Edmund, a homework partner in many of my engineering classes at Embry-Riddle, got married today. I had the privilege of being there.
He graduated a year ahead of me, and–providentially–landed a nice job at an Air Force base in Georgia. Right before the hiring freeze kicked in. Like me, he’s also a Christian.
For his post-collegiate years, his experiences with the opposite sex had been like mine: (a) the pool of available women was very shallow, and (b) those whom he chased did not want him.
A year or so ago, he met a gal who worked on base: Allison. She’s a very bright person, very traditional-values oriented. Very good-looking. They fell for each other.
I don’t know Allison personally, but–from my conversations with her family, and the people from the church who knew both of them–I’d say Edmund landed an oustanding catch.
Allison also landed a great catch.
She needs to thank all those gals who turned him down before her.
Never trust a lawyer who runs for office on an anti-corruption platform. I don’t care what party he or she represents.
for people who prey on Christians for their own personal gain. These crooks often go to churches–usually medium or large churches, because of the number of “prospects”–and target families that are of little means, and the middle-class. Some of the families have issues with materialism themselves, while others are in debt and looking for means to get out of debt. To such families, the prospect of making money in a multi-level marketing (MLM) or a high-return passive investing scheme has a certain appeal.
I know a family who was nearly bankrupted last year by the Wealth Pools scam, which was a Ponzi scheme with a product thrown in as part of an effort to mask its corruption. That same family was devastated a few years ago in Amway/Quixtar, when their upline took their downline–and hence their cash flow–away from them.
When people try to recruit me, I always give a very stern answer: NO.
If they try to pursue it further, I add some terms that–if repeated here–would adversely affect my cuss-o-meter score.
If I see those snake oilmen in my church, I will not be nice. At all.