A Brash Dream of Hankering for Security

One of the biggest desires one has to achieve is security. A person has a lot of dreams but one of the most justified and innate of them is getting security. Insecurities are the root cause of anxieties, panic attacks and depression. The insecurities of job or losing someone special are the most common type of insecurities. Financial security is one dream that one strives hard to achieve. People in India work very hard to get a government job, though the salaries might not be very attractive in the government sector still many strive for it. Their motivation is job security. Throughout mankind we have given lot of importance to security at various aspects of life. Security is a highly pervasive term. Even the nation spends billions of dollars in defense equipment to secure the nation.

In a major survey, many respondents were interviewed and were asked, what their biggest goals were, amongst their goals achieving financial security featured in the list of many respondents. The need for security is very natural because its only when you are secured you can put your energies on positive things. That is why all investment professional aggressively emphasize their clients to have life insurance plans in their kitty. Your family deserves the immunity against financial hazards arising from your unfortunate and untimely death. Let’s be honest to ourselves, deep inside we know that life is very unpredictable and we feel chills down to our spine when we hear some of our known person dying untimely without financial cover. Let’s be clear on this, anybody can die anytime, that’s the hard fact that needs to be accepted. Why leave our beloved family unprotected, it is good if you don’t die and live a long and fulfilling life but the consequences of dying without financial cover while still, the whole family depends on your earnings is an enormous risk. Are you willing to take this gamble?

The argument is why to take that gamble when at very affordable premiums you can shun this threat from your life forever? True, that if you survive the term of the policy the premium paid by you goes down the drain, especially if we are talking about a term plan but then we also pay for salary of a watchman irrespective of whether thieves try to rob our place or not. A term insurance plan is like a watchman that protects your family from financial mess in case your death tries to rob them of your income. The premium paid by you is like the salary of that watchman who still gets paid irrespective of robbery attempts. Having that watchman provides you that sense of security and peace that you are happy to shell out money and you don’t think of it an unnecessary expense.

It is very shocking that very few people in India have a life cover for themselves, even though the government also promotes it by giving tax benefits under section 80C for investing in life insurance. In western countries people are very particular about these things, the mindset of people here should change and they should take things in their hand. There is no pride in playing victims to circumstances and blaming all things on government. Some things are in our hand to avoid getting our family getting financially wretched. Think positively and plan wisely to make that dream of financial security true!

There are many comparison websites today which gives good and relevant information on various insurance plans from different companies. One of them is https://www.easypolicy.com. You can get live quotations on term insurance plans with telephonic assistance from their team.

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Did Someone Just Hack My Thermometer?

I do not like to complain (except on certain occasions when nobody is listening) but I am not too happy with the weather these days. I have never felt so cold before.

Is it true that the older you get, the less cold temperature you can stand?

If it is not true, it sure is true with me. The older I get, the colder I get and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. After all, how many sweaters can you wear at one time?

The other day as I looked at my thermometer I saw it had dipped below my meteorological expectation. I tried breathing on the thermometer to see if I could get the temperature to rise a little bit. And, because I have such hot breath, I was able to raise the temperature quite a bit, but as soon as I stop breathing, it plunged back to its depth.

It seems that when I look at the thermometer and the temperature is low I feel cold. On the other hand, when the temperature is high, I feel warm. I almost said hot, but the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage corrected me on that once. I may feel hot, but, according to her, I sure do not look hot and the mirror in my bathroom collaborates with her opinion.

So, I am wondering if the temperature has anything to do with my thermometer. If someone, perchance, could manipulate my thermometer they could manipulate whether I am hot or cold.

Then a thought hit me square in the face.

All during last year, I heard how the Russians allegedly hacked into emails. I never really paid that much attention to the stories, but now, I am thinking a little bit different about that.

Anybody who wants to can hack into my emails because I have such a boring life that they probably would shoot themselves. However, what if they were able to hack into my thermometer? That is the $64,000 question!

I confess that I am not very savvy when it comes to technology. I can barely manage my emails; so, when it comes to technology I am as vulnerable as anybody else.

I am certainly not afraid of somebody hacking into my banking account because they would find it completely empty. Thinking about that, maybe somebody is hacking into my banking account and taking out all my money. If somebody is, I do not imagine it is I. Maybe I should have a talk with my banker just to see if anything fishy is going on.

A couple of weeks ago when my wife wanted to use her bank credit card it was declined. She contacted her bank and found out someone did hack into her account and bought something for $2500 out on the West Coast.

