Crack It Open! Woolly's Season 30

Heart because although it would hurt if broken but could heal, broken neck = death.
Heart - you can survive heartbreak … not necessarily the neck break.
I would risk my heart. Hearts can heal - I know life goes on and sometimes for the better.
Heart. Modern medical technology still has difficulty treating spinal injuries.
Heart. It’s a bigger risk – but also a bigger reward.
I would risk my neck to achieve the risky desire of my heart. Luckily, my wife has secured my future and I can live on the memories of youth vicariously through others.
All life should be a matter of risk taking.
Neck? My heart has been broken so often I’m not sure if it would ever mend again!
Neck, because I have control over that outcome. Risking my heart gives control to someone else.
That's one of the few things worth dying for: heart. No question.
My boyfriend would rather risk his neck.
Heart - more pleasure or potential for pleasure.
The neck. Since the pain of the heart could rattle my brain all the time.
My heart because I was just in a car accident and my neck hurts really badly right now!
Well I think the answer is obvious…who's ever heard of a neck transplant?
Can I risk both together? One seems useless without the other.
Heart - if you die from a broken heart you know you lived first.
My heart. I've already risked my neck. Time for another adventure.
Risk your heart. Spine and neck injuries are expensive. Plus, what good is a lover if you're too ill or dead to see them?

Skiing in France. Collided with another skier, broke clavicle, wrapped pole around shins in fall, then was sued!!!
I don’t know, I got a blood clot, didn’t think I did anything to get it but maybe I did?
When I was about 8, I was swinging on a vine over flagstone – I slipped and almost cut my nose off on the edge of the flagstone.
I'm often too guarded with my feelings and therefore have missed lots of opportunities for love and adventure.
I didn't get a chance to forgive my grandmother before she passed away. She said something nasty to my father and I didn't talk to her after that.
Loving the wrong woman too long: ages 23-33
Back injury while digging holes to plant trees.
I was trying to carry a large cardboard box while riding my bike down a hill - you can't work hand brakes that way! Fell off and severely injured my knee. Passed out.
Falling off my bike when I was 11. Now I'm 26 and I rarely ride my bike now. I walk.
Spraying hairspray into my eye. Bottle was clogged, I looked at the hole and pressed the cap down. Whoops!
It was by doing something: I was running, tripped over a chain in the road, and snapped my ankle in two.
I pulled a girl's weave and she shanked me.
Falling down a flight of stairs while moving out, quickly. It was dark, rainy, slippery, and the staircase was steel and outside. I was airborne the entire way. DUMB!

Laughter, baking soda, sunshine, hot showers, lemons, TV, Gregorian chants, nice weather, clean laundry, finding lots of money in the trash, gin and tonics.
A play, a hug, songs, time, dessert, vacation, bath, a game of rock, paper, scissors, removing yourself from technology for a day.
Love, good sex, wine, friendship.
The suspension of reality leads to the restoration of the spirit.
Nature, yoga, chocolate, music
Compassion, love, and friendship.
A hot bath, a good conversation with someone who understands, a holiday.
Love baby, love! (& marajuana)
Swimming/floating on water, the sun/heat lamps/very hot showers
Music!! Especially opera. Theatre is also up there.
Laughter - and Woolly Mammoth shows provide it in bundles.
Long drives
forehead kisses, snow days, calamari rolls, Martin Sexton's voice, and the scent of my daughter's hair.
words, love, my dad, and talking to my little nieces and nephews on the phone.
Dance
Apple!
The truth—but sometimes its even more bitter than any pill.
LAUGHTER and beer

