| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Collected Articles by Frederick Douglass: three and forty years ago, the place was not entirely free from
race and color prejudice. The good influence of the Roaches,
Rodmans, Arnolds, Grinnells, and Robesons did not pervade all
classes of its people. The test of the real civilization of the
community came when I applied for work at my trade, and then my
repulse was emphatic and decisive. It so happened that Mr. Rodney
French, a wealthy and enterprising citizen, distinguished as an
anti-slavery man, was fitting out a vessel for a whaling voyage,
upon which there was a heavy job of calking and coppering to be
done. I had some skill in both branches, and applied to Mr. French
for work. He, generous man that he was, told me he would employ
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: Consent to Diana's accompanying her in this condition she could not;
ride on alone to Mr. Wilding's house was hardly to be thought of, and
yet if she delayed she was endangering Richard's life. By the very
strength of her nature she was caught in the mesh of Diana's scheme.
She saw that her hesitation was unworthy. This was no ordinary cause,
no ordinary occasion. It was a time for heroic measures. She must
ride on, nor could she consent to take Diana.
And so in the end she went, having seen her cousin settled again in
the high chair, and took with her Diana's feeble assurances that she
would follow her in a few moments, as soon as her faintness passed.
CHAPTER IV
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: vision of gallant Bucky being led to his death that crumpled her
courage as a hammer might an empty egg shell. What was the use of
her pretending all was well when at that very moment they might
be murdering him? Then in her agony she would pace up and down,
wringing her hands, or would beat them on the stone walls till
the soft flesh was bruised and bleeding.
It was in the reaction, after one of these paroxysms of despair,
that in her groping for an anchor to make fast her courage she
thought of his letter.
"He said in three hours I was to read it if he didn't come back.
It must be more than three hours now," she said aloud to herself,
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