinary person who loved life, a friend told L'Independant
Asta Daikite, 35
French footballer Lassana Diarra revealed on Twitter
that he had lost his cousin, Asta Diakite, in one of the shootings. He
said she was like a "big sister" to him. She had gone shopping with a
nephew and was shot dead in the attack on the bar and restaurant in the
rue Alibert.
Bertrand Navarret, 38
Bertrand
Navarret was a carpenter. He had trained as a lawyer and practised for a
few years, but decided to take up carpentry instead and learned his
trade in Canada before moving to Capbreton, a surfing hotspot in
south-western France. Surfing was his real passion, according to
Liberation newspaper. He died at the Bataclan.
Cecile Coudon Peccadeau de L'Isle, 37
A
customs inspector who died along with her colleague Anne-Laure Arruebo.
Their trade union praised them on a personal and professional level,
saying they were dedicated to their work.
Cecile Martin, 33
Cecile Martin was a clinical psychologist. She died at the Bataclan.
Cedric Ginestou, 27
Management
consultant Cedric Ginestou was at the Belle Equipe on the rue de
Charonne when it was attacked. He graduated from business school in
Bordeaux in 2012 before moving to Paris.
Charlotte & Emilie Meaud, 29
Twin
sisters Charlotte and Emilie Meaud died at Le Carillon. Charlotte was
in charge of investments in start-up firms at Scientipole, a venture
capital firm. Emilie was an architect with Chartier Dalix. The firm said
it had lost "a colleague and a friend".
Chloe Boissinot, 27
Chloe
Boissinot was a student of land management who was dining at Le Petit
Cambodge. She was originally from Château-Larcher in the
Poitou-Charentes region, where 150 people held a silence in her honour.
Neighbours there told France Bleu Poitou she came from a "really
generous family".
Christophe Mutez, 48
Christophe
Mutez was an employee of PROS France, a software firm. He died in the
Bataclan attack. He is described as "kind and generous" in online
tributes.
Christophe Lellouche, 33
Christophe
Lellouche, was a fan of l'Olympique de Marseille football club and was a
former online communications professional. He died at the Bataclan. A
friend told La Provence newspaper how Christophe had helped him through a
period of severe illness.
Christopher Neuet-Shalter, 39
Christopher
Neuet-Shalter was a digital marketing consultant from Paris and father
of an 11-year-old girl. "He was kind, sweet, bright, always there for
those close to him," his partner told Le Parisien newspaper. "If you
mentioned his daughter's name, his face lit up."
Ciprian Calciu 32, & Lacramioara Pop, 29
Romanian
couple Ciprian Calciu and Lacramioara Pop were parents of an
18-month-old son. They were reportedly celebrating a birthday party at
La Belle Equipe bistro when they died. Lacramioara also had an
11-year-old daughter.
Claire Maitrot-Tapprest, 23
Claire
Maitrot-Tapprest was a student at business school in Reims. She died at
the Bataclan. "We have no words, such is the strength of our sadness,"
the school said in a statement.
David Perchirin, 41
David
Perchirin, 41, was a journalist turned schoolteacher. He taught in
Seine-Saint-Denis, a northern suburb of Paris. He died at the Bataclan.
His contemporaries at university said he had been a "major figure in
student life".
Elif Dogan, 27
Belgian
Elif Dogan worked in an IT company in Liege, a town in the east of
Belgium. She was with her friend Milko Jozic on the terrace of La Casa
Nostra pizzeria when they came under attack.
Emmanuel Bonnet, 47
Father-of-two
Emmanuel Bonnet trained staff at the Paris regional transport
authority. He was at the Bataclan with his son, who managed to get away.
Liberation newspaper says he was a music fan and would share a
favourite song on Facebook every week.
Estelle Rouat, 25
Estelle
Rouat was at the Bataclan. She was an English teacher in Colombes in
the north-western suburbs of Paris. Her family are organising a "happy"
procession with music to remember her, according to regional newspaper
Ouest France.
Fanny Minot, 29
Fanny
Minot was an editor at Le Petit Journal, a satirical TV news programme.
Presenter Yann Barthes paid tribute to her at the start of Monday's
broadcast. She died at the Bataclan. "She was such a loving,
compassionate person, with such an adventurous view on life," a friend
told the Associated Press news agency.
Franck Pitiot, 23
Franck
Pitiot was an engineering graduate who studied at Nancy, in the east of
France. He was at the Bataclan concert. His engineering school paid
tribute to his kindness and warmth.