A social worker in Denver. We're Facebook friends.
At home with her domineering, loveable husband still laughing at him.
In Texas watching her baby.
In DC living at his parents' house 10 blocks or so from here.
Outside Swanquarter, NC, on a farm, raising turkeys.
Becoming wildly successful in everything he does and currently opening a tea house in San Francisco.
She's in California and after years of not talking we've resumed a connection - but it will never be what it was.
Right across the road from his mother’s house where he grew up – Whitehaven Cumbia UK England
She lives in Arkansas!
He’s teaching on Cape Cod.
She is in Terre Haute, Indiana, and we both have become teachers (both second career.) I’m surprised I know given how many states I’ve liven in since then (and how many years it’s been since we’ve seen each other.)
Severn, MD - still my best friend we hangout regularly.
He's in the cemetery where he's been since 1972, after, at 28 years old, late one night in rural Michigan, driving alone, he ran into a tree.
Sprinkled in the woods behind the house on the hill. My Great Dane Princess Midnight was always there to greet me home.
Carmel, CA - we're still in tought and I love her!
right where he was during my childhood: my imagination.
Moving! From Hawaii to San Diego.
She sent me an email - I've been procrastinating writing back - but I'm going to do it NOW!
My childhood best friend, Cecely, protected me and defended me from the time I was four and she was five. She's a public defender for kids in Boston now.
In Louisville, KY, having recovered from a major life trauma.
He is in Chicago at law school. He left DC 2 years ago and is missed daily.
California, about to get married to the man who helped her recover after her mom passed away.
Insane Asylum
1. Pat - she died last year from injuries related to an accident. 2. Linda - sent me a message on Facebook today about our 30th high school reunion.
Deceased from Cystic Fibrosis a few years ago.
In Cottonwood Heights, Utah. We're still very close pals after 35 years.
Philly - she still plays violin!
Right next to me, off to see the show!
We lived through all our parents' illnesses, both had breast cancer, and still keep in touch 2000 miles apart.
At home having a movie night with her boyfriend.
In jail… if I get caugh one more time I will join them for another 5-10.
In Chicago, two drinks deep, celebrating the Blackhawks' victory.
Sitting in her apartment alone in Kentucky petting one of her 30 cats.

The power to not move on. He was my best friend and he was perfect and he died. Little fucker.
Security.
The power to make me wait for his love long past the time that I should.
Without him, I would have killed myself six months ago. He will be my primary financial support for the rest of this year – that’s a lot of power.
She cries and I melt. I will do anything to make her feel better.
My love for him won't allow me to fully move on… even though he broke my heart six months ago.
Life/death, healing/injury, luckily kindness is one of her virtues!
He has the power to make me happy, I would be very sad without him.
A chance to surrender the power of love to the will of the divine.
Everything - only when I am outof it and can reflect semi-rationally do I realize what's been done - accompanied by pride or shame.
Theatre, a good woman, meaninful human contact.
Alien power
He holds all the power (or at least that's what I tell him.)
The power to make contradictory things simultaneously true - as long as she is right.
She's a source of sanity and unconditional love.
Misery
The power to crave his approval

-All of them- I'm currently single.
I married my college boyfriend so… poor bastard, he didn't get away.
The one who was admired from the furthest distance. The one I saw daily, but never mustered the courage to give me the chance.
None! She's trapped with me!
Leenie… We sat on the swings.
I honestly don’t have one, but I’ve been told by two ex-boyfriends that I’M the one who got away. Hard to believe, I know.
The one who had to go back to Denmark, my Kamilek.
The one who did at least a few of “the top ten worst things anyone has done to me.” For her to do that, I had to love her.
Shit, I’m 24. I hope I haven’t met him yet.
Lois A. College sweetheart bound in other directions; I’m sure we’d still lament, a little, what might have been.
Actually, I was lucky to get away from my “loves.” I would have been in the same places as the actors.
None got away – the ones that left I let go.
The dude that helped me through my divorce. We punished each other for fucking up and he helped me let go of my anger.
Fortunately, I let all the bad ones go! Except for the religious freak who wore bow ties…kidding!
Are you kidding? Those jackals? None!
None - I haven't poured myself into life yet.
Maria from Sesame Street
Ben W. Within an hour of knowing him we could finish each other's sentences. I knew him completely. We were never in the same place to make it happen. He's engaged. Not to me!

