| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: She had not for long played with those many little girls in all
sorts of clothes, and with larger girls, and with boys,--some with
short-striped-stocking-legs and some with long-striped-stocking-
legs,--before she heard one child say: ``Mama says she will take me
to Sweet Fern Cave to-morrow.''
Or perhaps it was another child who said: ``Mama won't let me wade
in the branch.''
Or another child said: ``Mama says I can have a party for all the
little girls and boys on the mountain next Friday!''
Then another little child said: ``My Mama has made me a beautiful
pink dress, and I will wear that to your party.''
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: him of gain, nor to perpetrate any act of unfaithfulness or malice in
any bargain or trade, but faithfully to preserve his property for him,
to secure and promote his advantage, especially when one accepts money,
wages, and one's livelihood for such service.
He now who wantonly despises this may indeed pass along and escape the
hangman, but he shall not escape the wrath and punishment of God; and
when he has long practiced his defiance and arrogance, he shall yet
remain a tramp and beggar, and, in addition, have all plagues and
misfortune. Now you are going your way [wherever your heart's pleasure
calls you] while you ought to preserve the property of your master and
mistress, for which service you fill your crop and maw, take your wages
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: double-barrelled shot-gun, which stood handy. But when his eyes
lit on the intruder's face, he staggered back dizzily. IT WAS THE
FACE OF THE MAN WITH THE GASH!
The man looked at him curiously.
"Oh, that's all right," he said, waving his hand deprecatingly.
"You needn't think as I'll 'arm you or your blasted dust.
"You're a rum 'un, you are," he added reflectively, as he watched
the sweat pouring from off Kent's face and the quavering of his
knees.
"W'y don't you pipe up an' say somethin'?" he went on, as the
other struggled for breath. "Wot's gone wrong o' your gaff?
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