Frederic Henninot, 45
Frederic Henninot died at the Bataclan. He was a bank worker from Cergy in the north-western suburbs of Paris and father of two.
Germain Ferey, 36
Germain Ferey was from Vienne-en-Bessin, a village in Normandy. He worked in media production and was at the Bataclan.
Gilles Leclerc, 32
Gilles
Leclerc worked with his mother as a florist in the north-western
suburbs of Paris. He had gone to the Bataclan concert with his
girlfriend Marianne, who survived.
Gregory Fosse, 28
Gregory
Fosse, a music scheduler for television channel D17, died at the
Bataclan. "We all knew his kindness, inimitable smile and the passion
for music which brought him to us," his employer wrote. "We have lost a
friend but also a talented guy."
Guillaume Le Dramp, 33
Guillaume
Le Dramp died having a drink outside the Belle Equipe bar. A loved one
told the AFP news agency he was "charming, warm, truly kind with a
wicked sense of humour".
Halima & Hodda Saadi, 36 & 35
Halima
Saadi, a Tunisian mother of two, was killed with her sister Hodda at La
Belle Equipe bar, according to Le Parisien newspaper. Their brother was
also in the bar but survived.
Helene Muyal, 35
Helene
Muyal, 35, died at the Bataclan and leaves behind a husband and son
aged 17 months. She was a make-up artist who worked on fashion shoots.
Her husband Antoine Leiris wrote a passionate piece on Facebook
addressed to his wife's killers after seeing her body. "I don't know
who you are and I don't want to know. You are dead souls. I won't give
you the gift of my hatred. It's what you sought, but answering hate with
anger would be to surrender to the same ignorance that has made you
what you are.''
Hugo Sarrade, 23
Hugo
Sarrade, 23, was killed at the Bataclan. He was studying at a
university in Montpellier and was in Paris to spend the weekend with his
father and to go to the concert. "Hugo played the guitar and loved rock
music. He was loving and full of kindness, and so open to other
cultures and ways of life," his father Stephane said.
Hyacinthe Koma, 36
Hyacinthe
Koma from Burkina Faso worked as a waiter at Chics Types restaurant and
was celebrating a birthday at La Belle Equipe bar.
Isabelle Merlin, 44
Isabelle
Merlin was an engineer who worked at the Continental electronics firm
in Rambouillet, to the south-west of Paris. She had a wide smile and an
extremely warm and dynamic character, friends told Le Parisien
newspaper. Outside of work, she studied music and singing. She was
friendly and funny, the director of her college told broadcaster France 3
Nord Pas-de-Calais.
Jean-Jacques Amiot, 68
Jean-Jacques
Amiot was a silkscreen printer who was at the Bataclan. "A pacifist, a
gentle man," his brother told French newspaper the Telegramme.
Jean-Jacques Kirchheim, 44
Jean-Jacques
Kirchheim worked for telecommunications firm Free. Friends told Le
Parisien newspaper he loved rock music and travelling. He died at the
Bataclan watching the Eagles of Death Metal.
Julien Galisson, 32
Julien Galisson was at the Bataclan. He lived in Nantes and loved music and travelling, according to 20 Minutes newspaper.
Justine Dupont, 34
Justine
Dupont was the manager of the Sainte Cécile social housing block in the
east of Paris. She was on the Rue de Charonne, near the Belle Equipe
bar.
Justine Moulin, 23
Justine
Moulin was a student living in Paris who was eating at Le Petit
Cambodge restaurant. Her parents were from Nieppe, a small town in the
north of France, according to La Voix du Nord newspaper.
Kheireddine Sahbi, 29
Kheireddine
Sahbi was a masters student in ethnomusicology caught up in the
restaurant attacks. "He was an Algerian virtuoso violinist, who came to
hone his skills in Paris, and was heavily involved in traditional
musical groups at the university," said the president of the Sorbonne.
Lamia Mondeguer, 30
Lamia Mondeguer was an agent for artists and a dual French-Egyptian citizen.
Lola Ouzounian, 17
Her father said: "May my little angel rest in peace, and may her smile remain ingrained in our memories forever."
Lola Salines, 29
Lola
Salines was an editor at Grund, a publishing company. According to
Liberation newspaper, she was in a roller derby team and travelled
widely as a child.
Lucie Dietrich, 37
Lucie Dietrich was a graphic designer at L'Etudiant (Student) magazine.
Madeleine Sadin, 30
Madeleine Sadin was a French teacher at a school in Vitry-sur-Seine, in the south-eastern suburbs of Paris.