Each community member is responsible for keeping the peace.
Parents first, then police.
Majority rules for better or worse.
Our mayor, the peaceful ones, the ones who stay.
I’ve always assumed it is a shared responsibility for all of us. It also depends on the definition of community (eg. Nuclear familiy, neighborhood, city, etc.) and what people mean by “peace.”
Not a “who” but a “what” – people and families out and about, interacting with each other, making us known and preventing violence.
The church/synagogue/temple, the people and volunteers who care.
Distance, and the civility to maintain it.

No one can ever know anyone
Not well. Oh my no.
Well enough to keep a distance.
Not at all. Only the imaginative titles I label them e.g. “Crachety Bob” or the old lady who likes scotch.
I haven’t know any of my neighbors since I moved from nowhere, NC. Sometimes I’m happy about this, most times I think its sad and alienating.
I do not know them and they do not know me. I live in an apartment.
I know only one other guy in my apartment building.
The neighbors on one side are like grandparents to us. The other side are acquaintances.
Sadly, not all all. I wish I did.
I’m a late 20’s white guy and live next to a couple and then a black Baptist church. I know the couple well – we’ve had many a drink.
Not well. I know that one couple is married with a small child. I need to do better.
Better than they think and better than they’d like.
When they bake, they bring over pie. They keep my key. They just asked if I would mind if they got a dog.
Not as well as I would like, but there’s always more time to get to.

Other people suffering, things which don’t affect me
Ones of which I am overly familiar.
The High seating
Waiting past the agreed upon time. Each moment after the threshold gets exponentially longer.
1. Being with someone you love who is dying. 2. Being with rigid right-wing zealots. 3. Being with people who don’t accept my “ethnicity” or culture.
New places. Chains of stores which have no history or relationship to a place.
The DC Suburbs. I just moved from Springfield and I did not feel connected to my community there.
Country Club-type places or crowds.
Large, empty buildings. The hugeness makes you feel so small and alone.
Run-down neighborhoods that have boarded-up homes/apartments, litter on streets, groups of people on street corners.
Crowds; especially if I’m with people who are loud or making a scene. I’d rather fade into the background…
Darkly lit areas, places with little greenery, places with broken glass, places with vampires.
If I am a minority and I feel openly isolated and/or stigmatized.

Class –A person is more likely to have something in common with people of a similar socioeconomic background, regardless of race or disability. Politics are generally avoidable in most human interactions.
Today – class, 50 years ago – race
Class – being poor compounds any other challenges you might face.
Race: it is most personal because it is permanent and innate; not defined by association; most observable; not subject to change.

One time, flying into DCA, I walked across a mosaic in the terminal with a bull and rooster. Being a Taurus born in 1981, the year of the cock in the Chinese calendar, I knew I was destined to live in D.C.
Because it is where I was raised. I am still young; I have no choice.
Convenient location, could afford the house.
First house ever on a quiet, level street. At our age, after buying 5 or 6 “imperfect but cheap” houses, we deserve it.
I wanted to be able to get everywhere I need to go without getting in a car.
The desire for change in my life and settings I was accustomed to. As well the view of the Monument and Capitol from my window was a golden touch.
I liked the neighborhood – the people, the shops nearby, restaurants. And I still do 30 years later.

My Grandfather’s tefilin
Photo albums of our family relatives and friends. Items we have inherited or that have been given to us that have special meaning.
None. The house was built in 2004
Hollywood movie star, railroad tycoon owner
Past loves.
The history of rain is integral to our home. We count the wet and dry seasons by the width of the rings of the timbers creating the structure.
My grandmother who is 99 lives with me. Tons of history.
A former safe house for sex workers and part of the Movement for a new Society in Philadelphia (1970’s-1990)
When I bought my house in 1961, the deed contained the words: can’t sell to blacks or jews. Not legal but still there to be ignored – but how do you ignore that? I never forgot it.

