|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
would call and wait, and if not here, then surely in the fullness of
time which is eternity the call would be answered.
In October Sara Lee took charge again of the little house. Mrs. Cameron
went back to England, but not until the Traverses' plan had been
revealed. They would support the little house, as a memorial to the son
who had died. It was, Mrs. Travers wrote, the finest tribute they could
offer to his memory, that night after night tired and ill and wounded
men might find sanctuary, even for a little time, under her care.
Luxuries began to come across the channel, food and dressings and tobacco.
Knitted things, too; for another winter was coming, and already the frost
lay white on the fields in the mornings. The little house took on a new
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle:
morning than many of the others.
After the meal was ended, the Prince rose. "The boat is ready at
the stairs," said he; "if thou wouldst go to the Tower to visit
thy father, Myles, before hearing mass, I and Cholmondeley and
Vere and Poins will go with thee, if ye, Lords and gentlemen,
will grant me your pardon for leaving you. Are there any others
that thou wouldst have accompany thee?"
"I would have Sir James Lee and my squire, Master Gascoyne, if
thou art so pleased to give them leave to go," answered Myles.
"So be it," said the Prince. "We will stop at Mackworth stairs
for the knight."
Men of Iron
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer Abroad by Mark Twain:
as it was.
When we woke up next morning we was feeling a
little cheerfuller, and had had a most powerful good
sleep, because sand is the comfortablest bed there is,
and I don't see why people that can afford it don't
have it more. And it's terrible good ballast, too; I
never see the balloon so steady before.
Tom allowed we had twenty tons of it, and wondered
what we better do with it; it was good sand, and it
didn't seem good sense to throw it away. Jim says:
"Mars Tom, can't we tote it back home en sell it?