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This book is different from many others before it that usually recite the causes and effects of perpetual poverty in Liberia and other developing countries. This book, however, offers a new Vision of Unity, Peace, Equality, Fairness, Justice, Hope, Opportunity and Prosperity for all the People of the Republic. As Liberia reaches 185 years since its founding and 160 years of Independence, the time is now for each and every Liberian to fill our hearts and minds with Positive Patriotism anchored by Love for God, Love for Ourselves as Liberians, Love for Liberia and Love for each and every fellow Liberian. This vision is a Vision of Positive Patriotism. With a new Vision of Positive Patriotism, the book implores Liberians to embark on building a New Foundation for our beloved Republic since the foundation that was built in 1822 has been destroyed and/or is obsolete. The land, Liberia, is blessed with abundant natural resources such as gold, diamonds, iron ore, rubber and timber and the necessary manpower. This book lays out strategies on how Liberians can protect, unify and professionally manage our country; marshal and develop our country's human capital, financial capital and natural resources; build new inclusive permanent functional institutions, eliminate corruption, create jobs for the 85% of Liberians that are unemployed today and bring about the rapid economic and social development of the Republic of Liberia. Equally important, the pages of this book offer practical strategies and step-by-step implementation guides that will make the new Vision a reality and lift Liberia out of the deep valley of poverty to the great heights of prosperity! With God's help and Liberian's hard work, we can turn Liberia into a Miracle on the Atlantic Coast in less than twenty years. Finally, the strategies in this book when applied carefully can work to lift any developing country and/or country coming out of civil conflict from extreme poverty to unprecedented prosperity.
This beautifully illustrated panoramic souvenir captures the essence of the glamorous Gold Coast and its hinterland and national park surrounds.
Marshall McKann followed his wife and her friend Mrs. Post down the aisle and up the steps to the stage of the Carnegie Music Hall with an ill-concealed feeling of grievance. Heaven knew he never went to concerts, and to be mounted upon the stage in this fashion, as if he were a "highbrow" from Sewickley, or some unfortunate with a musical wife, was ludicrous. A man went to concerts when he was courting, while he was a junior partner. When he became a person of substance he stopped that sort of nonsense. His wife, too, was a sensible person, the daughter of an old Pittsburgh family as solid and well-rooted as the McKanns. She would never have bothered him about this concert had not the meddlesome Mrs. Post arrived to pay her a visit. Mrs. Post was an old school friend of Mrs. McKann, and because she lived in Cincinnati she was always keeping up with the world and talking about things in which no one else was interested, music among them. She was an aggressive lady, with weighty opinions, and a deep voice like a jovial bassoon. She had arrived only last night, and at dinner she brought it out that she could on no account miss Kitty Ayrshire's recital; it was, she said, the sort of thing no one could afford to miss. When McKann went into town in the morning he found that every seat in the music-hall was sold. He telephoned his wife to that effect, and, thinking he had settled the matter, made his reservation on the 11.25 train for New York. He was unable to get a drawing-room because this same Kitty Ayrshire had taken the last one. He had not intended going to New York until the following week, but he preferred to be absent during Mrs. Post's incumbency. In the middle of the morning, when he was deep in his correspondence, his wife called him up to say the enterprising Mrs. Post had telephoned some musical friends in Sewickley and had found that two hundred folding-chairs were to be placed on the stage of the concert-hall, behind the piano, and that they would be on sale at noon. Would he please get seats in the front row? McKann asked if they would not excuse him, since he was going over to New York on the late train, would be tired, and would not have time to dress, etc. No, not at all. It would be foolish for two women to trail up to the stage unattended. Mrs. Post's husband always accompanied her to concerts, and she expected that much attention from her host. He needn't dress, and he could take a taxi from the concert-hall to the East Liberty station. The outcome of it all was that, though his bag was at the station, here was McKann, in the worst possible humour, facing the large audience to which he was well known, and sitting among a lot of music students and excitable old maids. Only the desperately zealous or the morbidly curious would endure two hours in those wooden chairs, and he sat in the front row of this hectic body, somehow made a party to a transaction for which he had the utmost contempt. When McKann had been in Paris, Kitty Ayrshire was singing at the Comique, and he wouldn't go to hear her-even there, where one found so little that was better to do. She was too much talked about, too much advertised; always being thrust in an American's face as if she were something to be proud of. Perfumes and petticoats and cutlets were named for her. Some one had pointed Kitty out to him one afternoon when she was driving in the Bois with a French composer-old enough, he judged, to be her father-who was said to be infatuated, carried away by her. McKann was told that this was one of the historic passions of old age. He had looked at her on that occasion, but she was so befrilled and befeathered that he caught nothing but a graceful outline and a small, dark head above a white ostrich boa. He had noted with disgust, however, the stooped shoulders and white imperial of the silk-hatted man beside her, and the senescent line of his back.
The author of "Sudden Death: God's Overtime," the powerful true story about his recovery from sudden cardiac death, and "Higher Call," Jacob Bembry has lived a life with curves in the road. Like a roller coaster, it has been filled with ups and downs, but he still has faith because he trusts in the Lord Jesus Christ. With humor and wit, as well as heartfelt and tender emotion, he shares some of the joys and sorrows with his readers. Many of the stories have been culled from his "Jacob's Ladder" newspaper column.
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