The media talks about money more – the media still talks about money.
Realizing that the world doesn’t fall apart – we can make do with less. But we still want more.
We are angrier, more sour. We are still grasping.
Our money is still in the bank. Or is it?
We’re spending less time and money on bullshit and focusing more on what’s important and valuable.
Made me hate my profession (financial services). Still working for the almighty dollah!
Have to do more with less forces us to prioritize, helps us let go of things that are less important.

Upper. Realized when we got a computer before everyone else.
It depends on your relative measure. Worldwide, upperclass. US, middle. The Hamptons, ------! I realized tonight!
Intellectually working, economically middle. 2006
Middle class, indentified by age 12
Middle. I was in elementary school when the teachers, and my Mom is one, unionized – they were told this was “unprofessional” but we ate better! And My mom got a lunch and a bathroom break! – perhaps we were really working class.
Upper – intellectually, culturally, and philosophically. Middle – financially – parents were school teachers. Realized in high school.
I grew up in a middle class home. When people asked me this question, I knew since then.

Yes, I just bought a $5 beer and I don’t care too much.
Yes. My basic needs are met. I can afford to come to this show. I can share money with others.
Yes, I am happy.
Not yet – Math, based on what I spend and long term interest rate
Yes. At the age of 11 my mother lost her job and we were evicted on the same day. Friends covered more than money
No, I have teenagers. One in college and one on the way – because I worry about money.
When the question becomes: Do you have too much money…
No. Because as things stand now I’ve been unemployed since 10/08 and can pay my rent through March. If I don’t find work by 4/1, I’m homeless.
Yes. I am able to come here tonight and “be nothing” to Mike Daisey… and feel good about it.
Yes – I can afford to come to Woolly Mammoth.
No, because I do not have all the cool “shit” I want.
Yes – never lose sleep at night about bills.
Yes – because I can do what I want.
Yes, because I can afford the surgery for a deviated septum.
Yes, because my cats have their own electric water fountain.

My body
I guess I could mow your lawn or wash your car.
I make jewelry
Goats – they’re useless anyways.
I would like to be a poet or sex worker
Compassion – I would look after older (80+) people and young kids
If I had to sing for my supper, I’d starve. I could play the banjo but would not eat well. I could repair computers or houses or engines.
Service: bicycle repair, cooking, painting, sex
I keep bees and would trade honey.
Suggestions for new plays to be performed by Woolly Mammoth
Lessons on how to brew great beer!
Massage, reiki, boisterous laughter
Childcare! I am a mother of 2 young children and I have become good at taking care of them and love it.
Yoga classes, great food
A false sense of security.
Fresh tomatoes from a home-grown garden
Engineering, fixing things, polemics
Typing, writing, proof reading, organizing, accounting, video production, recording, advising.

I can think like a vampire, fairy, gnome, hobbit, etc.
Wishing I could have any hot guy in the world.
Sometimes, when I’m sitting at my shitty job, I think about all the incredible things I could be doing…
That I’ll not die in a hospital or nursing home.
Denial
As an artist I am trying to exchange symbols for rent, food, clothes. Money is just symbolic, after all.
Optimism for the human race
I believe humanity will be saved by humans and that I affect this by what I do
Creationists are evolved from dinosaur fossils.
If I ignore it – it will go away.
I’m happy in a world that is happy and loving.
To me things like the internet or being able to connect or being able to connect to it wirelessly are magic – I have no idea how that really happens.
That time will not run out.
I believe that science and math can order the complexity, contradiction, and ambiguity or existence.
I have to touch the outside of the plane before I fly.
The thinking of possibility and its manifestation.
Unfortunately, none.
I regularly believe people are good.
I work at the FDIC and think it exists to protect depositors.
I believe that by virtue of paying to watch people I will magically understand my own life.
I imagine every theatre I walk into absorbs my stories and incorporates them somehow into each play.
Thinking is, in itself, magical. The ability to envision and then make real is the essence of magic.
Magical bad ass thinking.

