|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy:
to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. . .and let
every other power know that this hemisphere intends to remain the master
of its own house.
To that world assembly of sovereign states: the United Nations. . .
our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war
have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge
of support. . .to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for
invective. . .to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak. . .
and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run.
Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversaries,
we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
my love-making, and if he would not wait I could find a means to
make him do so. Not twenty paces from us the horse stood cropping
the grass. I went to him and undid his bridle rein, and with it
fastened the Spaniard to a small wayside tree as best I was able.
'Now, here you stay,' I said, 'till I am ready to fetch you;' and I
turned to go.
But as I went a great doubt took me, and once more I remembered my
mother's fear, and how my father had ridden in haste to Yarmouth on
business about a Spaniard. Now to-day a Spaniard had wandered to
Ditchingham, and when he learned my name had fallen upon me madly
trying to kill me. Was not this the man whom my mother feared, and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
his ship lost--above all, his brother lost.
Lost! O God, how should he find his brother?
Some strange bird out of the woods made mournful answer--"Never,
How should he face his mother?
"Never, never, never!" wailed the bird again; and Amyas smiled
bitterly, and said "Never!" likewise.
The night mist began to steam and wreathe upon the foul beer-
colored stream. The loathy floor of liquid mud lay bare beneath
the mangrove forest. Upon the endless web of interarching roots
great purple crabs were crawling up and down. They would have