What bothered me was, I did not know she had that much money in her account. Maybe I ought to look into what it takes to hack into somebody’s banking account!

Anyway, the bank took care of it and she was not on the hook for that money.

This only proves if anybody wants to hack into somebody’s bank account, they would pick her over me for certain.

However, what if these Russians, or whoever they are, are able to hack into my thermometer? What if they are able to hack in and manipulate my thermometer to make it look colder than it really is?

If this is true, where do I go to report it?

What sorry soul would do something like this?

This has been worrying me for over a week now and I am as chilly today as I was when I first started worrying about this. Why can’t they hack into my thermometer and raise the temperature so that I feel warmer?

Out of deep frustration, I presented my theory to my wife, hoping she would have a little bit of sympathy for me.

“Are you,” she said sarcastically, “really that crazy? Why in the world would you ever think that somebody could hack into your thermometer?” Then she threw one of her sarcastic smiles at me and went back to the kitchen.

I was still in my chair thinking about all that. What if I am crazy? Is that so bad? From my point of view, crazy people are the only people that do not know they are crazy. Maybe I really am crazy. But if I am crazy, to paraphrase one old philosopher, I am in good company. Those crazy people really make a difference in this world.

Think of Thomas Edison when he told someone he was going to invent the electric light bulb. I wonder how many people thought he was crazy?

Can you imagine what his wife must have said? “Oh, Tommy, what in the world does anybody want with an electric light bulb? That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

If Thomas Edison was crazy, I sure am happy to join his ranks. And there are other crazy people all through history.

My problem, like many people, I judge things by their appearance, and, as we all know, appearances can be deceiving.

I think a good word from Jesus helps me out here. “Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment” (John 7:24).

Appearances can be deceiving because sometimes what I am looking at is not exactly what I am seeing.

The Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of the Family of God Fellowship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Silver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or e-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. The church web site is http://www.whatafellowship.com.

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Seven Powerful Reasons You Should Wear a Pink Hat (and Take a Stand in Other Ways)

Time Magazine’s cover for its February 8th issue is a single, pink, knitted hat with the words “The Resistance Rises” written above it. An estimated 500,000 women wore pink hats at the Women’s March in Washington on January 21, 2017. The hat has become an iconic symbol of resistance. Here are eight powerful reasons why you should wear a pink hat (and take a stand against gender and race discrimination in other ways).

1. We are on the “bleeding edge” of changing gender roles. So much has changed and yet so much remains stuck in the nostalgia of another era. Many workplace laws were written in 1938 when the world was a different place with tax policies that favoured breadwinner-homemaker family models. (Brigid Schulte, author of Overwhelmed: Work, Love, and Play When No One Has the Time)

2. The hard-won rights for women and girls that many of us now take for granted could be snatched away. Culturally, those rights are very shallowly embedded. They haven’t been around that long, historically, and they are not fervently believed in by everyone in the culture. (Margaret Atwood, Canadian poet, novelist, and essayist)

3. We’re in new historical territory… Many millions of horrified Americans are starting to grasp that we can’t politely stand by watching families, lands and liberties get slashed beyond repair… politeness is no substitute for morality, and won’t save us in the end. We only get to decide who we are. As a writer and a person my bedrock is perennial hope for a better world than this one… (Barbara Kingsolver, American novelist, essayist, and poet, in an op-ed piece published in The Guardian)

4. We are here and around the world for a deep democracy that says we will not be quiet, we will not be controlled, we will work for a world in which all countries are connected. God may be in the details, but the goddess is in connections. We are at one with each other. We are looking at each other, not up. No more asking daddy. (Gloria Steinem at the Women’s March in Washington)

5. The Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives (CCPA) says that based on the small incremental changes Canada has made in gender equality at the senior management level over the last 20 years, it will take 228 years to close the gender gap in Canada. (I don’t know what the data is in the U.S. but it’s likely similar.)

6. A 2015 study from LeanIn.Org and McKinsey & Company looked at data on promotion and attrition rates (as well as other aspects) in 118 different companies. Researchers found that across all organizational levels women are 15% less likely than men to get promoted. Women are also at least nine times more likely than men to say they do more childcare and at least for times more likely to say they do more chores at home. Black, Hispanic, and Asian women are 43% more interested in becoming a top executive than white women and 16% more interested than white men, but in a 2016 “Women in the Workplace” study, researchers found that only 3 percent of those occupying the C-Suite are women of colour.

