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Devil’s Advocate – Peata Riley

I am incredulous that we are having this conversation. I can’t believe that Q thinks that carrying open – carrying your gun so it is visible to others – is a good idea. I’m disappointed.

“But why would you want to scare people like that, Q?” I ask. “It doesn’t make sense to open carry.”

“It doesn’t make sense that people should fear a gun just because they can see it,” Q says. “It makes more sense that people would fear what they can not see, a monster under the bed, for instance, or a gun in someone’s bag.”

“That’s the point, Q. People are generally afraid of guns because of the power a gun has in the hands of an ill-intent person,” I say. “People see a gun and fear that something bad will happen.
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Empowerment Through Practice – Peata Riley

“Load five rounds into your magazine, Peata,” says Q.

I’m nervous, but I’m confident. Q taught me everything I need to know, so now is the time to put it all together. I load five rounds and wait for Q’s next command.

“Load, “ says Q.

I pick up my gun with my strong hand (right) and settle the v of my hand high into the back strap. My fingers wrap firmly around the pistol grip and I point my finger up and off from the trigger. I load the magazine into the magazine well.

 
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Peata Riley

I lived my entire young life in one hamlet. It was a good place to grow up, but I did not want to spend the rest of my life there. As other kids contemplated what public servant role they would support in the hamlet when they turned 18, I dreamed of traveling far away from my home.

I wanted to explore what was beyond the borders of places I had not yet heard. I wanted to meet new people, experience new things and learn all there was to learn about living outside the safety of one hamlet.

On my 18th birthday, I packed my knapsack and bedroll, said goodbye to my family and left the hamlet. It was a beautiful day and I was full of naiveness.
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A Piece of History

As I traveled the highways of this country, I’ve rarely seen more than a hundred people in one location; more than a thousand would be staggering to see, let alone a million. I once read that the population of the United States in early 2014 was 317.8 million people.

Throughout history millions of people traveled this country. They rode in automobiles, trains, airplanes and a host of other modern modes of transportation, most of which I’ve never seen – nor will I ever. What was once considered modern convenience, are now rusted hulks of the past that lurk in the minds of the old – but of which the young have no recollection.

I know these things because I learned to read when I was young – not everyone was as fortunate as I. When time allows, I seek out what I refer to as an information hub – a place where books are stored and people gathered to learn and study. Some information hubs are in surprisingly good condition; their contents are in tact, and information is still readable. It’s amazing what I’ve learned.

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A Hypothesis

I recently spoke to a colleague at work about looking for new employment. We were discussing resume content and what we’ve learned over the years. Tom shared a hypothesis that surprised me on one hand, but made complete sense on the other.

His hypothesis was that for many years employers wanted to see numbers as a benchmark in a resume. For instance, Tom managed a number of people in a particular section and those people contributed to the section’s output by a certain percentage. The idea was that the output was intended to grow for the time that Tom was in the position. This thought process is very quantitative in nature. Tom proposed a question similarly to Wheatley’s question, “But are measures and numbers the right pursuit?” (Wheatley, pg. 1)
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