The 24 hour news cycle.
The fact that I needed to wear dress shoes to my job today.
My ex-husband
The drunk guy who tap danced on the hood of my car. I’ve got insurance but also a $500 deductible.
Every copy of Transformers and Transformers 2
My cellphone and all other handheld technology that keeps us from seeing those around us.
My grad school loans!
Nothing (for fear of unintended consequences)
Enron Execs
Global Warming
The ring from Lord of the Rings (in the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie)
All the bank account routing numbers of the world. The money stays as a frozen abstraction forever.
Air conditioner systems – save energy and reduce population where water is scarce
It depends on the day
Rush Limbaugh
TV’s

It depends on who your guide is. It is best to be guided until you can find your own way.
Much better to be guided so you can blame someone else if you don’t get to where you wanted to get.
It doesn't much matter. The more important question is "where are you hoping to go?"
It’s better to get LOST.
It is best to understand that you don’t have all the answers. Find your own way but don’t be afraid to ask for expert guidance.
It is much better to be guided in finding your own way than any outcomes prepared in this fortune.
In order to find my way I need to be put on the road by a guide before I can walk alone!
Yes – while guides can be practical and save time, they eliminate creativity, independence, and wonderment – to follow also adds frustration. This being said, experience isn’t all bad.
To achieve anything of substance one must find their own way, but to learn to do that you must first be guided
Re: Tonite – guide was helpful for my 80+90 yr. old companions (who had read the play before attending!) re: life in general – a little guidance and a lot of freedom to fid your own way work best in tandem.
Finding my own way is the purpose of my life, and also I can say I’m alive while I’m finding my own way.
Depends on the path!
Well, I would not have learned to read (or even write this) by myself.
Let my mistakes be mine.
It’s better to find your own way with the guide of others so that you may guide others finding their own way.
Geronimo!
A pointer is better than a guide; because a pointer allows you to make the decision yourself.

Bon Jovi's New Jersey
The Joshua Tree
“Miseducation of Lauryn Hill” by Lauryn Hill and “The Big Picture” by Da T.R.U.T.H.
Barney
One little, two little, three little Indians…
Marching through Ga, (the SSR)
Simon & Garfunkel – America
Fifty Cent – Get Rich or Die Trying
“Bitch” by Meredith Brooks
It would be a mix for sure because no one song defines me, my ideals and my actions. Need some “pump you up” music – gotta get energized and motivated. Also include 007 theme (all revolutions involve stealth). Would need “Eye of the Tiger”(what better perseverance song is there?) Dance song because “every revolution must have some dancing.” And wrap it up with some up beat music (Britney Spears for sure) and end w/”all you need is love.”
SPICE GIRLS! Yeahh zing a zing ahh
Snores and sighs – I prefer to sneak upon people when they least expect it.
“Lift your skinny fists like antennae to the heavens” by Godspeed You Black Emperor
“Come Undone” by Duran Duran because in the end, it’s not about me.
Feelings – Barry Manilow
Throwing Stones” The Grateful Dead, Anything by The Clash
1)Video Killed the Radio Star 2) Baba O’Riley
Electronica – Digiridoo mashup
“Push It” Salt n’ Pepa
Public Enemy
“Very Model of a Modern Major General”
“Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” “America the Beautiful”
“Itsy bitsy teensy weeny yellow polka dot bikini"
Theme song of Yogi the Bear
Achtung Baby – U2
Pink Floyd - The Wall
Another one bites the dust
"Won't get fooled again"
Pain, Will you Return It? – Depeche Mode
A polka
The Beatles, in particular “All You Need is Love” and hugs would be given
Motorcycle engines, airplanes lifting off, and the din of a market in Africa, Asia, South America…
The Killers and Radiohead
The soundtrack to West Side Story
“Somewhere over the rainbow” and the rest of the songs on the movie Deliverance.
Chopin’s “Revolutionary Etude”
“You Can’t Always Get What You Want”
Billy Joel’s “Angry Young Man”, Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life”, Eurythmics’ “Sweet Dreams are Made of This”