Manu Perez, 40
Manu Perez, 40, was an employee of Universal Music.
Marie-Aimee Dalloz, 34
Marie-Aimee Dalloz was a bank worker from Paris and mother of one.
Mathias Dymarski, 22
Mathias
Dymarski was a keen BMX rider and recent civil engineering graduate who
studied in Metz, in north-east France, and was a project manager at a
business in Paris. He was the boyfriend of Marie Lausch who also died at
the Bataclan.
Matthieu de Rorthais, 32
Matthieu de Rorthais, 32, a music lover who had recovered from cancer. "He was kind, gentle and sensitive," his cousin said.
Maud Serrault, 37
Maud Serrault was a marketing and e-commerce director at Best Western France.
Maxime Bouffard, 26
Maxime Bouffard was a film director.
Mayeul Gaubert, 30
Mayeul Gaubert, 30, was a lawyer.
Milko Jozic, 47
Milko Jozic, 47, was an engineer from Belgium.
Mohamed Amine Ibnolmobarak, 29
A Moroccan architect and teacher, Amine Ibnolmobarak was named by the Moroccan Times newspaper as one of those killed at Le Carillon bar. The native of Rabat was with his wife who was seriously injured, the paper added.
Nathalie Jardin, 31
Nathalie Jardin was a lighting manager at the Bataclan concert hall.
Nathalie Lauraine, 39
French-Russian
Nathalie Lauraine was at the Bataclan concert with her husband, who was
injured. She was the mother of three children, according to Le Figaro
newspaper.
Nicolas Degenhardt, 37
Nicolas Degenhardt was a yoga teacher from Le Mans. He had lived in Paris for about 15 years.
Olivier Vernadal, 44
Olivier
Vernadal, 44, was a tax officer from Ceyrat in the Auvergne region of
France. A keen footballer, his home town decided to name its stadium
after him to honour his memory.
Patricia San Martin, 61
Patricia
San Martin, 61, was a civil servant working in local government at
Sevran, a northern suburb of Paris, and a trade union representative.
She died alongside her daughter Elsa Veronique Delplace, according to
Sevran town hall officials.
Pierre Innocenti, 40
Pierre
Innocenti, 40, was a manager at Chez Livio restaurant in the Parisian
suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine. He was killed alongside his cousin Stephane
Albertini. They were the third generation of their family to run the
famous restaurant.
Pierre-Antoine Henry, 36
Pierre-Antoine Henry, 36, was an engineer. His cousin said: "They killed the nicest guy in the world."
Precilia Correia, 35
A
dual Portuguese-French national, Precilia Correia was killed at the
Bataclan alongside her French boyfriend. She was an employee of music
retailer Fnac, based in La Defense in north-west Paris.
Quentin Boulenger, 29
Quentin Boulenger, 29, graduated from management school in 2010 and worked at L'Oreal cosmetics firm.
Quentin Mourier, 29
Quentin Mourier was an architect at Vergers Urbains (Urban Orchards).
Raphael Hilz, 28
Raphael
Hilz was an architect from the German city of Munich. He had been
working for the past six months for the Italian firm Renzo Piano.
Richard Rammant, 54
Richard Rammant was a motorcyclist and rock fan.
Romain Dunet, 28
Romain
Dunet was an English teacher. "He had a big heart, unwavering
generosity, and was a fantastic teacher who helped me when I needed it
most," one pupil wrote in an online tribute.
Romain Didier, 32
Romain
Didier was a former drama student and bar manager. His rugby team paid
tribute on Facebook to his "unparalled joie de vivre", adding: "It's so
hard to think that we will never again see your smile or hear your
laugh."
Romain Naufle, 31
Guitar
maker Romain Naufle was at the Bataclan with friends. He had opened a
workshop in the east of Paris. A concert was arranged in his honour.
Romain Feuillade, 31
Romain Feuillade owned a restaurant called Le Cent Kilos in the 11th district of Paris.
Salah Emad El-Gebaly, 28
Egyptian Salah Emad El-Gebaly died in the Bataclan concert hall, Egypt's consulate in Paris confirmed.
Sebastien Proisy, 37
Sebastien Proisy was a French-Bulgarian dual citizen who had just launched an international relations consultancy firm.
Stella Verry, 37
Stella Verry was a family doctor.
Stephane Albertini, 39
Stephane
Albertini was a manager of the Chez Livio restaurant in the Parisian
suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine. He was killed alongside his cousin Pierre
Innocenti. The pair "always had a smile for everyone," one customer
said.