7. Women face sexual harassment in the workplace and they encounter difficulties when they come forward. For each woman who complains, there are still many more women who have left jobs, been demoted, or continue to be abused or harassed in the work place. (Sasha Patterson, author of Chasing Justice, Challenging Power: Legal Consciousness and the Mobilization of Sexual Harassment Law)

After working in education for 28 years, I have concluded that there is no such thing as a meritocracy, there is no level playing field for women when it comes to getting promoted to senior leadership positions, and the glass ceiling is alive and well in North America and in other parts of the world. Gender equality has not been fully achieved and women’s rights initiatives and quotas are totally relevant and even necessary in today’s world.

Studies have identified that common barriers to women who attempt to achieve senior leadership positions are traditional, patriarchal cultures, and perceived male dominance of management, but no uniform “glass” or “concrete” ceilings emerge because they are not consistent across societies or cultures, nor are they homogenous within each society or culture.

The barriers experienced by women are determined by cultural and religious beliefs and values, psychological dimensions, socio-economic and political factors.

Debbie L. Kasman is author of the book Lotus of the Heart: Reshaping the Human and Collective Soul, and she blogs weekly about topics that pertain to spirituality, education and female leadership.

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Reasons Why You Need to Develop Emotional Maturity

Does crying or outbursts of anger help in any situation? Then why do we always find ourselves in these emotional traps? This article explains the need to develop emotional maturity.

Emotional maturity means you do not show your tears or anger to the public but can maintain a healthy appearance, soul and being in your outside world. It takes a little time to develop these traits. But once you have done so, you project more charisma and attraction towards others.

Not only that, people think that you are not so vulnerable and do not try to attack you in any way. You are safe. Dealing with everything rationally, coolly, logically and systematically, you rise up the ladder of success fast and people let you stay at the top for being the kind of person you have always been.

While people in your organization know you the kind of person you are with emotional maturity, you can spread the word around you about how you have developed into this kind of person and your personal success by writing and expressing them neatly and orderly in a kind of book and sell it on Amazon. That way more people will know your secrets and try to emulate you and consider you their idol.

A person’s contribution to the world knows no bounds. Keep looking for ways to better yourself even more every single day and more and more people will like you for the emotional stability you exhibit. People will feel comfortable talking with you and your opportunities for partnering with other organizations and companies will be more before you find yourself becoming a billionaire. (I am not kidding!)

However, don’t let abundance and prosperity wreck your character and personality. It took a while to establish yourself. Now that you have all the success, donate to charity and be good to the people around you including your family members and strangers.

Emotional maturity, as you can see, takes a while to develop but once you have mastered it, the promises of opportunities taking you higher up the ladder of success are golden. So why be teary or exhibit temper in any situation? Just unravel publicly your strong image of emotional stability and people will adore you.

You can always drain your emotions privately by weeping quietly or writing everything down angrily in your journal at home until you have purged out all your emotions.

Therefore, exhibiting emotional maturity in public and draining your emotions privately are equally important. So I recommend you learn both the traits and exercise them full-fledged all the time.

Rosina S Khan has authored this article, highlighting why you need to develop emotional maturity and how it helps you in countless ways.

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I Was a Female Drug Testing Chaperone

I have been in toilets all over Auckland with half-naked women.

No, this is not about sex; this is about drugs. In sport. And thanks to Lance Armstrong, everyone knows about drugs in sport and drug testing, but you may not have realised that some drug testing involves testing urine. And I have done this for a job.

Now you’re asking, who would want to do a job that entails watching people pee – isn’t it a bit icky? Well, aside from the obvious answer – people who love ‘water sports’ (boom tish) – it’s usually only sports nuts or people who are desperate for funds. I fell into the latter category.

In 2001 I had moved to Auckland but didn’t yet have a job, so a friend who was already working in drug testing suggested I try working as a chaperone – the person who hangs out with the athlete and actually gets them to produce the sample. I was keen to earn some money and only slightly alarmed at being that intimately involved with strangers. Suffice to say, you need to be very comfortable with the human body and its various functions.

Despite being advised that it was quite easy, I found the procedures to be myriad and complex. One missing signature or incorrectly completed form, and a guilty athlete could successfully appeal. I wasn’t saving lives, but I didn’t want to stuff it up. On the other hand, the low pay wasn’t highly motivating and the prospect of, for example, a day out in the back blocks of Auckland watching motor cross riders for $30 was not inviting. Still it was cash and an outing.