It depends on the day and my mood, for example, if I am on the scale and the number is high, I am sad, if I have fewer numbers on the scale I am happy.
Both – because it is both the blessings and the struggle that has defined and shaped who I am.
By what I don’t have… it always feels better to gain unfortunately.
Neither. Either way I’d be selling myself short. God has more for me than I could begin to measure.
Both. Mostly depends on my mood. If I am in a good mood, I’m seeing how full my life is. When I’m icky, I’m seeing the things that may be missing.
More and more by what my parents gave me – which was not really material only but spiritual
By what I have. I identify myself chiefly as a writer and so derive much of my self-worth based on how much written work I’ve accrued. As possessions, things that I’ve written seem the most truly mine and I set the most stock by them.
I measure myself by what I don’t have because by doing so gives me motivation to do better.
I start thinking about what I don’t have and want, then realize how much I have.
I measure myself by what I don’t have, because I lost my tape measure in an unfortunate stripping accident.
Often by what I don’t have, but sometimes… I guess both. I have to be more intentional about remembering what I have though.
Yes, The former betells the paths I have found, while the latter bespeaks the roads yet forthcoming.
Neither. I measure self by what I have produced, either with my hands or my mind.
The real goal is not to measure myself, but to see – accept – and learn.
By what I have, of course – my good fortune includes having given birth to three fabulous daughters, enjoyment of a loving committed partner – and work that I love, the privilege of helping others as a therapist.
By what I have, health, wealth, success. Right now I have a fortune cookie, so I'm feeling rather fortunate!!
Only by what’s missing, of course. More music!
I measure myself by the number of shoes my wife owns.
Less is more!!! Except for safety and security.
Neither, I measure myself based on what I’ve accomplished. Why? It is silly to compare yourself to others…
I measure myself by what I want because what I want (to be) guides what I will do next – a measure of who I am!
Both. Depending on the weather.
I measure myself by what my roommate has because I’m always borrowing her shit.
I measure myself with a ruler because its more accurate.
Neither. It’s about something I do. If I laugh enough, I know I’m doing fine.
It depends on the day. Because – on Mondays, I am sad.
I always want something I don’t have, otherwise I wouldn’t have anything. Isn’t having something that you receive – example life?
Unfortunately, I measure myself with what I don’t have. I find myself needing and wanting a lot from others constantly looking for stimulation.
What I have. You count your blessings, especially at Thanksgiving time.

Selfish: To ignore my friend’s request to visit her in the hospital because I didn’t want to see her like that.
Selfless: to give my little sister my favorite shirt. I loved that shirt.
I can’t think about a selfless choice I made. I guess it means my life has been selfish. But I can’t think about a selfish choice either. Maybe it means my life has been selfless?
Staying in a relationship; ending a relationship - not necessarily in that order.
Selfish – letting my dad pay for things I wanted because he and my mom divorced, selfless – putting my cat down so she wouldn’t suffer anymore.
When I have to decide between “my future” or “broken relationship”…
Most selfish: To take the rewards of another man’s work. Most selfless: To return it
I stole really important meds (that someone NEEDED) just to get high.
Student act in Minneapolis. Giving up to Jeff without rancor.
Selfish: left my friend’s business as head photographer without warning because I wanted to party more than I wanted to work. Selfless: How I try to live day to day.
I am plagued by the question of whether anything can truly be selfless as on some level don’t we all seek some form of reward? Even if it is only to salve our conscience?
Selfish=running away from home, selfless= most things people do are always selfish in some way.
1. I married my wife. 2. I married my wife.
Selfish – Being in a band, Selfless – Becoming a father two times.
Getting my boyfriend Woolly Mammoth tickets for our 2nd anniversary because I really wanted to go! The most selfless choice was also the same event.
Selfless – got off of a plane for a stranger. Selfish – N/A
Selfless: Staying married to my husband. He can’t live without me.
Can I have another cookie?
Selfless: hosting someone I didn’t want to be with for 9 months while she looked for a job. Selfish: When she threatened to commit suicide, asking her not to do it in my house.
Selfish: born to live, Selfless: Born to serve
The most selfish: I demanded love from someone. The most selfless: I gave it back.
Selfish: make my mom bring my dolls to me. Selfless: Pay for my parents tickets for this play
a) go into theatre b) make Dad happy
Having a kid. Having a kid.
Continually move further away from my family because I want to. Selfless: Giving two years of my life to national service.
To not spend more time with family. The most selfless – volunteering
Selfish: Keeping theatre tickets. Selfless: Babysitting when I could have gone out to a show.
Selfish: Live an American lifestyle of consumerism. Selfless: Move to Northern VA from DC to live with my husband.