Stephane Hache, 52
Restaurant worker Stephane Hache was killed by a stray bullet in his apartment opposite the Bataclan.
Suzon Garrigues, 21
Suzon
Garrigues was a third-year student of modern languages who "will be
remembered as the most generous, most altruistic and funniest of friends
by her fellow students, and also as an unconditional and devoted fan of
Zola", the president of the Sorbonne said.
Sven Alejandro Silva Perugini, 29
Sven
Alejandro Silva Perugini, 29, a computer scientist from Venezuela who
lived in Palma, Majorca. He had come to Paris for the weekend to catch
up with an old university friend.
Thibault Rousse Lacordaire, 36
Thibault Rousse Lacordaire worked at Colony Capital, a private equity firm.
Thierry Hardouin, 41
Thierry Hardouin was a police officer from Bobigny, a suburb in the north-east of Paris.
Thomas Ayad, 32
Thomas
Ayad from Amiens, worked for Mercury Records, a division of Universal
Music France, and was at the Bataclan with two colleagues. "He was the
coolest guy on Earth; no enemies, everyone liked him," a friend said.
Thomas Duperron, 30
Thomas Duperron was head of communications for La Maroquinerie concert hall.
Victor Munoz, 24
Victor
Munoz was born in Barcelona and built his first website aged 13. He was
a specialist in online marketing and had just graduated from business
school. He was working as an intern at a start-up when he was killed
having a drink with friends at La Belle Equipe bar.
Vincent Detoc, 38
Vincent Detoc was described as an amateur guitarist and music fan by Le Parisien newspaper, which spoke to his wife.
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Source: Paris Victims, Remembered
At least 130 people were killed in terrorist attacks on Nov. 13 in the French capital. They were mostly young people,
out having fun. The victims included an architect, an American college
student, an Algerian violinist and many, many music fans. Here are some
of their stories.
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Maxime Bouffard, a 26-year-old independent filmmaker, was killed Friday
when terrorists opened fire at a music venue in Paris. His sister,
Elodie Bouffard, provided the photo.
Maxime Bouffard, a longtime rugby player with a thin beard, had gone
with a friend from his university days to see the band Eagles of Death
Metal at the Bataclan concert hall when terrorists opened fire with assault rifles.
“By
the time his friend said they should get down, Maxime had taken a
bullet and was already dead,” his sister said. “He’d fallen into his
friend’s arms.”
Emmanuel Breuil first found out that his daughter, Elodie, was
attending an Eagles of Death Metal concert at the Bataclan concert hall
on Nov. 13 when his dinner was interrupted by phone calls from his sons.
Elodie, a 23-year-old design student, had gone to the concert in the 11th Arrondissement with a group of friends. She was one of two in the group who died at the Bataclan.
Photo
Christophe Foultier
Credit
Courtesy of Caroline Jolivet, via Associated Press
Christophe Foultier, 39, a husband and father, was among those killed
at the Bataclan. He was with a group of four friends and was the only
one who did not survive.
Mr. Foultier may have worked in advertising by day, but by night he was a rock musician,
working on his latest album. He was at the show with his wife, Caroline
Jolivet. “We went to our first concert together at the Bataclan,” she
said, “and a thousand more afterwards.”
Photo
Véronique Geoffroy de Bourgies, surrounded by children in Madagascar.
She and her husband adopted two children from Madagascar, who are now 12
and 15 years old.
Credit
Stéphane de Bourgies
Véronique Geoffroy de Bourgies lived in Paris but loved Madagascar,
said her husband, Stéphane de Bourgies. It was there that she adopted their two children, now 12 and 15, and to Madagascar that she dedicated the last 15 years of her life.
A
native Parisian, Ms. Geoffroy de Bourgies was the daughter of two
journalists, and a former model and journalist herself. But she quit her
job in 2005 to create Zazakely Sambatra, a nongovernmental organization that helps children in Madagascar.
Manuel Colaço Dias, a retired chauffeur, still took pleasure in
accepting the occasional driving job, and some clients continued to
request him by name. Friday, Nov. 13, was just such an occasion. An avid
soccer enthusiast, he had agreed to drive a minivan full of fans to Paris from Reims to watch France play Germany — a four-hour round trip.
Not long after dropping his clients off at the Stade de France, Mr. Dias became the sole victim of the attacks nearby.
Matthieu Giroud was a professor of geography at the University of
Marne-la-Vallée. He and his girlfriend, Aurélie Silvestre, had a
3-year-old son, Gary, and a baby girl expected in March.