Here’s how it worked. Once the event finished and your team leader identified the athlete to be tested, you introduced yourself to them as the chaperone, read them the rules, offered them a bottled drink and advised them they had an hour to present to the testing station. This gave them time to relax, rehydrate and hopefully find themselves ready to give a sample.

After these formalities, the athlete generally ignored you, and you followed them around, trying not to mope or think about wine, until they deigned to let you know they were ready to go. Which could take hours, so: boredom.

You stood alone on the perimeter of their family and friends like the kid who wasn’t picked for the team, feeling ridiculous with your clipboard and cooler bag full of Gatorade. (Although one time I was slightly cheered up by this kid who got confused and asked me for my autograph.)

An hour or so of wandering around, listening to people talk about the finer points of women’s hockey could be mind-numbing, so by the time you got the athlete into the toilet you weren’t even thinking about the extreme intimacy factor, you just wanted them to pee. Immediately!

When you watched an athlete pee, you had to see the urine pass from their body. This was because since the dawn of, well, drug testing, athletes have been figuring out ways to get around it, and one of the ways is to get a container of someone else’s pee and hide it under your clothes.

That’s why you couldn’t let them out of your sight, and also why they had to remove their lower clothes and roll their sleeves up while they peed. So many rules and so many situations where you could not possibly follow the rules! For instance, in a portaloo it was impossible to see someone peeing into a cup when you were jammed up against them, nose to nose. See? Awkward.

Small talk was tricky. I’m sociable, but in these situations the talk generally revolved around how the athlete had performed, how difficult it was to pee on command, how it ‘might be easier if I turned on the tap… maybe if we just kept talking about peeing… ‘. By which time I was usually the only one ready to pee. Meanwhile they squatted over the bowl and I tried not to obviously LOOK, but had to look!

Some athletes would completely strip off, and 2001 being pre the fashion for Brazilians, I saw a lot of pubic hair. Yep, a full Brazilian was pretty astounding in 2001 because I do remember the one girl whose vulva was completely bare. And that was shocking!

However, among all the episodes of chaperoning glamorous but slightly deranged bodybuilders, or hanging out with the NZ Warriors at one of their training sessions, my first job still stands out.

Already nervous about stuffing things up, I was then told it was a Paralympian shooting event, so there were athletes from all over the world with a range of abilities. This was like having sex for the first time and hoping for basic missionary, but being told you’re expected to do a backwards cowgirl with a twist!

I had questions. What to do if the athlete had a catheter and bag? Could I let them just empty the contents into the plastic cup? Or did I have to make them reattach the bag and pee again? There seemed to be endless permutations and combinations and chances for me to say something offensive to a disabled person.

Thankfully I avoided that; my Polish woman was in a wheelchair, had no legs and spoke no English. At the testing station, her English-speaking teammate advised us she was having her period so couldn’t give a sample. The possibilities for embarrassment, not to mention complexity, ratcheted up a couple of notches. Blood in the pee! Noooooo! (It was a good try, but this did not stop a drug test.)

Off we went to the disabled toilet, with my heart sinking. Not only was this already tricky, but I couldn’t even speak to this woman. My ‘small talk super power’ would now be useless.

I watched in amazement as she pulled the chair up to the side of the toilet. She removed her trousers, and then I could see her body ended at the top of her thighs. Still in her underwear, she lifted herself over the side of the chair and onto the side of the toilet seat, with her back to me. This also was against the rules as I was supposed to be able to see what she was doing. But to enforce this rule seemed impossible. She removed her underwear and then the waiting began.

As she shifted on the toilet seat, muttering to herself while trying to get the plastic cup out of the wrapper, I felt helpless. Despite her lack of English though, I chatted quietly and did turn the basin tap on, which made no difference at all. After a very long time, she gave up and we returned to the testing station to wait. But my testing virginity was gone, and I was feeling a little more in control.

Thankfully, her husband turned up and she agreed to try again if he could come with us; he made her feel more comfortable and thankfully he spoke a little English. After a few minutes of chatting to her husband about peeing, drug testing, Poland, Auckland, – anything to ignore the semi-naked woman perched on the toilet – we finally had success.

This was how my first week in Auckland started. In a disabled toilet at a shooting range, watching a woman with no legs pee in a cup, while making small talk with her husband.

Things could only get better.

© Cynthia Smith 2016

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