I believe the hive mind. Crowd sourcing is awesome.
I don’t believe in parties with lines; I’d rather go to the dumpy diner around the corner to get the whole story.
I can’t believe someone started it, but I like to congo as much as the next guy.
No. Go to whoever the party fears most.
The party line only works if everybody believes.
Or rather does the party line believe in the people that follow them, to do so without question. Wikipedia.
Usually not. Google on the internet.
No. Fox news. Glen Beck has always been there for me. Fair and balanced. Yep. Yessiree.
Not all who wander are lost! Turn left at the corner of your next through; turn right at the first time insight; rotate your tires..
The whole story is the part to be avoided – some ting trying to be imaginative would be better.
No, I believe in people and I go to people to find the answers.
I believe the party has a lot to say and like the radio, most of it is crap by popular demand. Incidentally, I get most of my news from NPR.
There is a mumbling yet wise drunk at the bar I work at. He always has insightful answers.
No, never. You have to question authority and commonly held beliefs.
Yes – if it’s my party. Huff Post, Daily Kos, R. Maddow, Wash Post, NYTimes,
No; to the leader with a gun in hand – fear will lead you to the truth
No. John Stewart or my 6 month old son.
Of course not. Unless the line from the party sounds like something Noel Coward would have said.
Do you ever get the whole story? History is only a document of the winners.
In reverse order of infallibility: Rush Limbaugh, Fox News, The Bible.
The party line is not the final authority on my decisions. I march to the beat of a different drum yet I am still open to hear all sides of the story.
There is no place to go to get the whole story.
I hope now. I feel like I spend my whole life looking for the truth – I can only find it everywhere in all of life.

My community is guarded by class, economics, education. In theory it would be great if they fell, but the reality is those wall protect me.
The only walls we build are made to define SELF and OTHER. I would like to see ALL walk through them, so everyone is a perpetual miracle.
Lines are for towing, for standing in not believing. There is no story – just… Woolly Matter.
The walls that we each put up that prevent us from identifying with other human beings. Yes.
Racism and sexism. Yes.
The walls of economic disparity. Yes, those walls should fall or at least crumble down some.
Depends on how one defines a community. Isn’t it, by definition, without wall? Walls between communities: rich, poor; red, blue; educated, uneducated. Yes.
Double the funding for the arts and eliminate the defense dept. Yes.
There is a wall in my community dividing those focused locally and globally – if we could understand each other the community would benefit.
Good fences make good neighbors. Unless the neighbors change, we need the fences – money, distance, culture.
Poor communication
Walls are meant to be painted, moved, redesigned -
Marriage and YES, tear down that wall!
Income, race, and words meaning different things to different people..
In the gay community divisions are based on age, c/o body fat, penis size, muscularity, athleticism.