He had the charisma to be the lead singer in the rock band he played with, his friends said, but he chose to play the bass — to be the quiet guy in the back.
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Nohemi Gonzalez, 23, was an industrial design student at California
State University, Long Beach. She was studying abroad in Paris when she
was killed in the terrorist attacks on Nov. 13.
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Video by
By ERIK OLSEN
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Publish Date
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For Nohemi Gonzalez, a bubbly and determined first-generation
Mexican-American from California, studying industrial design in Paris
was the culmination of a dream.
Photo
Hodda Saadi was the manager of La Belle Équipe.
Credit
Abdullah Saadi
Two weeks after the Nov. 13 attacks, which left 130 people dead, the
multicultural band of friends and colleagues who spent their time at La
Belle Équipe are trying to rebuild their lives. But it is a wrenching
task made all the more difficult by the fact that so many of the victims were intimately connected.
Photo
Amine Ibnolmobarak, a native of Morocco who was living in Paris, helped
found New South, an association to promote architectural and urban
research.
Credit
Pierre Seron/New South
Amine Ibnolmobarak, a native of Morocco, and his French wife, Maya Nemeta, were married about 18 months ago.
They
met as architecture students in Paris, where they stood out for their
talent and their activism, friends and former teachers said.
Mr. Ibnolmobarak was killed in the attacks, while Ms. Nemeta survived.
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Pierre Innocenti, left, and Stéphane Albertini at their restaurant in Neuilly-sur-Seine, in a photo taken by Ombeline Le Gendre.
Credit
The New York Times
The cousins Pierre Innocenti and Stéphane Albertini were enjoying a rare Friday night out at the Bataclan concert hall with some friends.
Normally,
the two men, along with Mr. Innocenti’s younger brother, Charles, were
working Friday nights at a popular Italian restaurant in the Paris
suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine, which has been owned by members of their
extended family for three generations.
Photo
Guillaume Le Dramp in a photograph provided by his family.
Guillaume Le Dramp had taken the night off
from his job to attend a birthday party at La Belle Équipe bistro. He
died there, along with 18 others. His friends described him as a bon
vivant with a sharp wit and a wry sense of humor.
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Matthieu Mauduit lost his brother, Cédric, in the terrorist attack on
the Bataclan on Nov. 13. Now he has an unconventional plan to honor his
memory.
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Video by
By SPENCER WOLFF and YASMINE CANGA-VALLES
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Publish Date
November 24, 2015
Cédric Mauduit lived for rock ’n’ roll and Clint Eastwood movies.
On Nov. 13, he headed from his home in Lower Normandy to Paris to see
the Eagles of Death Metal — one more rock ’n’ roll road trip in a
lifetime of them. He was surrounded by four close friends when the
assailants started shooting.
He was a financial auditor and
father of two, and his passion for music had led him to open a small
concert venue, Le Normandy, near his hometown in a building that housed a
carousel from 1810. It still hosts festivals and performances by
independent musicians.
Of the 130 people killed in the Paris attacks, most died at the Bataclan concert hall. Hélène Muyal-Leiris, a wife and the mother of a young son, had been attending the rock concert there.
After
her death, her husband, Antoine Leiris, posted a tribute to his wife on
Facebook, saying he would not allow his grief to turn into hatred.
Photo
Kheir Eddine Sahbi in 2009 at a rehearsal in Algeria.
Credit
Meriem Laribi
Kheir Eddine Sahbi, or “Didine,” as his family called him, was
returning home when he was struck by a bullet in front of the Casa
Nostra restaurant on Nov. 13. A violinist from Algeria, he had been in France for only a year, pursuing music. He was finishing a degree in ethnomusicology at Sorbonne University.
Photo
A portrait of Fabian Stech, created by Romano Rossi, a former student at
the school in Dijon, France, where Mr. Stech taught German.
Credit
Romano Rossi
Fabian Stech, a critic and teacher at a private school in Dijon,
France, was a regular at exhibitions and art fairs throughout Europe. On
Nov. 13, he was in Paris to see the Eagles of Death Metal at the
Bataclan. Mr. Stech lost his life after gunmen stormed into the venue and fired into the crowd. Mr. Stech was the second German known to have died in the Paris attacks.
A graphic designer from the Paris suburb of Clichy, Éric Thomé was an effusive rock and electronic music fan
who enjoyed discovering new artists and songs, friends said. He died,
along with more than 80 other music fans, in the attack on the Bataclan.
He was also a film buff and a self-taught photographer whose images had recently begun to attract critical attention.
