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Editorials I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.” - Voltaire True Love Ryan Schultes When one reads those words that moment. It was not the above, automatically we think metaphysical unionoftwo souls, nor about ourselves, maybe not directly the aesthetic “puppy love” one finds but indirectly. Some would argue in relationships here on campus. It that the concept behind this phrase is not bom of an individual, nor doesn’t exist. Some may believe through individualistic sexual or they have found “true love” in their emotional satisfactions. It is found relationshipwithanother. Somemay within the context of helping the even go as far as to argue about the helpless. It is found in the unselfish metaphysical qualities associated sacrifice of life to protect those behind this concept. Yet, 1 wonder around you. It is found in the how many of us have actually foxmd sacrifice that mother made of her or believed in “true love” under body to protect her infant baby individualistic false pretenses? fi'om instant death at the hands of What follows is my account of an evil and blood thirsty militia. I “true love”, where 1 found it, how felt “true love” spring fourth within I found it, and what it means to me. me as tears began to slowly trickle My journeys in the military down my face upon receiving the gave me the ability to travel the gratitude presented to me by that world, visit countries most of us faint smile the mother gave me. wouldn’t even consider visiting, “True love” can be found. It and 1 dare say some countries few can be found in the selfless sacrifices of us would find hard to point to on many people make each day for a map! Throughout those travels 1 another. It can be found in helping always made it a point to find “real” those who can’t help themselves, people and to avoid the usual tourist It can be found inscribed upon the traps and big cities. By doing this I headstones in Arlington National subjected myself to a reality most of Cemetery. It can be found in each us can’t even fathom, a reality that and every person who reads this would literally kill us, or at least short article. It can be found by have us begging for death. 1 have those who wear the uniform of seen it, witnessed it with my own our Nation’s armed services who eyes, and it has forever plagued answer the call ol duty, and give me, haunted me, and left me in the ultimate sacrifice of “true love”, despair. Those realities consist of their life. Thousands of people give many putrid, unforgettable scenes, their lives for “true love”. They give Scenes ofhorrific starvation, of mass it fi'eely, without remorse, regret, murder, mutilations of humanity or indifference towards you or I. in unspeakable proportions, yet, through this horror, 1 found “true love”. I found “true love” through the commitment of a starving mother standing naked in an alleyway of rubble that used to be her house. Before her, lying in a crimson pool of flesh and blood, her 14-year-old son and husband’s mangled and tom bodies. There she stood, with no dignity, fleshly raped and left for dead, her infant baby cradled in her arms unable to cry due to massive dehydration, trying in vain to suckle the mother’s breast. Upon my approach towards her she began to cry. Not tears of sadness, or pain, or of despair, but those of joy; tears of joy due to the flag that was sewn on the sleeve of my uniform, tears of joy due to the extended hand offered to her and with it a clean bottle of water, a warm blanket, and a small pouch of food. However, concealed behind those ofiferings was the feeling of “tme love”, the instant heart contorting emotion of seeing those tears and a faint smile through the ugliness that surrounded her. 1 found “true love in Are We Becoming Too Lazy? Let the Dialouges Begin Bonnie Riehl On Thursday we discussed is only a microcosm, a glimpse a myriad of topics, none of them into the future of society as a laving to do with the politics of food, whole, unless something is done We talked about whether college about it now. There are those freshmen now were more crass, rude who are trying to buck the trend, and less polite than freshmen of 4 years Howard Reichner says hello ago. My opinion is that this is a flawed to almost everyone he passes question and thus, a flawed argument, when he travels across the lake Why? Because whether we realize it on foot. Other students who’ve or not, we grow up quicker than we been here longer and don’t own think. Even having survived freshman iPods or at least listen to them year is enough to cause some formerly non-stop say hi to their friends ‘wild’ freshmen to change their ways they see on the Causewalk. The sophomore year. Thus, the saying tellers at the Wachovia Bank rings true: “A year older, a year wiser.” just oft' campus make a point to While I am not excusing the behavior leam the names of all of their of the freshmen here at SAPC by any college customers. Go in there means, I do offer this bit of possible often enough and they start to explanation for their behavior. These recognize your face and ask freshmen just graduated high school about how things are with you. 6 months ago. They spent roughly 9 But this is not enough. No, this is months (senior year) having the idea not near enough. But it is a start. drilled into them that they are on the top of the heap, they rule the school, pardon the cheesy expression. They think, as teenagers are wont to think, that they know everything and that they C£in teach their professors and everyone older than them a thing or ■jA A two. What do4K>t re»Vize-«-that . high school is over and college has begun. This means back to the bottom of the pile for the freshmen, time to work their way up to the top. What the freshmen also do not realize is that life is exactly the same way: a constant cycle of rising to the top only to fall to the bottom of a new and better pile. We also discussed whether or not we are becoming lazier than ever as a society. What with cell phones that take pictures, send email, instant message, play music and organize day-to-day life; printers that scan, fax and copy documents; computers that browse the intemet, bum CDs and DVDs, play music and video, word process, instant message, create presentations and play games; who needs to go outside anymore? With devices such as these that do everything for us but take out the trash, what’s to encourage us to interact with each other as a species? How often now do we see people actually talking to each other as they cross the lake, either to or from class? How often do we see people on their cell phones, plugged into their iPods, or both or more? We have become as a school a society of individuals it seems. Group projects get divvied up between all the members of the group, with each person taking a section to go off and complete on their own. People drive their cars to and from class just because they don’t feel like walking. How often do people carpool to class? Hardly ever, unless they’re coming from the barn. And this school society opinions expressed on this page do not reflect those of The Lance or St. Andrews Presbyterian College**********
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