Katrina
The murder of Kitty Genovese
The troubles in Ireland.
Ask the Mayans or the cliff dwellers in the South West (U.S.A.)
The treatment of Native Americans.
The Ik in Uganda
Yugoslavia cannabalizing itself.
Rodney King riots in LA
The contract is broken by war, poverty, famine, natural disaster, and corruption.
Many times throughout history, but it keeps getted patched until the rip happens again. It is a huge patchwork quilt that keeps coming open.
We are seeing the beginning of the end with the town meetings on healthcare.
There is no agreement –therefore, no breach.
Yes, when old Jewish women were made to scrub Vienna’s streets on their hands and knees after the Anschluss in March 1938.
Yes. Last Saturday, September 12th, on the National Mall when a multitude displayed signs that were insulting personal attacks on the President. It was not political.

Lover. The unexpected death of my husband.
I'm a lover but if my love died from fighting I'd become a fighter.
A lover by nature; assume the best of everyone and give the best back. Threats to those I love would make me a fighter.
Lover. The defenseless being attacked.
I am not a fighter. I am a lover and will not switch ever.
I am a lover, however when my love is taken for granted I will become a fighter.
A lover. If a fighter tried to destroy the people I love.
I love to love. I fight to love. Not afraid to fight. No need to switch.
Fighter, because I want my life to mean something.
Politics. I’m a fighter for the Obama policies.
A lover. To switch – my husband treating me like sh—
I love to fight!

A shared history.
The care the mother gives the child when it is still a helpless infant.
The knowing of each other through actions.

Come from? Will. Take away? Fear.
Faith. Doubt.
It comes from my confidence. People with low self-worth can take it away.
The will to live and only one thing or person could take it away.
My power comes from giving a child the experience to truly see his/her talents and gifts as legitimate, viable, beautiful, and inspiring. Who can take it away? Not. One. Soul. I've been at the top of the class and have struggled academically, I've been broke and financially free, I've been incredibly loved and popular and also isolated and marginalized. All these chapters have made me a stronger woman and given me the drive and desire to use my current power, talent, and strength to ensure every child I work with knows their power.
It comes the positive energies around me; my family, friends, teachers, and only I have the power to diminish it.
One’s power comes from within, past lives and present, we are compiled of knowledge that helps us with the power to perservere. It is in our DNA and no one can take it away.
My power comes from myself and those that love me. Nobody can take it all away.
My power comes from within. My employer can take it away.
My own self-respect. It is only lost if I give it away.

My full name, no nicknames, no petnames.
Redheart13
I fight back. If you go after me or a friend maliciously the small town roots kick in and I’ll fight like hell for what is right.
MothaFunk99
Don't Shoot!
Seeing that my name’s Vanessa, Vanaynay the Insatiable.
Cowardly Conscript
The Bear Jew
Pookie head.
Battle Cat
Jamais
GO!

Forgiveness, because it means taking no action.
Forgiveness, because it also requires humility.
Forgiveness takes much more strength – revenge just takes more planning.
Forgiveness may seem moral but revenge takes you out of your comfort zone. Without forgiveness where will be no reintegration and moving on to rebuild society.
Forgiveness – requires overcoming reptilian brain response – to strike out – or run. Demands higher order thinking.
Forgiveness- involves letting go of the burden whereas with revenge you still hold on to the hate/pain.
Revenge – because it isn’t the politically correct answer.

question7

Teach them to fish and prosper.
Freedom. And the means to liberate the oppressed peoples of their neighbors. Injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere.
Patience, quality of life and education.
The right to not be a colony. Or all of the rights we give ourselves.
The opportunity to do unto others as we did to them. And candy.
The truth I guess.
Transfer the knowledge, skills, and education and let go. Countries need to develop on their own.
I believe we owe them the ability to maintain their culture instead of trying to adapt to ours.
The tools to learn and the skills to be independent.
Everything we owe our citizens.
Nothing. Europe owes us nothing. Right?
Respect and cultural sensitivity to that which existed prior to colonization.

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